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Beerthoughts

Billy tends the taps each night,

he works the outdoor bar,

knows each patron by their name

and waves to passing cars.

Everyone is having fun

while Billy pours my drink,

chatting up each friendly soul

while I just sit and think.

And then it hits me suddenly

like bubbles in my stout,

instead of trying to fill my self,

I should be pouring out.

-GeorgeFilip

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Different Kinds of Loneliness

Different kinds of loneliness,

depending on your pain,

some are like a cloudy day

and some are like the rain;

sometimes, it just floods you

like an endless hurricane,

until you feel like drowning

just to overcome the pain.

-GeorgeFilip

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Adrift

and without the weight of your love

to hold me to earth, I drift like a ghost

untethered by gravity, purpose or place,

roaming a labyrinth of empty hours

in search of some hidden treasure that

will never be found, condemning me

to an eternity of hollow wandering

-GeorgeFilip

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Returned

The birds returned from far away,

with winter stories singing,

gone tomorrow, here today,

the birds returned from far away,

upon magnetic streams, they say,

like flights of angels winging,

the birds returned from far away,

with winter stories singing.

-GeorgeFilip

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Whisky Tears

How to mend a broken heart?

with barley, hops, and ale?

they only lead to more regret

and aching without fail.

I do not recommend a bout

of drink to mend the pain;

sometimes, the only thing to do

is simply go insane.

-GeorgeFilip

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No Hope, PA

I wander the streets without you,

a blankness on my face,

lost in my thoughts about you,

I wander the streets without you;

when I am not around you,

I feel so out of place;

I wander the streets without you,

a blankness on my face.

-GeorgeFilip

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Insult to Injury

Question:

How much can a human heart take

before it literally breaks, stops working,

systems crashed due to catastrophic failure,

repeated blows to its gears, insults to its integrity,

acid poured into its operations until the damage

tips beyond the point of repair, and recovery

becomes impossible, no healing on the horizon,

just shattered parts bleeding like a corpse

tossed on the side of the road?

Answer:

More than you can imagine,

as the only other choice is not being

here anymore to experience

the pain of being.

-GeorgeFilip

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Dying

Just like that, with a text,

my life as I knew it ended,

my heart, my breath, my reason,

the person on whom I depended,

to whom I devoted my everything,

my living and working and giving,

and now that my heart is gone,

what is the point of living?

-GeorgeFilip

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Your Touch

What is it about your touch

that makes life worth a damn?

I need it so fucking much,

what is it about your touch?

I never thought of it such,

but it’s everything that I am;

what is it about your touch

that makes life worth a damn?

-GeorgeFilip

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Just Like That

You are what gives my life meaning.

It wasn’t always like this.

There was a time when I had no idea

that you existed, nor you I, and we

went about our lives day to day seeking

happiness, romance, companionship,

pointlessly wandering the shelves in

like browsers in a bookstore in which

none of the volumes are for purchase.

And then I turned a corner, and you

were there.

-GeorgeFilip

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Primitive Self

The old you, even the you from one year ago,

is some primitive looking up at a solar eclipse

terrified that the gods are angry and attempting

to alleviate their horror by sacrificing virgins

or slaughtering a horse, and when the moon

moves along, they cheer in senseless defiance,

pleased with their gestures and incantations,

oblivious that all they had witnessed was one

object merely blocking the view of another.

The current you looks back on your blindness,

the deeds best left undone, the flippant words

that injured a person you love, the emotional

rollercoaster fueled with your own childish

fears, the poor judgment wielded when you

should have known better but you didn’t know

better any more than our ancestors knew how

to harness electricity, but now your bulbs are

fully illuminated, at least for some things.

The question is, what are you doing now that

your future self, one year from now, will look

back upon in horror, cringing at your stupidity?

what fear are you giving into? what assumption

are you entertaining? what decision are you

contemplating that will steer the course of your

life into loneliness and oblivion because some

need must be met and you fail to grasp the big

picture? Take off those dark glasses and see.

-GeorgeFilip

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Flying

The day you told me you got that job,

worked out, made plans to go to school,

volunteered at the shelter, went to sleep

early and woke well-rested—it stirred

my muscles into action, catapulted my

ambition into urgency—every success

you realize reminds me of why I wake

each morning and go dutifully to work

instead of driving off the road into a tree

because it always takes two wings to fly.

-GeorgeFilip

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Plans

Every time you tell me of your diabolical plans:

the movie you’ve been wanting to see in that

old fashioned theater, the cute French café that

we’re going to visit for croissants, the botanical

garden you’ve heard so much about, a trip to

the beach where you hope to hide your toes in

the sand—it fills me with an indescribable joy

deeper than victory, wider than success, bigger

than all the wealth I could ever imagine, for

nothing says devotion like presuming a future

where you and I are together as a matter of fact,

my very soul closely captured within your hands.

-GeorgeFilip

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Getting Dressed

Is there anything sadder than dressing up

in a vain attempt to solicit validation from

total strangers, hoping to turn the head of

someone who means nothing to you and

likely never will because you have no one

in your life who gives a shit if you even

wake up in the morning and breathe?

-GeorgeFilip

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Everyday Things

If only we could take more credit for the everyday

things we do, the sticks we pick up from the lawn

after the storm, the stubborn pot that needed a good

scrub, picking up the neighbor’s paper and putting

it on their front porch because they’re not at home

nobody notices, nobody cares, nobody ever will;

the care with which you pour water into the cacti

so that it gets into every groove without spilling

over onto the windowsill, the hesitant driver that

you allowed to merge, slowing down with a wave

every time I got up in the middle of the night and

tiptoed silently across the bedroom floor so that

you, tangled in the sheets, wouldn’t wake, even

though more than anything I wanted to hold you

and kiss you and tell you how much I love you.

-GeorgeFilip

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When the Daffodils are Dying

When the daffodils are dying,

then spring has finally sprung,

their petals brown and lying,

when the daffodils are dying,

like a long, eternal crying

from the earth’s eternal lung;

when the daffodils are dying,

then spring has finally sprung.

-GeorgeFilip

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Blood and Roses

How long does it take for a house to be haunted?

how many years does it take for some ghastly

trauma to infiltrate the floorboards, the drywall,

the crown molding hiding up in the dark corners

of dusty rooms? how many months does it take

for new family to move in before someone hacks

someone to death with an axe and then explodes

their own skull with a shotgun before the tiles

reverberate with the memory of their insanity?

how many hours after the final nails are driven

into a brand new home does some wandering

ghost, lured by the reflection of moonlight upon

new glass, move in to set up shop in the attic?

Yet there are structures standing for a hundred

years within whose walls are growing only a vase

of roses brought every week by a jealous lover

who thinks not of murder but only the dull ache

of his heart that will live on long after his death.

-GeorgeFilip

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