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She belongs in the poetry of someone else now,
I loved her so much, and yet lost her somehow.
So perhaps this could be it, an end to my verse,
for I've no longer muse, but hey, could be worse.
 Jun 2015 Joe Spicher
Eudora
As I looked up at the roof over my head
Silent tears welled up in my eyes
Thinking of those without homes, seeking for shelter
Those whose cities were hit by a natural disaster

As I filled my stomach with food everyday
Silent tears welled up in my eyes
Thinking of those in poverty-stricken countries
Starving, fighting the hardship for centuries

As I cuddled my little one to sleep
Silent tears welled up in my eyes
Thinking of those who lost their loved ones
Due to fatal diseases or firing guns

As I lay on my bed every night
Silent tears welled up in my eyes
Remembering all the things I should be thankful for
Especially for still being able to breathe
*And so much more...
 Apr 2015 Joe Spicher
Court
J.A
 Apr 2015 Joe Spicher
Court
I wish I would've known everything I know now when I first met you.
You were confused about yourself. Why would you play me like that?
 Apr 2015 Joe Spicher
Court
Untitled
 Apr 2015 Joe Spicher
Court
I'm half asleep but I love you.
I'll fall asleep any second now but I love you.
I love you.
 Apr 2015 Joe Spicher
Court
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 Apr 2015 Joe Spicher
Court
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I'm so lost.
and confused
and hurt
and tired
and I can't stop crying
and I'm angry
and I'm broken
and yet I'm still completely in love with you.
 Apr 2015 Joe Spicher
Court
But...
 Apr 2015 Joe Spicher
Court
I love you more than she does I promise.
 Apr 2015 Joe Spicher
Court
These days I can't seem to catch a break.
I want to be happy again.
I'm so scared to sleep because I know what I will see when I shut my eyes.
You left and took a piece of me I needed.
I've tried to apologize. I've apologized over and over again.
Even "I'm sorry" screams "come back" if you say it enough,
I know I shouldn't be surprised.
I knew you were the type to pour salt in the wounds but I never thought you'd do that to mine.
I wrote this while listening to For You / Angus and Julia Stone
 Apr 2015 Joe Spicher
Mike Essig
So many lovely, young girls
brimming with despair and despondency.

Makes an old man sad.

You are like buds that can't blossom.

Casual ***, attempted suicide,
drugs, alcohol, broken hearts:
all accrue to the self-aware.

Self-awareness is a great gift,
but acutely painful
to the very young.

Never use a man to define yourself.
Only disappointment lives there.
Men aren't all that smart
or valuable, you know,
and can be easily replaced.
In 40 years, you won't remember
his name.

None of this is new.

The trick is to find
your way to survive
and do it no matter what.

On the other side of suffering
is life, and perhaps more suffering.

You don't need bunnies and rainbows,
you only need yourselves and time
and toughness and belief.

Go ahead and blossom.

Make an old geezer smile.
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