Our friend and contributor Yelena added some poetry to our Share Your Story page, but I think it deserves to featured right on the front page.
For more poetry visit her at http://moosemoosepublishing.com/
Soda Drinks
Living really stinks
So I mix soda drinks
Passing life while on the go
It’s the only thing I know
Till it gets too late
Down the hill I skate
Bottles falling to the floor
At the threshold of the door
Boozing till I just forget
From denial and regret
Reaching for that final shot
It’s the only thing I got
Crashing to a numbing rest
Nausea rising up my chest
Falling off the camel couch
Purging what is in my pouch
Waking to a garbage truck
Back to all the gray I pluck
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A Frozen Drink
Feeling lonely at a bar
Staring at a midnight star
Reaching for a frozen drink
Slowly sinking in my sink
Flying faster than a jet
Over waters soaking wet
Going under in a flood
Till I hear a call from God
Fishing for the proper meds
Healing in a home with beds
Counting every bit of time
Saving all my precious wine
Drinking only during dinners
Diving with Olympic winners
Sailing into sunny days
Seeing sunlight in my rays
I have made it in the end
All from being my best friend
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These poems really touched my heart. I can completely relate to them. It’s funny how people can put thoughts and feelings into words and it can make sense to others that share the same insights and issues. Thank you for sharing these poems.
Bed of Lies
Another one of those days
You wake up in a haze
Still weakened from its touch
Dependent like a crutch
You run to find a map
But it’s a booby trap
Dropping to an empty ground
No one’s there to hear the sound
Lying in a bed of lies
Then you open up your eyes
How are you to survive today
When you’ve lost all yesterday
Will you ever get away
From this game you love to play
Bowl of Sorrow
Going through another night
You refuse to see the light
You’re a tragedy from Greece
Living without any peace
Eating from a bowl of sorrow
Passing out until tomorrow
Nightmares banging on the door
Waking on your bedroom floor
Thoughts are flying in the air
Healing is a sudden scare
Straight is not a pleasant sound
You love spinning round and round
Your oblivion is true
Death is on its way to you
I liked the first poem. It had a nice flow to it.