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Whiskey In The Jar

18 Apr

Only she knew what happened
and how it ended.
It was gone with the evening wind.
Their precious love was pretended.

Now only misery was left.
In her evening delirium,
sitting near the bar,
drinking her smooth whiskey in the jar.

What happened, she asked,
is our paradise lost?
Why am I no longer your diva,
your Goddess, your Eva?

The bar will close in a few,
the window is wer from a morning dew.
She felt her inner voice within,
insatiable power to not give in.

Her lust for some illicit move,
made her order another booze.
Her husky voice called out for barman,
one more, brother!
She slapped the bar with her palm down.

So what now? To hunt him down?
To make him look like a clown?
But how it helps me, she asked.
To forget everything about the past…

The fear from adronitis was too high,
the comfort given from all sides
was not easy to buy.

Let’s turn it around, she thought,
so that later in years she could say,
it mattered that I fought.
For me and my better future.
Cheers to that !


This poem was written for https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/04/18/wordle-106-april-18th-2016/

She Used To Love Me, But Then…

14 Mar

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Vincent closed his tattoo studio and started to walk towards the bar across the street. It was his every day routine since he and Sophie broke up. Since that moment he became a nyctophile and spent almost every night walking on the streets in drunken haze.

During the day he was very precise in his work. Every tattoo he created had it’s own structure and each piece was a briliant work of art. He immersed to his work  right after Sophie broke his heart. He realized that work distracted his mind in the right way and from then on he worked nonstop every day. 

He might not know this, but Sophie felt the pain in her heart for a very long time. She couldn’t figure out what is the cause. Her life with Vincent was perfect until it wasn’t. She knew she was supposed to be happy, but she didn’t feel happiness in her heart for months. And so she started to seek some help. She started to visit church almost every day until she realized she is happy only when she is talking to God. This was not night to morning decision. But after a few months she was absolutely certain she wanted to become a nun.

Vincent was devastated. He didn’t understand. To this day he couldn’t adjust to the thought she could leave him like this. They had a dozen of eristic discussion, but her decision was final and irretrievable.

And so now he was wandering on the street near the novitiate where Sophie was staying. It was one of those darkest rainy nights. Lurking behind the novitiate walls he was trying to spot her window. He didn’t want to terrorize anybody but didn’t realize that with his appearance and drunken mood might quite possibly do so.

He glared at the gigantic walls that separated him from the love of his life. Usually he just drowned his anger in a bottle of whiskey. But tonight he wanted to get all this anger and desperation out. So he started to shout:

“Why??? Why did you choose THIS instead of me? I was here for you! Tell me why?? I loved you! I gave you all my life!And you left me! For this…for God! How can I compete with God?”

Nobody came out. It was as nobody heard him. It was just him standing in the rain waiting for a miracle that would save him from this misery.

It took him a while to understand that this was the end. That he had to move on. But he took a decision to try to understand. Because it was the only possible way for him to heal.

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This post was written for : Wordle #101 “March 14, 2016”