New Essay on Medium!

 Although I'm still working on my new poetry book, I've decided to write a short essay on why Political Parties don't mean anything, you can read it here!

Update

 Last year I published an ebook that's a collection of my poems. 
You can purchase it at: https://www.amazon.com/Stories-Daydrinker-Oleg-Gjorgiev-ebook/dp/B09XXPVT1F/ref=sr_1_1?crid=ZFUYWTMUEXQP&keywords=stories+of+the+daydrinker&qid=1677764200&s=digital-text&sprefix=stories+of+the+daydrinke%2Cdigital-text%2C207&sr=1-1

As of the last year I've been writing a new book that I'm going to publish through a publishing house, it'll be a book with all new poems, never published!

Keep an eye out for further updates! :D

How on God's green earth did a donkey marry a dragon?

 Danielle's going to throw a fit,
when she finds out that the birds aren't fed,
and she'll hold the sharpest knife,
to all the promises I gave.

Hold the phone,
and take a deep breath.

The birds they flew away,
as soon as the cold winter came,
the flowers they hid,
beneath the white snow lid.

They went your way,
are you OK?
Will you keep them fed?

Is it OK,
can you keep them safe?

Unlikely Bus Stop Blues

I've been trying to move out on my own,
ever since you left me so alone.
You laughed with a smile on your pretty face,
can't seem to find myself in the right place.

I've been trying to move on,
I've been trying to move on.

Sitting alone as the cars drove by,
the headlights are preying on my own mind.
Figures on the wall they remind me of you,
why the fuck am I so fucking blue,
without you.

My bed still smells of you.
Your hair,
you dress,
and pretty face.

4 50 pm / 4 50 am

26/10/2021

Thousand kilometers away,
still only the thoughts of you stay.

The day i first met you I was younger,
dumber and kinder,
and although your love kept me sane,
I can't shake the feeling of being it in vain.

You were the best friend a man could ask,
the therapist I craved,
oh how you're so dearly needed.

I'm writing while you're still here,
but I know the day will soon come,
I know I'm not ready for a goodbye.

2/11/2021

It's been a week since I last saw you,
and I really don't know what to do.

On my way home broken hearted,
got no one to come to,
I feel so departed.

You were a good friend and a better psychologist,
the words you spoke meant more than the gin,
and the hugs that you gave kept saving my dreams.

Knew you the longest,
and I loved you the most,
still can't believe that it's all lost.

Watching you grow was a blessing,
even when you threw your fits,
I already miss everything that you had to give.

At least I hope you're resting well till the day I see you again,
try to stay safe and don't change for anything.

I will always love you,
I will never forget you

I swear the smell of gas in the vegeta only made it tastier

I made a promise that I couldn’t keep,
never brought her for you to meet.
Now there’s sorrow occupying my room,
can tomorrow please come real soon.

From the stories you’ve told me,
I thought you were the best,
tell me again all about your past,
please just one last time tell me about your past.

How you met him,
and how you got into fights,
how you ran away,
and how happy you were that day.

I want to hear your stories,
just one last time,
record all the memories,
so they’ll never die.

Smile one last time,
for me to remember,
get angry, give it one more try,
you said you won’t surrender.

Bring forth the thunder,
that your voice resembled,
waddle to the kitchen,
when you fed the rebel.

Who am I kidding,
you’re in a better place,
I know I’ll never see you again,
hope you know what you meant.

The alcohol keeps talking to me more than you

 I don't think anybody here wants to waste time,
just like the way you enjoy wasting mine.
My mind's been mining memories,
where you lied behind your teeth.

I've been drinking booze as medicine,
I can feel my liver giving in,
to the pressure of my kin.

So please don't stop,
hit full speed, go on,
crash for all I care,
I just hope I won't be there