Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Here it is. THE MUSE'S BAD TOUCH A collection of dark poems highlighting the toxic and deadly relationship between poet and muse. DISCLAIMER: suitable only for a mature audience. D' you like the cover? I designed it myself ∩(・ω・)∩ Check out the free sample poems (and maybe leave a review). Thanks! I don't wanna say that the poems contained in this book are dark. It would sound pretentious right off the bat. But, yeah, between dark and light, you know already where they stand.
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the fox didn’t like to
be petted,
didn’t agree to her
touch
it thrust its head back
and bared its
fangs
and constantly licked at them
as if sharpening daggers
in preparation for a
counterattack
“Oh, you’re difficult to love,”
she told the
fox. “But that’s why
I desire you more, King.
With your
crimson eyes
you look
upon me, a lowly human,
and bellow that you
want not
my love
but my respect. Yet I ask of you,
what respect is there
without love?
I wish to fall asleep with
your paw in
my mouth, with your tail
between my legs
and those precious fangs
dung deep into my breast.
I desire you, King, like
any maiden desires
the lover who will make
her a woman.
Oh, give me your love
and I will give you
everything!”
The fox tucked its tail
between the hind
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every time I glanced at her face I was reminded of the character trope of the cute and exaggeratedly naive girl who's not aware of her beauty and is predisposed to having others take advantage of her Of course that was only in my head but she really did have an immense heart She had two big dogs and a bunch of cats, I never knew exactly how many But I knew and saw with my own eyes that she kissed them all on the snout the dogs and the cats too and she'd hold her tongue out and let the pets lick it and that was perfectly okay in her household "You're jealous!" she told me when I cringed and backed away as she tried to kiss me. "Are you one of those crazy possessive types who equates kissing a pet with cheating?" "What? No, no, I just..." "I…
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The sun no longer
hides behind
hills
because there are no
more hills
There’s only
buildings. One
taller and wider
than the
other
Our parents told us
that this city
is growing, expanding
but as far as we
see
it’s only
doing so upwards
We are still
young, still harboring
hopeful visions
that one day
we’ll leave
and we talk about
these hopes
while sharing beer
and gin
on the curb overlooking
the park
at 9 PM
“If we don’t make it out
soon,” says a friend, “we’re
all gonna end up
like her.”
His hand is wrapped around
an opened beer can
and a finger detaches to
point over the low
fence
at a girl who sits
alone on
the swing
We all knew her
thought not
personally
just from sight
She came to the park daily
and stood
by herself,
usually on a swing…
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Începea omul să fluiere așa la-ntâmplare și întotdeauna tare chiar și noaptea-n pat și încercarea de a-l opri era ca un joc de noroc cusăturile care arătau precum niște omizi pe mâna nevestei sale atestau asta. N-a mai fost săracul la fel de când cu lovitura la cap. A avut nenorocul să treacă pe sub un pod în timp ce niște copii se distrau aruncând pietre Și acum tot apelează numărul de urgențe și spune că soția lui lipsește de acasă, când de fapt ea se află-n cealaltă cameră sau la muncă. Vecinii au început să facă sesizări cu privire la fluieratul său nocturn, și aparent nu mai știa săracul nici cum se foloeste hârtia igienica. Mirosea întotdeauna și era cel mai rău când se urca-n pat alături de nevastă. Era iadul pe pământ, și iadul schimbă oamenii, și-n noaptea asta începu din nou să fluiere și…
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"Look," she said, "I no longer want smart men around me. I had enough of that species. They can all drop down and die. The last fucker who was smart was this student who made me fall a bit too in love with him and then put his career over me. Suddenly all the things I did for him mattered no more." "Oh, well," he said, "me, I'm not smart." "Nice try," she said. "but you already told me you're a writer. You write poems an' stuff." "That don't make one smart," he said. "Writers aren't scientists, you know? They're more like thugs, criminals. It's all about having a natural talent with lies, telling stories. I haven't even gone to college." "What?" she said, "Even I went to college." "Well," he said, "I didn't." "Hmm, say, you wouldn't just say that to get in my pants, would you? I feel…
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the body awakens
once more
without the mind’s
consent
It’s evening
Slept through the whole
day
and another night
of staying alive
stretches ahead
more hours of
wondering
when will it end,
when will it all be over
already
Uh, not the time to get
out of bed yet.
Better sit and think
about the dream
the dream of a black
dog
locked in a big room
full of mannequins
that stare at him
and some
of them point
with their rigid arms
The dog shows his
fangs and
starts tearing them apart
one by one
until not a single
stupid mannequin is left on
its rigid feet
then everything feels
better
the room lightens
up
It’s been the best
goddamn dream in
a long, long while
Dogs deserve their revenge
upon the world
Even if it’s just a dream
You can’t meet in
dreams
characters…
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she looked stunning in the fading light of the day her black dress and the boots with ridiculously thick soles and the dark makeup made her look like the queen of the cemetery but her knight didn't feel too welcome into her kingdom "Aren't you excited?" she asked "Oh, I am if you are," he said "Good. Then drink up." He drank and then she drank some more, always more than him and then the bottle was empty She placed it into his hand and pointed at a gravestone. "C'mon, I want to watch you break it against that." By this time he knew better than to disappoint his queen He walked over to the gravestone and crashed the bottle against it The queen smiled and applauded. She was very pleased with him "It's a child's grave," she said. "I can always tell." They sat there in silence and watched…
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“The safest way to kill
a small child,” she told him,
“is,
of course,
to leave it in a hot car.”
He scratched his
head. Thought
about it
“Since you didn’t murder it
directly,” she went on,
“and only due
to pure ignorance,
your punishment is going to
be almost
nothing.”
“But, wouldn’t it be
a better idea
to push the kid from a high
place and claim
that he fell?”
“Dumbass, you live on the
ground floor. If you go searching
for any high places
they’ll know
the reason behind it, don’t
you think?”
“Oh… yeah, you’re right.
I’m not very good
with thinking.
That’s why I’ve asked for your
help.”
She gave a soft chuckle
as her hands
turned from floating ash
to dark obsidian
that caressed his face
and put a claw inside his ear
She was half moth
half snake, the muse
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de Bogdan Dragoș
sufletul trebuie să știe ceva ce mintea nu poate să cuprindă. Asta ziceau cu toții când îl priveau de departe El dormea sub pod noaptea Și-n timpul zilei săracul stătea pe marginea râului și arunca pietre-n apă toată ziulica cu obsesie Și când nu mai vedea pietre în jur începea să plângă. Puține lucruri sună mai deranjant în ureche decât plânsul unui adult. – Omu’ ăsta a avut o familie acu’ câțiva ani, zicea lumea. A avut o soție și copii. Și o slujbă în mina aia de colo. Și-ntr-o zi un bolovan îi căzu-n cap și odată cu mințile i-a luat tot din viață. Săracul...
Imagine de David Mark de la Pixabay
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she came out of her house after the heavy rain stopped and walked up to the bridge and leaned forward over the flat rail and watched the turbid river flowing by, disappearing with infinite length below her feet The rail was wet and she wiped it with a few tissues and then got her notebook out Using a simple pencil she began drawing the river There wasn't much to it, just a couple of lines but she gave them a nice form And when she was done with the drawing she began writing Wrote a poem into the drawn river Eternal sensation of falling I hear an inhuman voice calling Feel my awareness crawling underneath. Is it angel for real or just a myth? I shall jump toward it I shall jump toward it I'm ready this world to quit She ripped the paper and crumpled it and unfolded it…
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Daydreaming as a profession 