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.
ヽ（゜ω゜○）ノ English translation HERE!
de Bogdan Dragoș
nu mă lasă să beau și insistă să ascult de ea insistă cu ardoare – Asta-i pentru că lucrezi ture de noapte, zice ea. – D-apăi ce are asta de-a face cu băutul în timpul liber? – Alcoolul scade nivelul de testosteron la bărbați și creste nivelul de estrogen. De ce nu știi asta? Trebuie să ai mai mare grijă de tine. Mi-a pregătit și o dietă cu orez și usturoi. Mă tot sună pe turele de noapte și-mi zice să intru în baie și să fac o sută de sărituri și să fac exerciții de întindere, îmi zice să beau mai multă apă. Îmi cumpără chiar și pungi de nuci și semințe și-mi zice să le mănânc între mese. – Și fară zahăr, îmi zice, nici măcar în cafea. Simplă sau deloc. Mi-a cumpărat până și un aparat din ăla de exerciții pentru încheietura mâinii cu…
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it was around 3 AM no sleep no work in the morning either so she got up turned on the TV tuned it off got her pack of smokes out of the handbag lit one and smoked it as she stared at the fish tank from up close. "This is how I used to watch TV while growing up," she said to the only moving fish in the tank. "The screen didn't mess up my vision. But the things shown on it did. I've a very bleak vision of the world now." She blew the smoke against the glass The one fish that still moved around was too busy eating from the flesh of its deceased friends to notice her "You look pretty happy," she said. "Say, have you ever regretted talking someone out of suicide? Um? Well, I had. I, uh, was seeing this guy whose little daughter died…
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Bogdan Dragos, my friend and fellow blogger in the WordPress community, has published a solo anthology. Book titled, “The Muse’s Bad Touch: Dark poems from bright nights”.
I have downloaded poems from this book for free. I’m sharing my thoughts on the same.
About The Author:
Bogdan Dragos is a Romanian poet supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories.
Briefly About The Book:
This is a very difficult topic to discuss. This book brings awareness about bad touch, child abuse and sexual abuse.
Children fight and become friends within seconds but things take a different turn when elders fall in between them.They don’t even know that child abuse is initiated by their elders.
Mentally bad thoughts come into their mind and they carry it.
At a time when values should…
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Oh God, here she
comes again
by my window
with her dog on
a leash
and now the noise
begins
It’s not barking. I
wish it
was barking
but instead
it’s crying, making
those whimpering
sounds children make
when they try to hold
a cry in
The full cry of some
creatures is
like the suppressed
cry of others
This dog shows me that
we humans
tend to respond to the
suffering of other
creatures only if their
cries are properly
expressed and as close to
ours as possible
That is what gives
their lives
value in our eyes
Step on some random
insect and nobody
gives a damn
It’s because the insect has
no way of communicating
to you that it’s in pain
So underdeveloped is their
ability to express pain
that they have literally
no rights in society
and anyone can do
whatever they…
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the music makes my lungs quake there are people all around jumping up and down shouting singing howling into each other's ears the lights blaze from above and the sides and even from the floor the immense room feels like the surface of a star and its inhabitants dance and cheer in the flames Everyone is happy everyone's ecstatic jubilant wild high frenzied having the time of their life And I am amidst them all They are talking to me Expecting replies The party goes on and on and on God... I've never felt lonelier in my life.
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noise never attracted me it always did the opposite, so when this bar too got noisy I got out of there and went back home Well, life is strange this way. When you walk away from something, you find something else Like a pesky street magician shoving cards in your face, begging you to pick one, the universe likes to present you things, events, people There was more noise in my apartment building than at the bar Someone was throwing a lousy party I didn't have a problem with the party in itself. It was the music I couldn't stand The music was shit And just as I make my way up the stairs I see this girl seated ahead of me, dressed for the occasion. Black high heels with crimson red soles, black skirt and some black tank top. Her hair was done in voluminous curls, the makeup was…
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a robust
golden
sun
and a pale moon,
both very friendly
and with enormous smiles
shook hands
right above her
painted on
the low ceiling
She watched them
from her bed,
lying on her back,
thinking that
they’ve always been there
and she glanced on
them since early childhood
when she first
gained awareness in this
house
And ever since
then she lived with
the idea
that nothing was real
The painted sun
and moon
shaking hands were not
the real sun and moon
They were an imaginary
replica made after
imaginary entities
Nothing in existence
was real
besides her
The whole of existence
is but one single
being hallucinating,
dreaming
It’s only her
Her alone
And she’s lying on this
unreal bed
and staring at
an unreal ceiling
featuring two unreal
characters
while
very soon the unreal door
will open wide
and a totally, absolutely,
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de Bogdan Dragoș
ecranul tastatura camera îngustă ușa închisă ușa încuiată fereastra închisă jaluzelele trase care țin soarele la distanță un scaun un stomac gol care te imploră să nu mai torni țuică în el mai multă țuică încă un pic ești gata acum poți începe să scrii
Imagine de Waldemar Bajda de la Pixabay
https://bogdandragos.comVolume publicate:
(Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash)
I recently embarked on a Poetry Book Reading Marathon since so many of my WordPress friends have created and published poetry collections. Since they’ve been supportive of me, I want to support them! I will be posting a series of reviews of their books.
The Muse’s Bad Touch by Bogdan Dragos (2021). Available on Amazon.com.
Bogdan is a Romanian poet who appears regularly on MasticadoresIndia, MasticadoresRomania, and Gobblers & Masticadores. His poetry is dark and rich, like strong expresso, and leaves you questioning your own reality. He explores the darker side of life with characters that can only be described as eccentric, exotic, and deeply disturbing. His ability to test acceptable social boundaries and express a point of view that would shock most people, is what defines his work. In this collection, he writes about his dark muse:
“After all
a poet…
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A man's whole life revolves around his work that's what we've been raised to believe, haven't we? What right under the heavens have you, a man, to demand acceptance, love, gratification, without giving something in return? From the very days of creation you have been told: “By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return.” Put in the work, man. Put in the work. There's no way around. There just isn't. The words were carved deep with a hunting knife on the top of his desk, and whenever he'd fling and hurl the papers and pens away he'd see and read them and then cover them back with papers and pens Being a writer is just as hard as any other job but you can make…
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Daydreaming as a profession 