Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
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he opened the shitty door of his shitty apartment and got in looking like shit The jacket was torn at the sleeves and the shirt underneath was torn at the chest Wet mud adorned his knees and ankles and his cheap shoes were about to fall off There was blood stuck into his thick beard and mustache and a bit around the knuckles "Happy new year!" he said as he closed the door behind him and paced from hallway to bathroom Yes, another New Year's Eve spent alone He was 46 But the punks he beat in the streets couldn't have been older than 16 The fuckers were doing what today's kids called 'pranks' and threw firecrackers at him "It's just a prank, bro!" they cried over and over again as he charged them and started swinging wildly At some point the punks had to fight back or die but…
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de Bogdan Dragoș
se-ntoarse de la lucru destul de devreme și mi-am dat seama de cum am văzut-o c-a demisionat iar A schimbat patru slujbe în ultimele cinci luni și și-a tatuat cuvântul APATIE pe spate, jos Tatăl ei a murit acum cinci luni. A murit beat la volan, dar nu tocmai din cauza beției. Sorbea omul dintr-o sticlă de bere în timp ce mergea relativ încet pe un drum de țară. Deodată roțile din față au lovit ceva buștean și impactul a declanșat airbag-ul. I-a explodat în față și i-a împins sticla aia de bere fix în ochi, adânc de tot, cauzându-i o traumă majoră la creier. Odihnește-te-n pace, bătrâne. Poate nu nevasta, dar fiica sigur îți simte lipsa. Uite-o, vine de la lucru murdară și zdrențăroasă, se apropie de mine și-mi poruncește să-i dau o țigară. Eu îi întind o brichetă mică, iar ea-mi zice să mi-o trag…
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He placed the camera on the tripod and the tripod on his desk and stood about four minutes in silence just staring at it after pressing record unblinking "It happened the other night," he finally said. "After about four or three hours of random executions with no context and deadly accidents and maiming and animal cruelty and animal attacks on humans and basic degeneracy, I stumbled upon her video. I swear to God and back, she was the prettiest girl I ever saw. With a face so clean and so symmetrical you'd think it was computer generated. Oh, but she was real, alright. She was so real. And what she did was real. She motivated me. You know how sometimes you don't feel like getting out of bed or doing anything really and then someone shows you some guy without hands or legs or both who does that thing? It's…
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“Muses,” he said, “aren’t only
for writing
and painting, and stuff
like that.
That’s just what the
world likes
to believe.
But me, I use my muse
as inspiration
for pranks. This is my art.”
A few days ago
he dressed in
ragged clothes
and got his face dirty with
soot
and went around a
bus station
begging people for
spare change
He didn’t get any,
but that
wasn’t the point
The point was to be seen
by as many people
as possible
as he cried
and stated loudly that he’s
so hungry
he could eat anything
People did their best
to ignore him
until
they saw him walk by the
trashcan near the station
and reaching for
something inside
His hand came out
with a
used diaper. It looked full
and yes, he proceeded to
unwrap it and
lick and slurp its contents
as the…
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"We all have to accept it," she said. "There's no cure against getting old." She was in her mid twenties but she had an accident that left some burnt marks across her face about that she never wanted to talk It was taboo She'd rather sit on the roof of the hospital with a coffee and talk about the glory times of before the accident when she used to dress as a nurse and infiltrate the hospital, sometimes this same hospital she now stayed in, and rob the patients "I made so much money back then," she said. "Oh, I was pretty damn sure I'll never work a day in my life. You know, people will forgive so many wrong doings, as long as they're committed by a good-looking person, like I was back then. I got away with all of it. I was in my prime. Looked like a…
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a guitar with two broken
strings
and a ragged hat
with a few coins and
bills
and a young girl’s faded
photo
was all he left behind
the metro station
was silent
now
like a page
from a book
you had to look
closely
and start reading
to hear the noise
And they all did
as they stood
lined
on the edge
looking below
at the
scene
No page says the same
thing
as long as it’s not
read by the same eyes
Those who read that
he had played the
greatest
love song ever
and decided to quit the
scene
because nothing will sound
the same ever again
and he couldn’t bear
to live in a world like that…
I’m on their side
-BOGDAN DRAGOS
Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors…
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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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Daydreaming as a profession 