Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
She doesn’t want to see people on the weekend only her cat She gets drunk by herself and then rummages through her books and reads the last pages of …
there is only love by Bogdan Dragos
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he sat on his knees
before the
bed
by the window
and tapped swiftly
on the screen
of the cheap tablet he’d
bought second hand
It had only a few apps
and the one
he used was
the notes app
It’s hell having to tap
on a screen
to write
but the alternative was
scratching words with
a pen on
paper
and those couldn’t be sent
anywhere these days
He had to get with
the times
At night he kept dreaming
of a device that
would turn one’s thoughts
into written words.
The future will
bring that for sure, but
for now he couldn’t even
afford
a small laptop
It’s hell having the
words in
you, ready to blaze out,
and not being able to
offer them the means
Oh, he
was frustrated, alright
And behind him a
woman’s voice
kept asking ‘when’
“When what?”
he snapped…
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tu nu exiști când ochii-mi sunt deschiși, nu exiști când sângele nu-mi e otrăvit, când sufletul mi-e împăciuit, când stomacul mi-e plin și când am companie deci exiști în majoritatea timpului, dragă muză
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– Oamenii ca tine mor tineri, îmi zise ea. Tu nu bei peste măsură, nu te droghezi, mănânci destul de sănătos, rar ieși în oraș, rar întâlnești fete noi. Dar continui să scrii, băiete. Continui să scrii și asta-i suficient ca să le-ntreacă pe toate cele de mai sus. O să vezi tu...
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Mi-am vizitat prietena în spital după operația de apendicită. Arăta bine și zâmbetul ei a pus un zâmbet pe fața mea – Mi-am făcut și o prietenă, zise ea. Era o altă fată în salon cu ea și fata asta, cică a ajuns în spital pentru că ar fi șpreiat un întreg tub de insecticid într-un pahar pe care apoi l-a băut. – De ce? Am întrebat eu. – Ei bine, zise prietena mea, n-ai înțelege. Hai doar să spunem că, draga de ea voia să-și omoare fluturii din stomac. – Ok...
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“Are you trying to
kill me?” his mother screamed. “Are
you trying to fucking
kill me!?”
He backed away. “Mom, please.”
“Shut up! You brought
a cat. A cat! Of all things. In the house!
Knowing full well
of my allergies. That is a declaration,
young man. A declaration
that speaks
very loud. You are trying
to kill your own mother, you
insane monster!”
An hour later he
was in his room
caressing the cat’s head
and back
while it lay on his chest
and purred
“Can you believe her?” he
said to the cat
“Hardly,” said the cat. “She was
a monster though. You made
the right choice, baby.”
“When I decided to
keep you?” he asked
“Yes,” said the cat. “And when
you stabbed her in
the chest. You’re such a good boy.
That’s why I love you. And
after I help you calm
down…
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but what are we alive for
if not to play
and enjoy
games
life itself is
but a game
and the best at it are
those who don’t
grow up, those who can
still view it
as such
She tried to teach her
four children
this truth
that’s why she brought them
into the backyard
where all the small trash bags,
so well wrapped in tape,
were laid on the grass,
and told them,
“It’s like that Easter game
where you find
the eggs. Only this time it’s
with small trash bags,
and you’ll be hiding
them.” She clapped
her hands a few times. “So let’s
go then. Mommy will
play along this time.
Let’s hide
the bags.”
It was the police
who came to
search for them later
“Can we build a dad
with all
these parts?” asked
one of the kids
after the policemen
won…
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Camera era rece și flori gri de mucegai înfloreau pe pereți. Și-a dat jos papucii și aceștia fiind cele mai calde lucruri din cameră puiul de pisică se adăposti într-unul din ei. El stătu pe o saltea în colț și mângâie pisica din papuc. Deodată, zâmbi și zise, – Eh, măcar n-am datorii. Până și Dumnezeu a fost de acord cu el. I-a făcut cu ochiul prin gaura din tavan.
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the woman with the dirty eyes, they called her as she always beheld people like they were but dust in her eyes Her face would make that expression of pure disgust one feels while passing a homeless drunk in the streets. Fallen and stained with piss and feces and blood People weren't worthy to be held in her eyes but the people were everywhere she looked So she looked less into the world and more into her papers where she drew the few things she saw Every human being was drawn with hair covering their eyes and every animal with human eyes, clean eyes she'd been drawing all her life and now more than ever before She had a new dog now. One so meek and so obedient that it allowed her to stretch open its eyes and lick them with her tongue "There is much inspiration to be tasted…
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Daydreaming as a profession 