Daydreaming Poems
run wild
by Bogdan Dragos
Run wild
That was the motto
Of course it didn’t address
running wild
in the streets
and away from angry shopkeepers
and the police
and rival gangs
and betrayed friends
......
keeping that spark
by Bogdan Dragos
he deliberately chose
the nastiest
sound for the alarm clock
Zeeeehhweeeehhchhh
and there it went
again
Every four hours. Announcing that he
had to start the
......
to cope with stress
by Bogdan Dragos
the stress was messing with
her periods
so she got even more
stressed as a result
Oh, and that guy she met
through the dating app, he considered
himself catfished. Why?
She looked like
in the
......
In a Corner there
by Author Reinvented
In a corner there
I see your memory,
A child who could neither fight nor flee,
Hiding from reality
In the circle of your arms
Do you find safety?
Wishing the world around would disappear,
"I'm only safe when it's just me"
......
a self-published book on how to quit smoking
by Bogdan Dragos
That did it
He was tired of coming home from work
and finding
a fucking book on the table
instead of food
but the book was also on his
pillow when he went to bed
on the toilet tank
......
The Forest
by David Hoover
I find myself captivated by her.
Lost in her eyes.
One look and I’m gone.
Off deep in the thickest of forest.
With great mountains of stone.
Rivers flowing like the veins of the earth herself.
A vast wilderness of dark and light.
Mice that scurry over the soil of the forest floor.
And birds that sing in the canopy above.
But suddenly there’s a sound.
......
In a Corner there
by Author Reinvented
In a corner there
I see your memory,
A child who could neither fight nor flee,
Hiding from reality
In the circle of your arms
Do you find safety?
Wishing the world around would disappear,
"I'm only safe when it's just me"
......
honestly, I had to look online for the meaning of the term
by Bogdan Dragos
She pushed gently against me
and fell on the
bed
Stretched a leg towards me
began unbuttoning at her
jeans
I helped her take them
off
Not too gentle, not too rough
......
our very own patron saint
by Bogdan Dragos
he was a doctor
Goddammit, they were looking at
a doctor
He came into the casino in a suit,
the same suit every day and night
dark gray
shiny with grease around the
elbows and lower back
smelly
......
cold feet
by Bogdan Dragos
she woke up because her feet were cold
The window was open
and she had not the audacity to
stand and shut it in someone else’s house
He was still asleep
beside her
The sheets were stained with her maiden’s
blood
That was all right
......
