Mad Poems
Ol’ Bloody Brush
by Bogdan Dragos
the old man stank
but he
stank more
of booze and cheap
tobacco than
filth
his mouth missed
a lot of
teeth
......
So they asked ‘what does your ideal girl look like?’
by Bogdan Dragos
4779 digital pages filled
with ramblings
about feelings
thousands of
grammar and
spelling mistakes
a broken heart
consuming itself
......
Rage
by Chrissy Davis
Body shaking.
Heart pumping.
Can’t breathe.
Feel like jumping.
Hot tears on the verge of falling.
Can’t break down.
Can’t start bawling.
Tears show weakness.
I’m not weak.
I’m mad as hell.
......
In Mourning
by Jamie B
You are dead to me
And I don’t mean that as an insult or as a stab at you but I feel as if the Michael I knew and cared for died in that moment.
I am in mourning of my lover.
Thinking of seeing you now repulses me, the thought of your very touch makes me quiver.
I can never forgive you for this, not because I won’t but because I can’t.
You’ve brought me to my lowest low in a time where I need all the support and courage and confidence and strength I can muster.
You are dead to me.
A whole new feeling to the phrase filled with sorrow.
I will never not feel this empty sharp pit or this hot furious pounding pulsating from my ears when I hear that phrase being used.
Shame on you.
......
Rage
by Chrissy Davis
Body shaking.
Heart pumping.
Can’t breathe.
Feel like jumping.
Hot tears on the verge of falling.
Can’t break down.
Can’t start bawling.
Tears show weakness.
I’m not weak.
I’m mad as hell.
......
So they asked ‘what does your ideal girl look like?’
by Bogdan Dragos
4779 digital pages filled
with ramblings
about feelings
thousands of
grammar and
spelling mistakes
a broken heart
consuming itself
......
Ol’ Bloody Brush
by Bogdan Dragos
the old man stank
but he
stank more
of booze and cheap
tobacco than
filth
his mouth missed
a lot of
teeth
......
In Mourning
by Jamie B
You are dead to me
And I don’t mean that as an insult or as a stab at you but I feel as if the Michael I knew and cared for died in that moment.
I am in mourning of my lover.
Thinking of seeing you now repulses me, the thought of your very touch makes me quiver.
I can never forgive you for this, not because I won’t but because I can’t.
You’ve brought me to my lowest low in a time where I need all the support and courage and confidence and strength I can muster.
You are dead to me.
A whole new feeling to the phrase filled with sorrow.
I will never not feel this empty sharp pit or this hot furious pounding pulsating from my ears when I hear that phrase being used.
Shame on you.
......
