Daydreaming Poems
bald cat market
by Bogdan Dragos
He started writing at the
age of thirty-eight
and most of his early poems were
about starting late,
being a late bloomer
He said he'd spent those thirty-eight
years figuring out what not to be
and in the process of figuring
that out he did a lot of
......
gun nut
by Bogdan Dragos
the absolute worst part about
being locked up
in the psych ward was having
no access to guns
No greater torture
for him
He spent his creative hours
in the workshop
......
but was it though?
by Bogdan Dragos
but what if it was
all a dream?
All a nightmare
What if he wasn't just a construction worker
who fell from the
scaffold and couldn't get up
and was in incredible pain from the torso up
because he had no more feeling below?
......
just some average guy with an interesting life
by Bogdan Dragos
quite a few times she had to ask
him why he was
so shy
He thought it was just
normal to be
shy on a first date
no matter how many other dates you've
been on with other girls
......
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.
......
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
......
