Daydreaming Poems
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
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also pay attention to spelling and grammar so you don’t embarrass yourself
by Bogdan Dragos
every small hesitation
takes
a bite
from your confidence,
from your soul
until you find
yourself
breathing in ashes
of suicide notes
......
a successful first date
by Bogdan Dragos
she slid out of that short
skirt and
removed the panties as well
and hopped on the bed
and took off her shirt
and bra
then assumed the lotus
position and
very calmly said, "You got like…
......
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
......
an all-or-nothing gamble
by Bogdan Dragos
She followed him home from
the casino
because he
swore he was a gambling addict
A true gambler
he lived only to gamble
Never missed a chance to declare it
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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"
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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
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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
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