Writer Poems
The dancing pencil in my room
by Garima Patel
The dancing pencil in my room,
Wobbling around the lines it goes,
Ups and downs, it plans my doom,
The lyrics of my life it composes.
The dancing pencil in my room,
Ticking off friends adds to my list of woes,
Shades gray my world of gloom,
Hoping seeds of success, it sows.
......
bit by bit, little by little
by Bogdan Dragos
there were times when she bit and
chewed the inside
of her elbow
to spit the bits of flesh
and the blood
on her grandma
but those times were over
......
an old instrument with rusty strings
by Bogdan Dragos
he sits alone in the
darkness
on a wooden chair
The walls surrounding him
have no
mirrors and
the windows are covered
by the thickest blinds
......
only his insanity
by Bogdan Dragos
the last time he went out of
his mind he liked it
so much there
that he never came back
not even after the
alcohol left
his blood
he keeps writing to this day
......
town of forgotten poets
by Bogdan Dragos
there he was
arriving on main street
carrying a backpack
and a suitcase
both stuffed with
papers
“WELCOME TO THE TOWN
OF FORGOTTEN POETS.”
......
making it big in a small world
by Bogdan Dragos
other than
weirded
the fuck out
she didn’t know how
to feel about it
so she read the
words again
SO GLAD TO SEE YOU
......
they just knew it
by Bogdan Dragos
the last time they
saw him
happy
was when he told them about
that weird dream
he had
in which wine
poured from the tap in
his kitchen
......
The dancing pencil in my room
by Garima Patel
The dancing pencil in my room,
Wobbling around the lines it goes,
Ups and downs, it plans my doom,
The lyrics of my life it composes.
The dancing pencil in my room,
Ticking off friends adds to my list of woes,
Shades gray my world of gloom,
Hoping seeds of success, it sows.
......
to melt the shackle
by Bogdan Dragos
it wasn’t morning yet
but he woke up
to the sounds of cheering
and applause
He looked around
and saw
shadowy figures with
elongated faces
and bright, white eyes
......
I am birds
by Bogdan Dragos
the other night she went to
sleep
listening to
subliminal audios
and woke up in the morning
saying, “I am birds. Many, many
birds trapped together in
a bag of silk. This thing
that the world looks
......
