DR Bogdan

Daydream

and then, maybe, write about it

  • bogdan dragos

    two Monsters

    13 March 2026 by

    after tonight
    he will never again
    doubt that
    madness
    is ultimately
    beautiful
    yet
    ultimately
    not worth it

    And her name was
    Six

    it’s not that weird when you’re
    drunk

    Though only he was
    drunk
    while she said she only
    accepts energy drinks

    They bought two cans
    of Monster
    from the vending machine
    outside the bar
    and when they got to his place
    she asked him to put
    them in the freezer

    “But wrap them in a wet
    paper towel first,” she
    added. “It’s a cool
    trick. They’ll be good to drink
    in no time.”

    “I don’t think I could
    drink–”
    he began

    and she interrupted, “They’re
    both for me.
    But don’t worry
    we’ll both benefit from
    them.
    You’ll see soon enough.”

    She was pretty much the personification
    of the goth style

    Pretty much the first image
    that would come to
    any boy’s mind when
    told to imagine a
    ‘big titty goth GF’

    As they went into the
    bathroom
    and climbed into bed
    he asked again for her
    real mane

    “I done did told you
    already, darling. It’s Six.
    My name’s Six. And it’s also
    very unimportant.”

    He was drunk enough to
    let it slide

    drunk enough to let a lot
    of things slide

    Though she would not let him
    slide inside her

    “Not yet,” she said. “We need
    those cans of Monster
    first.”

    “What for?”
    he asked

    “You’ll see.
    Hehe, like being teased?”

    Ne watched her
    and smiled and nodded

    “I thought so. You really look
    the type. And I really
    love teasing. It’s the mildest
    form of torture.
    Do you like torture?”

    “Uh… like what?”

    “Either giving or receiving.
    D’ you like?”

    “I don’t think o’ that.”

    “Then perhaps it’s an
    undiscovered detail about you.
    Something you haven’t
    explored yet. Imagine what a
    shame it would be
    to go through life without
    knowing the absolute heights
    of pain and pleasure.
    To not know this
    is hell.”

    Again, too drunk
    to be having a conversation. He
    felt like listening to
    someone read him
    poetry.
    So he just sat back in bed
    naked
    and watched her
    and waited for those damn
    cans to cool down in the
    freezer

    “Life is all about the ups
    and downs of
    the human experience,” she
    went on, a dark smile
    on her face.
    Yet so many people stop in the
    middle. What truly wasted lives
    they lead.
    To never know the extremes
    is a sin.
    But it’s fine to be sinful. What’s
    not fine is to
    actively seek to avoid, to
    stay away from
    the extremes.
    If you’re someone like that
    then the gods will send you
    a teacher, a guide
    to show you the way.
    I am that.
    And I can only lead one follower
    at a time, for it is
    necessary that I give him my
    full, undivided attention.
    And all he needs is to
    follow along
    like a good dog.
    That means to walk by my side on
    all fours
    while I hold him in a tight leash.
    He must sit when I tell him
    to sit and
    look up at the sky when I tell him
    to, and open up big
    for me to piss into his mouth, spit
    into it, put my cigarette
    out against his tongue.
    Like how it sounds?”

    “Huh? I ain’t into–”

    She was quick to silence
    him with one slim finger
    against the lips. “Shh. You don’t have to
    fight it.
    As a human being, this is
    simply your true nature. It’s who
    you are. Agree or not
    your real self wants to touch
    the limits. To go into the extremes.
    It’s alluring. You can’t resist it.”

    “I…”

    “Look, I want you to lie down
    for me. C’mon, on your back.
    Lie down. Let me grab this.” She
    placed her hand on his penis
    and worked on
    getting it hard again. “Good. Now
    close your eyes. Close them
    good for me
    and try to relax. Breathe deep.
    And accept that now, at this
    time and in this place only my voice
    exists for you.
    You listen to it as it tells you to
    imagine.
    Imagine you are yourself
    but in a world where you have power.
    All of it. You can do
    and have whatever you want. By
    simply asking for it.
    Now…
    How long d’ you think it’ll take for you
    to get bored of
    it all and
    seek to go higher? Seek to go
    into the extremes.
    Remember, there are absolutely no
    consequences to your actions
    and you have anything you ask for.
    How long will it take for you
    to laugh at those
    less fortunate than yourself? How long
    until you rub it in their face?
    Until you start playing games
    with them
    to amuse yourself, to relieve
    boredom…
    Their lives are in your hands.
    Would you not command them to
    walk on all fours
    in your presence? And would you not
    starve them to drive them
    to desperation and then
    feed them your feces? Piss on
    them?
    Would you not enact your wildest
    most depraved fantasies with
    them?
    They’re your pawns. Make them fight
    each other for a piece of
    bread. Have them murder their own
    children. Eat them. Have
    a mother choose between fucking her
    own son
    or having her limbs removed one
    by one. See the desperation in
    her eyes
    as she’s faced with the choice.
    The dying light.
    Have them beaten, whipped, suffocated,
    cut a thousand times, branded with
    the hot iron, raped. Oh, there
    can be so much rape.
    How do you feel about having a woman
    glued to the ground on all fours, stuck
    there so she can’t move
    and then have a metal pipe inserted
    between her legs. A long metal pipe.
    Then build a fire to the other
    end of it. It’s metal so it’ll
    heat up, hehe. And tell her
    that she has to make you cum with
    her mouth before
    the pipe heats up to the point of
    melting her insides?
    Doesn’t the thought just get
    you hard?
    But wait. What if she does make you
    cum with her mouth
    and you just let her
    ordeal continue anyway, eh?
    Hahahahah!”

    He went completely soft
    and shrinked
    despite her hand
    trying to achieve the
    opposite result

    “Listen,” he said, “I don’t know
    about that…”

    She brought her hand
    to his face
    started caressing his
    cheek, tried to slide a finger
    past his lips, but
    he didn’t play to her script
    anymore

    “Oh, darling,” she said, “I see
    you have a lot to
    learn. But I’m here
    for you. There’s nothing you
    need to worry about.”

    He opened his mouth
    and she sealed it again
    with a finger.

    “I think the Monsters
    are ready. I’ll go
    get them.”

    Indeed
    cold as the rest of
    the freezer.
    Standing before him, she opened
    one can and
    gulped it down
    and then followed with
    the other

    He watched her
    mute

    watched as she then went into
    the bathroom
    and came out completely
    naked, holding only a white
    towel that she threw on
    the bed
    “Lie down and put that
    over your face. I’ll piss
    on you. Ever been waterboarded
    before?”

    He just looked at her
    with the
    saddest eyes

    It made her
    smile so bright

  • it’s no coin

    5 March 2026 by

    coming out of the store
    with a
    sliced bread and a
    small pack of salty crackers
    he spots something on
    the ground

    round
    and shiny
    under the lamplight

    He squats to pick it up
    and all enthusiasm
    leaves his being

    It’s no coin

    just bird droppings
    in the form of one

    He stands
    turns around
    walks back into the store

    and comes out
    a bit later
    without the sliced bread
    and the pack of crackers
    but
    with a six-pack of beer

    We’d all
    probably do precisely
    the same

  • bogdan dragos

    or is it just luck?

    26 February 2026 by

    I don’t think this is the
    worst type but
    it’s certainly up there

    the type that only contacts you
    when they need something
    from you

    such as
    to borrow money
    or to sell you some
    pyramid scheme shit

    And it’s funny to think that he
    was by far the
    richest guy in our group

    at 23 he already had two apartments
    One to live in
    and one to rent out
    and a pretty decent car

    now all he’s got it the car

    He sleeps in it

    and calls from time to time
    and asks
    “Hey, you ain’t got no
    girlfriend, right?”

    It’s not a way for him to flex
    or anything

    it’s just his way of asking
    whether or not you’d like to
    spend some time
    with his girlfriend

    for a little
    sum
    of course

    Yes, it has come to this

    It’s probably the destiny of
    all hardcore
    gamblers

    have wealth
    gamble
    win or lose
    gamble again until
    you eventually lose
    borrow money
    lose the money
    borrow again
    win some
    but lose some more
    and so on

    until you end up
    asking random people if they’d
    like to sleep with your
    girlfriend for some money

    But I guess the bigger mystery
    here
    is now in the
    hell
    is she okay with all that…

    Seriously
    do girls really have something
    for gamblers
    or is it just luck?

  • bogdan dragos

    winter won’t leave already

    22 February 2026 by

    No color, no sound,
    just this grey sky pressing down
    on a field that used to be alive

    I hate how winter doesn’t shout
    It just takes and takes
    until the world looks like this

    My boots sink and the silence follows me,
    thick and stubborn

    quiet, empty,
    and harder to care about

  • bogdan dragos

    fellow lover of dark poetry

    12 February 2026 by

    it was a very
    nondescript truck

    perfectly blended with
    the environment

    more building than
    machine

    it hadn’t moved in
    over eight years

    the tires had melted into
    the asphalt

    and random weeds started
    to grow around them
    into the thin layer or dirt and
    sand

    I must’ve passed by it
    thousands, tens of thousands
    of times

    paid it no mind

    until it was
    no longer there

    Now where the hell was it?

    Did the authorities
    finally decide to tow it?

    And if so
    did they know
    that truck was somebody’s home?

    I never learned his
    name

    but I heard he moved in
    there after
    the war.
    State gave him enough money
    to buy a small apartment or
    something, but he chose that
    old truck

    some people are
    bums by choice

    Walking by
    I’d see him in arid summer days
    sitting behind the wheel
    windows rolled down
    a stumpy cigarette between his lips
    a small chapbook in his hand

    Never got to see the title
    but I do recall
    the image on the cover
    ‘t was a burning tree with one
    shadowy, just vaguely human
    silhouette hanging from it

    He probably wasn’t the kind of man
    you’d want to
    have in your circles
    and perhaps his image dirtied
    the overall aura of the neighborhood

    I don’t know
    Don’t care

    All I do know now is that I’ll never
    get the chance to
    walk up to his truck
    and ask him what he’s reading
    and show him that I
    too have chapbooks of my
    own now

    and I too
    enjoy dark poetry

    Well,
    we both
    probably enjoy
    goodbyes
    even more

  • bogdan dragos

    fuel

    5 February 2026 by

    he comes home in
    the evening and
    doesn’t
    even greet his wife

    she seems used to it

    just like her husband’s used to
    finding nothing to
    eat anywhere in
    the house

    He’s tired and
    feels like the whole world
    had bullied him for
    the past twelve hours

    but complaining is
    not on the menu

    it never was

    only a bottle of
    wine

    his wife brings it

    opens it

    pours
    two glasses

    and they start drinking

    “Hello dear,” he says after
    the first sip
    and leans in for a kiss

    she reciprocates
    and life
    can finally begin

    or continue

  • bogdan dragos

    kid at the back of the class

    29 January 2026 by

    he’s the one sitting
    in the back of the class

    wondering what it
    would be like to
    have the power to cause
    someone to instantly
    burst into flames

    it makes him happy
    for a while

    It’s a way to channel the
    inner rage

    meanwhile his
    grades are suffering
    and the situation at home
    isn’t better

    but he’s past the point of
    caring about any
    of those

    The meaning of life is to
    exist as little
    as possible in what the others
    call reality
    and get lost as much as
    possible in one’s self

    He’s good at it
    so
    for all we know
    he’s living the life
    of his dreams

    Probably gonna start writing
    in a few years

    His kind usually does

  • bogdan dragos

    looking for reasons to doubt the voice

    22 January 2026 by

    and this time
    too
    it comes out of nowhere

    the voice says, “Now wait
    a heartbeat.
    What is this? Don’t you
    think you’re a bit
    too happy now?
    The hell you think you’re
    doing!?
    Trying to leave your
    nature behind? Become a new
    man?
    Haha! Alright then. Good luck.
    I mean, we both know it
    won’t work
    just like it didn’t work on your
    previous attempts either.”

    I get out of bed

    look around

    Not for
    the voice, of course

    Only for
    reasons to doubt it
    for just one more day

    One day at a time

  • bogdan dragos

    online gambling

    15 January 2026 by

    it’s a trend that
    never seems to want
    to die

    and just like most trends
    I hate it

    don’t wanna be
    part of it

    and once more
    I feel alone

    nothing new
    here

    I’m not really bothered to
    see that everyone and
    their grandma
    gambles on their smartphone,
    I just wish they wouldn’t be
    so damn serious
    about it

    like it’s a life or
    death game

    I could go on babbling
    about the dangers
    of technology and social media
    and all that shit
    but nah, I’m not trying to
    sound more pretentious than
    I already am

    Short and to the
    point
    I fucking hate casinos

    especially now that they’re viral
    in the online world

    Now gambling is superior to
    gaming

    It’s cool to be a gambler
    to earn big cash
    an’ all that

    the gamblers are the new
    influencers
    the super stars

    It’s the new East European
    dream

    To make it big at the slots
    or the roulette
    or blackjack
    or whatever

    Imagine walking down the
    street
    and you hear a bunch of
    young adults
    screaming at their phone screens
    “Fuck that cherry! Had it
    been a fuckin seven
    I would’ve been a millionaire now.
    Fuck!”

    Ten or fifteen years
    ago
    it would not have been normal

    now it
    is

    Tomorrow
    we’ll see what else comes up

    But until then

    I’ll count myself
    among the haters
    and say it again

    Fuck online gambling!

    P.S
    I work in the industry.

  • bogdan dragos

    he has to be stopped

    8 January 2026 by

    the authorities keep
    following him
    around town

    searching for him

    They’ve been playing this
    game for a time longer
    than they care to remember

    Thus
    another urban legend
    was born

    The beggar poet

    Not much difference between
    a beggar and a poet
    anyhow

    but this one
    angered the blue uniforms
    of the town
    by leaving his poems
    behind

    carved in the wood of
    park benches
    and brick walls
    and in the hearts of
    the week
    the needy and the
    indignant

    He has to
    be stopped

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  1. Hope things are cool and hot DR., I’m a bit curious, I was looking over your work, and wonder if you do any strip writing ? I ‘m working on a book that will be a finish play. I don’t want it to get to much graphic dialog but need the iron words to push these concepts. Any suggestions. Like instead of B, or F, MF, I thought Bush Wet, Funk n Fish, Mold Food, well if you get a minute, Thanks.

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  4. Very interesting site. Visually, on all fronts. Nice. “They” just posted a thing saying we aren’t real–just players in some virtual reality game. I have always done a lot of daydreaming and writing, but not much poetry. Looking forward to reading your work. Might get me back at mine…

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  5. Hello Bogdan,

    You liked one of my Umbriate posts so I thought I’d drop in. Intriguing writing. Reading through your poetry I find…well, not sure how to put it–it resonates is the best thing that comes to mind. Glad I dropped by and will be returning. Thank you.

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