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whatsoever things ye ask for when ye pray by Bogdan Dragos

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she came out of her house after the heavy rain stopped and walked up to the bridge and leaned forward over the flat rail and watched the turbid river flowing by, disappearing with infinite length below her feet The rail was wet and she wiped it with a few tissues and then got her notebook out Using a simple pencil she began drawing the river There wasn't much to it, just a couple of lines but she gave them a nice form And when she was done with the drawing she began writing Wrote a poem into the drawn river Eternal sensation of falling I hear an inhuman voice calling Feel my awareness crawling underneath. Is it angel for real or just a myth? I shall jump toward it I shall jump toward it I'm ready this world to quit She ripped the paper and crumpled it and unfolded it…

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3 POEMS (“he’s the writer!”, “magic fish tank”, and “no such thing as something for nothing”) – published in the first issue of TOME Literary

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TOME Literary has agreed to feature three of my poems in their 1st issue, titled "Consumption".


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POEMS: 
he's the writer!
magic fish tank
no such thing as something for nothing





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It’s just a prank, bro! by Bogdan Dragos

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he opened the shitty door of his shitty apartment and got in looking like shit The jacket was torn at the sleeves and the shirt underneath was torn at the chest Wet mud adorned his knees and ankles and his cheap shoes were about to fall off There was blood stuck into his thick beard and mustache and a bit around the knuckles "Happy new year!" he said as he closed the door behind him and paced from hallway to bathroom Yes, another New Year's Eve spent alone He was 46 But the punks he beat in the streets couldn't have been older than 16 The fuckers were doing what today's kids called 'pranks' and threw firecrackers at him "It's just a prank, bro!" they cried over and over again as he charged them and started swinging wildly At some point the punks had to fight back or die but…

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Apatie

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quitting motivation by Bogdan Dragos

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He placed the camera on the tripod and the tripod on his desk and stood about four minutes in silence just staring at it after pressing record unblinking "It happened the other night," he finally said. "After about four or three hours of random executions with no context and deadly accidents and maiming and animal cruelty and animal attacks on humans and basic degeneracy, I stumbled upon her video. I swear to God and back, she was the prettiest girl I ever saw. With a face so clean and so symmetrical you'd think it was computer generated. Oh, but she was real, alright. She was so real. And what she did was real. She motivated me. You know how sometimes you don't feel like getting out of bed or doing anything really and then someone shows you some guy without hands or legs or both who does that thing? It's…

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Muses aren’t only for Writing by Bogdan Dragos

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A spectacled man sitting at a typewriter and staring at a gray cloud above his head that is raining down letters
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“Muses,” he said, “aren’t only

for writing

and painting, and stuff

like that.

That’s just what the

world likes

to believe.

But me, I use my muse

as inspiration

for pranks. This is my art.”

A few days ago

he dressed in

ragged clothes

and got his face dirty with

soot

and went around a

bus station

begging people for

spare change

He didn’t get any,

but that

wasn’t the point

The point was to be seen

by as many people

as possible

as he cried

and stated loudly that he’s

so hungry

he could eat anything

People did their best

to ignore him

until

they saw him walk by the

trashcan near the station

and reaching for

something inside

His hand came out

with a

used diaper. It looked full

and yes, he proceeded to

unwrap it and

lick and slurp its contents

as the…

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how the world works for people who don’t look that good by Bogdan Dragos

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"We all have to accept it," she said. "There's no cure against getting old." She was in her mid twenties but she had an accident that left some burnt marks across her face about that she never wanted to talk It was taboo She'd rather sit on the roof of the hospital with a coffee and talk about the glory times of before the accident when she used to dress as a nurse and infiltrate the hospital, sometimes this same hospital she now stayed in, and rob the patients "I made so much money back then," she said. "Oh, I was pretty damn sure I'll never work a day in my life. You know, people will forgive so many wrong doings, as long as they're committed by a good-looking person, like I was back then. I got away with all of it. I was in my prime. Looked like a…

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Silent Underground by Bogdan Dragos

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a guitar with two broken

strings

and a ragged hat

with a few coins and

bills

and a young girl’s faded

photo

was all he left behind

the metro station

was silent

now

like a page

from a book

you had to look

closely

and start reading

to hear the noise

And they all did

as they stood

lined

on the edge

looking below

at the

scene

No page says the same

thing

as long as it’s not

read by the same eyes

Those who read that

he had played the

greatest

love song ever

and decided to quit the

scene

because nothing will sound

the same ever again

and he couldn’t bear

to live in a world like that…

I’m on their side

-BOGDAN DRAGOS

Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors…

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Testosteron

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This world is… just evil by Bogdan Dragos

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it was around 3 AM no sleep no work in the morning either so she got up turned on the TV tuned it off got her pack of smokes out of the handbag lit one and smoked it as she stared at the fish tank from up close. "This is how I used to watch TV while growing up," she said to the only moving fish in the tank. "The screen didn't mess up my vision. But the things shown on it did. I've a very bleak vision of the world now." She blew the smoke against the glass The one fish that still moved around was too busy eating from the flesh of its deceased friends to notice her "You look pretty happy," she said. "Say, have you ever regretted talking someone out of suicide? Um? Well, I had. I, uh, was seeing this guy whose little daughter died…

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