Dad was fat all his life Obese He couldn’t do a lot of things. Walk without special help Bathe Climb stairs Sit in a normal chair Drive a normal car Sleep in a normal bed And say “I love you, son.” To draw those words out of his dad he became a cartoonist, but that also failed. And now that his father was dead, collapsed face down on the kitchen floor, blood seeping out of a head wound, he struggled to turn him over on his back and dipped his finger in the blood and drew a speech bubble next to his father’s head and wrote in it the famous words. Finally. “I love you too, dad.”
the thing before the thing before the thing
because it’s nice to be young because it’s nice to be in your early to mid twenties and it’s nice to do the thing after you’ve done the thing the thing that comes after you’ve done the thing is always the same but the thing that leads to the thing is often different this night it was white powder they shared it neatly between each other and then climbed into bed “Christ,” he said. “I still can’t believe you sucked dick for this shit. And a carload of it. What was it, like four, five guys?” “Oh, shut your hole, you pauper-ass. If you had a job like a decent motherfucker I wouldn’t have to do that shit, you know?” “Shit, baby, don’t make this trip worse than it is.” “You started it.” “Whatever, let’s just get to the next thing already.” “I haven’t even bathed. You know, after taking on that carload…” But it was too late to think. the first thing kicked in hard and it lead to the other and a brain wasn’t needed for any of them and the cold wind blew through the broken window and dried their sweat
something about smartphone addiction by Bogdan Dragos

I liked her dad He was an interesting guy preached all day long about smartphone addiction while his daughter was on her smartphone, ignoring him “A human life,” he was saying. “Controlled by a piece of plastic with lights. A destiny completely determined by a machine designed by corporations to become god, to claim souls. How blind, how utterly and impossibly blind a whole generation of human beings can be. To willingly subject themselves to slavery like that. Their thumbs and fingers always tap-tap-tapping that screen as if trying to break their soul free from beyond. But it never happens. You cannot break a door by merely knocking on it...” “Whatever, dude,” said his daughter with the phone before her face He shook his head and then looked at me. This time I too was looking at my phone. “I see she has corrupted you too,” he said. “Shame. I…
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think about his future
They had the poor girl lie on the cold tile floor and then they all pissed on her and you could hear them tell her to open her mouth wide and stick her tongue out It was one of the poorest videos on the site but the women watching it recognized the girl She went to the same high school as them back in the day So trashy porn is what she turned to Not exceptionally unusual, but one of the kids running in the park before them was her child Just eight or nine "You know," said one of them. "Like it or not it's just a matter of time until our sons catch wind of this and then..." "Oh my..." "Goodness!" "The sins of the parents are visited upon the children. It's not fair. Imagine the life her poor kid's gonna have." "Yeah, our own kids might very well be the bullies, we'll never know. Like I said, it's a matter of time..." "Well, goodness, what can we do about it?" "Flag the video?" "You know it won't work..." "Oh, I got an idea. What if... you know, what if we all uploaded sexy vids of us. Um, not necessarily as trashy as this one but just pornographic enough. The boys won't be able to gang up and bully one if all their mothers did it... Right? C'mon, let's do it for that poor kid. Think about his future..." The other mothers looked at her and they kept looking mute until one of them pulled out her smartphone
Hunger by Bogdan Dragos

those cold evenings coming inside the house and crying "Mom, I'm hungry." A whirl on the heels A stare colder than the outside weather Hands on her hips "Show me your tongue." The little mouth opens and the tongue comes out She stares at it and then grabs it between her thumb and index and studies it, gives it a rub and declares: "No. You're not that hungry. Get out of here and leave me alone." And her words carry the finality of God's words from the Bible because she is the god of this small world and her word is law
The Muse’s Bad Touch – New poetry collection by Bogdan Dragos

Here it is. THE MUSE'S BAD TOUCH A collection of dark poems highlighting the toxic and deadly relationship between poet and muse. DISCLAIMER: suitable only for a mature audience. D' you like the cover? I designed it myself ∩(・ω・)∩ Check out the free sample poems (and maybe leave a review). Thanks! I don't wanna say that the poems contained in this book are dark. It would sound pretentious right off the bat. But, yeah, between dark and light, you know already where they stand.
the outsider by Bogdan Dragos

my neighbor from upstairs claims that God sticks post-it notes on his fridge overnight I did ask him what they said but he only told me that I'll have to follow him to church if I want to find out I'm generally not a very curious guy so I declined and, what do you know, few days later I see lots of other people following my neighbor to church They all looked the other way when I passed by them and said hi Thing is I don't even doubt God spoke to my neighbor through post-it notes and gave a lot of people hope I just like being the outsider more than I like being hopeful
good boy, Kyu
this morning the pills have not been there kitchen top cabinet not there but of course the world wouldn’t explode if he didn’t take the pills for one day Things were going too fine to slip downhill now He didn’t need the pills. It actually was like the doctor said, the power was inside him The power to change to become better to leave the past behind. The power was in him And in dearest Kyu, his therapy dog, a small corgi who needed to be walked everyday He smiled as he thought of Kyu called him and Kyu came and he put the leash on and went outside The rain didn’t bother either of them Only problem during rainy days was the lack of other people to socialize with People hated rain and that was that but not him and Kyu They walked through the park and the rain grew more intense fatter drops heavier colder louder splashing the little rivulets flowing on the sides of the streets weren’t so little anymore This would turn out to be a total flood better go back home Kyu seemed to get the meaning they turned back and the rivulets at the sides of the street grew more potent and the leash grew lighter and lighter Gods! The rivulet carried Kyu away! Oh God, no! Straight into the curbside storm drain! In the sewer! Kyuuuuuu! And there was no one on the streets not even cars passing He had to do something by himself because no one would help him nobody ever helped him He had to pull himself out of this ditch by himself once more Cursing between clenched teeth he dropped to his knees and crawled into the storm drain after his beloved Kyu He landed on hard concrete and broke his foot so badly that the jagged shinbone protruded through the flesh and skin and came out like a blade He screamed and cried and cursed the day he was born and the people in his life and outside of it Of course everyone would be outside of it Nobody would be in his life not mother not father not sister grandparents friends? What friends? He never had any of those People were cold people wanted to see him cry because seeing him cry was their food and they needed food to stay alive, they needed to eat and their hunger was insatiable they should…just die actually The dirty water showered all around him and onto his wound and onto his head and eyes but he still saw it He saw them carrying Kyu away dragging him by the paws towards the darkest spot of the sewer despite his whimpering protests He screamed, shouted at them but they wouldn’t listen “Hey, you bastards, let him go!” No, they would not let Kyu go Words were not enough to convince people. He had to do something. He crawled after them through the cold filth with pain and determination propelling him Oh, it was them, of course Mother and father and sister they were dragging Kyu away from him just as they dragged everything away from him This was too much He couldn’t let this happen. Too much! He crawled after them crying screaming cursing and reached for his broken shinbone and pulled it out of the leg and stabbed them with it again and again He kept stabbing at their backs their heads, their throats, their chests, their arms everywhere stab stab stab “Thought you could take everything away from me my friends, my life, my love, my soul, my freedom, my purpose, my way, my choices, my health, my possibilities, and now even him, my dearest Kyu? Fuck you! I won’t let you! I won’t let you!” and he kept stabbing and stabbing stab stab stab until that hand just wouldn’t work anymore and he fell with his head on Kyu like on a pillow as he always did and darkness came about him Good night, Kyu
raccoon by Bogdan Dragos

always cold in the north perhaps coming here was a mistake after all It's not so much the weather as it is the ever gray sky It favors depression Lack of sunlight lack of vitamin D He walked his dog around the block and counted zero smiles out of sixty-three faces seen and passed by The block was no fun so he followed the dog into the back alleys. It picked up on some smell and the smell grew potent enough that even he was beginning to feel it Not pleasant He expected a dumpster But found two dumpsters and a homeless old man huddled between them Ragged to threads holding a dead raccoon on his lap eating from its flesh raw and bloody Aw shit, he whispered. Maybe this place ain't so bad after all
cave of forgotten gods
all right, that sounded like good advice Put your room in order first and then your thoughts Sure He started looking around the room for things that were to be thrown and things that were misplaced There were a few There was a broken snowboard on his bed It had the image of a naked girl painted along he slept with it at night and would often find himself placing his lips over hers and licking at her slim, long neck She had to go It was time to get rid of her and break out of this ridiculous lifestyle He grabbed it Looked at the girl for a good minute and decided to place the snowboard under his bed He knelt by the side of the bed and looked under Alas, she had no room in there There was the forgotten cave of dead gods he no longer thought about And it was full There were body pillows with brown stains Hardened socks Doll heads A teddy bear with a hole carved between the legs A drinking glass stuffed with dishwashing sponges wrapped in plastic bags Magazines with crumpled pages Pictures printed on A4 paper Sealed jars that contained small figurines covered by a thick, brown substance like melted wax Those were the gods of nights long past They had their share of his worshiping and had been abandoned to rot away There was simply no more room for the present god to be disposed of “Funny,” he said looking at her from above. “It's like all the ones who came before you had passed down their blessings onto you. I… I am sorry I tried to get rid of you, love. I’m such a fool! Don’t strike me down, please. I’ll… I can only try to make up for it.” He placed the snowboard back on the bed and ripped two pieces from a paper towel and placed them over the middle of the snowboard where the painted girl’s nakedness was exposed He pulled his pants down and mounted her Rubbed his penis against the paper towels and showered the girl’s face with kisses while apologizing and shedding tears for wronging her so much By the time he came he felt forgiven and cleaned the stains that made it past the papers with his mouth
