
They will never finish the building
It would stay in its skeletal form
forever
because the government is
corrupt
but then
they all are
so it wasn’t the grandest
tragedy of the world
It was a fun place for
the kids
A place where they pretended to be
monkeys and did parkour
and whatnot
A place where tight friendships
and love were to
be discovered
and kept hidden in the various
incomplete rooms
and under unfinished stairs
The unfinished building was the
wonderland of a truly magical childhood
And it was still unfinished by
the time childhood ended
It’s been twenty years
and her girlfriends kept asking
her why she wasn’t
dating or starting a family
She just shrugged. Said she didn’t
want to hurt any men
It was enough those twenty years
ago when she
told a boy that he had to
walk across the high ledge if he wanted her kiss
Poor kid was too dumb and love-struck
for his own good,
but his fall and death took her out of the
tomboy phase.
She no longer sought adventure
and thrill
twenty years…
And the building was
still unfinished
-BOGDAN DRAGOS
Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.

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Bogdan’s tale about an unfinished building is more than just a story of bricks and mortar. It has a soul that laments. Often abandoned places become a place of refuge for the wild and silly passions of youth. But sometimes such actions become regrets that last a lifetime. A young woman’s life remains unfinished too.
Congratulations Bogdan!
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༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ Thank you, Terveen! You said it right 🙂 The young woman’s life and heart remain as incomplete as the building, as she never could get over what happened when she played in the building (︶︿︶)
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I love your poem, the images, so deep and real. Corruption never gets anything done whatsoever.
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Thank you, Ayieko! You’re right, corruption gets a lot of things started, but finishes none (╥﹏╥)
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Every time I read one of your poems, Bogdan, I try to guess the twist and as per usual, I was wrong. Your poetry has so many layers and works on so many levels, the more often I read one of your pieces, the more I discover. More, please!
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(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ Aw, thank you! That’ll be what I want as well 🙂 To keep on writing (and publishing)
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Very painful entrance! But in the age of innocence; fantasy can be more than reality. Boys can think of themselves as superheroes at any time. A cordial greeting.
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Thank you!
Indeed, sometimes it is our stubbornness to let go of fantasy that hinders us from properly living our reality
( っ- ‸ – c)
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Bogdan…its strong,its almost alive before my eyes…GREAT! Congrat, brother in arm. Hi from Moravia,Czech republic. Im sorry, for this, when i thinking about you i see Jugoslavian poet, who erote poem ,,Jama” from secon dworld war,i dont know his name sorry,but that poem change my life too… Hold on,be creative, You are the BEST!
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Thank you! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و
I’m not far from Yugoslavia myself (I’m from Romania) ٩( ^ᴗ^ )۶
I think the poet you’re referring to is Ivan Goran Kovačić who wrote the epic anti-war poem called “The Pit” (fantastic work indeed).
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Yes,exactly, is him,Ivan Goran Kovačić and the poem ,,The Pit” . And You are from Romania…beautiful country!
Hold on, keep good work , be yours, be strenght, be creative !
Nice day ! 🙂
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ヽ(•‿•)ノ Thanks! You too 🙂
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Well expressed, Bogdan!
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Thank you, Susi! (′ꈍᴗꈍ‵)
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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oooh, so tragic. Also “parkour” is a new word for me. Fabulous writing! Vivid description.
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(๑*ᗜ*) Thanks! My word processor (Open Office) also doesn’t recognize the word “parkour”. It thinks it’s a spelling error ┐(´•_•`)┌
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Hahaha 🤪 I looked it up and it is a real word. You are just smarter than Open Office. 😉
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(ง^ᗜ^)ง It’s a nice sport now that I think about it… But it’s relatively new and Open Office is too old to know about it :))
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🤓🤓🤓
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Love your poetry. Bogdan, it’s so so true corrupted people starts new projects but never complete it. Do keep writing.
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Thanks! Will try my best. That’s a promise ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
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This piece took me back to my own elementary days and an abandon house where I would play. Great ending to this piece, a sadness that one can only imagine. Lovely piece, thanks for the memories.
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Thanks!
Always happy to hear I’ve awakened memories in a reader (◍•ᴗ•◍)
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Yes and they are wonderful memories. So thank you again Dragos. 🦋
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Absolutely love this poem.
Gwen.
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Thank you, Gwen! (´・ᴗ・`)
Much appreciated! 🙂
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