Whatsoever things ye ask for when ye pray by Bogdan Dragos

The close up of a dark-skinned woman's red lipstick mouth blowing a thick plume of smoke
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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 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 again

and crumpled it

again

It was soft now

She laid it on the dry

rail and

reached into her backpack

for the little bag of

weed

She poured the weed

on the soft paper

and rolled it,

put it together

When it was done

she lit it

and puffed a long smoke

held it inside

released it

watched the brown

river below

She didn’t need anything

in this world. Had all

she could ever want

“It’s simple,” she preached

to the water below. “First

you get rid of the

idea of sin. Nothing you can do

can anger or displease God.

Second, you believe that

God gives you anything. Anything

at all. You’ve but to ask for it.

The right way to

ask is to believe that you

already have it. If you

can hold it in

your mind

you’ll be holding it in

your hands.

It’s all being done unto you

according to the strength

of your faith.

These days, when I want something

I write it on a piece

of paper

and then roll it

and smoke it.

Today I want to meet with

angels. With my higher self. Face

to face.

And I get exactly what I

ask for.”

She dragged the last

smoke

Held it in

And jumped into

the water

As always,

she got exactly what

she asked for

-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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19 Comments Add yours

  1. Terveen Gill says:

    Bogdan’s poetic piece has several shades of dark to it. To not fear one’s end but believe that it’s a calling to be answered comes from a deep and disturbed mind that views the world in a dismal yet unique shade of color. And to realize one’s prayers by writing them and smoking them is simply portraying oneself to be a power that can’t be denied. I wish there was so much influence of positivity upon a person. But darkness always tends to have the upper hand.
    Congratulations Bogdan!

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    1. (˘⌣˘)ノ♥ Thank you!

      This one’s (loosely) based on a real person, actually. Someone who got a bit too deep into spirituality…

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  2. kenhume31 says:

    Wow Bogdan, that was brilliantly dark! 😁👌👏

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    1. (*゚ー゚) Thank you, Ken!

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  3. Is there a difference between a simple pencil and a complicated one? Just asking……..

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    1. Only in the eye of the beholder, I’d say…
      (゚~゚)

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      1. I prefer the simple pencils. Less complicated……

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        1. Honestly, me too 🙂

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        2. Easier to sharpen too……

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  4. Death as a lucid choice, I like it BD. 🙂

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    1. Very glad to hear that!

      Thank you!
      三三ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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  5. jonicaggiano says:

    Another great story Dragos. I am sure you know by reading my work I am a person of faith but sometimes people can get mixed up with the wrong crowd or get the wrong idea all together. I liked the way you wrote this character’s psyche. The thought that she could write down or draw a prayer and it would be answered when she smoked the paper to her joint is wild. So creative you are indeed. Perhaps she did met her angels but I think we are suppose to stick around until God says it is time to go. Very interesting character in person I bet, hope she is ok. Sending hugs and appreciation for your words. Joni

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    1. (ゝ◡・)ノ Thank you very much, Joni!

      Personally, I think all religions and faiths are perfectly okay, as long as their followers are not doing something too crazy, like killing in the name of their god, or something like that.
      In later years, a lot of people seem to lean towards the New Thought movement. Not saying there’s anything wrong with that, but too many of those people will literally read self-help and spirituality books all day and collect all the new titles, and never actually apply the knowledge in there. The problem is that they think they’re doing so much, when in fact they’re only stepping in place (by not applying anything they learn from the books).
      And then there are those who think they’re literally God now and start behaving so :))
      I think there’s a balance that has to be maintained here so as not to be too inclined towards either hopelessness or megalomania.

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      1. jonicaggiano says:

        Well said my friend. I don’t even know about, “The New Thought Movement.” Unfortunately there are so many people that have an agenda with their religion. My faith and belief is simple, I believe in the bible but also remind myself that it was written by men who lived during that time. So I don’t believe in taking verses out of the bible to prove a point. However, most important to me is to be kind to others. I have seen people walk right by a man convulsing on the cement and not even stop to help. Of course we put his head on something soft and dialed 911 until the medics got there. Also I believe that we are all the same, the different colors are like the colors of the rainbow, God can do anything so why not make us different shapes and colors. So try as best we can to love our neighbor as ourselves. Walk the walk don’t spend your time judging others. I think you and I have a few things in common Dragos. I feel blessed to be your friend, and appreciate your work – (big fan) Have an amazing week. Big hugs, Joni

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  6. haoyando says:

    “Are you falling sleep while smoking again? Don’t you know it is dangerous? You might lit up the whole place.” She heard her mother screaming and woke up from a dream…

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    1. Ah yes, that would’ve been a great ending ( ˘ ͜ʖ ˘)

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  7. drolia says:

    You never disappoint, love a story that ends in death. Frankly, every story ends in death or dies.

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    1. Thank you! (◍•ᴗ•◍)

      You’re right, every story ends in death or dies, but the important thing is to have contained love somewhere across its course 🙂

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