Just a little update. Started writing new poems today for my second poetry book. Feels great. Memories, ideas, sentences after sentences. All flowing out like a flooded river. It's raining all the time. I am fighting my laziness. Someday, I might win. Have a great week ahead 🙂 Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
Author: Tomic Riter
I write, and then I write some more.
Tea, rain, I.
Less was the least. More could have been much more. In whatever path I have walked are long halls emptied out before my arrival. I can't do a thing other than take a walk and then sit for a while. Rarely somebody comes across and almost never opens his mouth. Whatever I touch is a [...]
My future here ends soon.
A plan to go outside but now the heavy downpour has ruined it. Another evening spent almost alone dreaming of beer, buying beer, not drinking beer. For money, people would kick anybody. Rode a mile on the dented roads that are filling with rainwater since two days. No song in the air, no men on [...]
It rained like hell.
Slow burn in my chest and a harmless warmth spreads. Balls of wet rice jammed inside a sleek plastic container. I look down and towards the container that can still contain and remain sealed and it doesn't move and a German madman is blowing his crooked trumpet in my eardrums and I am almost dizzy [...]
An asshole for no reason.
I dwell in the lowest strata of society. While I was about to leave, the asshole called out my name. I was on a call, a useless call with a middle aged woman and we were not talking about why things go the way they go and other trivial matters. The asshole didn't notice I [...]
In a day dream and whatever followed it.
I am asleep. Sleeping sideways. Were my eyes open I would be looking left. My heart is a boombox. BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM. In dream I went somewhere. In sleep I probably dreamed. I went to meet a man. I know him and I know all the others who performed in [...]
While the jazz plays.
The buzzer is buzzing since an hour. For how long it will buzz, I do not know. Nobody cares to turn it off. Or that they are used to its irritating sound. I am not. I put on some jazz and wait for it to stop. Miles Davis. John Coltrane. It's a blue world and [...]
