scattered all over this world, my words are waiting to find you and you and you ageing with each moment like whiskey in gallons sealed in a wood barrel, ready to blow your mind the moment it opens. © Copyright 2020 Tomic Riter. All rights reserved. Hello, dear reader. My e-book Dying in Living is [...]
The winds are pulling my cheeks, slapping my face. I am watching the white patches of clouds dissect into smaller patches and disappear. Yesterday, my first e-book of poems, Dying in Living, got released on Amazon Kindle Store. It is now available for purchase worldwide. Book Cover Click here to visit my e-book page on [...]
Poem by Tomic Riter. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved. Just a little poem I wrote on instagram this morning. If you are there, I would love to connect. Click here to visit my Instagram account.
only losers come to bars on thursdays losers we no waiting for friday night or saturday evening I occupy my favorite cabin cabin number 26 and order a frozen bottle of Budweiser Magnum What a liquid! What a mood I am in! volcanic, close to eruption outside the cabin, men sitting on chairs and shouting [...]
In deep night, godmen are singing hymns, shouting verses. God must be a deaf creature. But what to tell these men? You can tell God something, but you can't tell these men. It's so ridiculous to even think about telling them anything. You say a word to them and it's already a joke, a waste [...]
idly rotating along with everything how beautiful - moon rising nobody else watching nights like these won't be coming from deep red to orange to the final golden the sound of water dripping from a pipe cool breeze accompanying I imagine your body over mine, crawling. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
Not even an hour passed since I fell in bed. Unbelievable! I woke up too early. But it was evening outside. It won't be less a couple of hours before I started feeling the need to leave my home and go out to somewhere; to where, I couldn't know. That would have killed the fun. [...]
Crossed 7000 words in my first novel's draft. I have wasted a lot of days by not writing enough. But then , what is enough? How much will be enough? How to define the word 'enough' when it comes to writing. I have no idea and I got no will to define it. Sometimes, writing [...]
I had a dream. Well, fuck it. It's been a long time. I have been drunk so much since then. One bottle after another. One night after another. One song and then another. Nothing ends. Everything is on repeat. The food, the people, the bars, the cities, the roads, the beer cans. Everything. How would [...]