Category: poem

  • Goodnight my love: A Poem

    Goodnight my love: A Poem

    goodnight, my love!
    I'm done like you are
    I'm done here and for now
    tonight, I'm going to get the longest sleep
    of my life
    goodnight, my heart!
    I'm finishing my glass of rum
    as fast as I can
    and I'm going to forget it all
    I think I won't have another one
    I think that this is it
    and I cannot go further down
    I cannot be more out of this world
    than I am right now
    goodnight, mon amour!
    I wish you well.

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  • Another day: A Poem

    Another day: A Poem

    today,
    nobody came to fight at work
    nobody complained about anything
    no loud noises
    no arguments
    nobody talked to anybody
    nobody ate or drank
    nobody sang songs
    nobody danced in the dark
    nobody hated anybody
    nobody loved
    I came home with nothing
    another day
    nothing happened
    nothing at all.


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  • In the sky tonight: A poem

    In the sky tonight: A poem

    in the sky tonight
    moon is round and bright
    too round
    too bright
    the witches on earth
    looking up at it
    with hair open and clothes off
    and eyes wide
    and asses swaying
    as if summoning the electric current
    unbelievable!

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  • I feel better: A Poem

    I feel better: A Poem

    how beautifully fingers press 
    the piano keys
    black white black white white white
    white white black black white black
    black black black black white
    white white white black white
    or in some other pattern
    no clue but
    a pattern and then another
    another and
    nothing is random
    nothing is chaos
    here's another one by the fabulous Paterlini
    something that the ears do not believe in
    when they hear
    and when they hear, they melt eyes
    and resurrect this stone heart
    I feel better.

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  • Rum down: A poem

    Rum down: A poem

    rum first and then ice cubes
    ice cubes first and then 90 ml of dark rum
    nothing first and no cubes
    a little fizz on the top
    soda will do
    or some carbonated drink
    or some other sweet poison
    I'm here
    I'm not going anywhere
    when have I ever gone?
    make me a good drink
    tickle me with a forgotten song
    a memory
    a something on and on
    get me drunk
    make me feel alive
    and when I'm atop the highest summit
    throw me down from there
    punch me into my grave.

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  • Takes a lot: A poem

    Takes a lot: A poem

    takes a lot to wash away the night from my face
    takes a lot to wash away the memories from my eyes
    takes a lot to let a severe pain sink
    takes a lot to walk again sometimes
    take a lot to clean the dirt off my skin and my mind
    takes a lot to getting used to nightmares each night
    takes a lot to fail repeatedly and blame nobody
    takes a lot to have nothing and not complain
    takes a lot to be utterly broke and be happy
    takes a lot to sacrifice what’s most dearest
    takes a lot to be alone and not lonely
    takes a lot of years and lives to completely forget the scars
    takes a lot sometimes to keep blood red and moving inside the veins
    takes a lot
    a lot
    a lot
    and sometimes even more.

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  • From Rain to Restaurant: A Night Out in the Downpour

    that day, I had drenched in rain twice already
    the damned rain
    I was sick of it
    give me desert
    throw me in the hot sands of Thar

    I was saying all this to myself
    rather, I was screaming
    but the sky doesn't hear
    the sky is deaf and stupid
    and it won't stop crying until it's done
    tired of getting drenched, I stopped at
    a friend's shop late evening
    and sat for a while
    'Nothing seems to be working out'
    said my friend to me while we sat and talked
    'Seems so' I replied
    he ordered coffee, a cup, just one
    the coffee came soon and I drank it
    it was still raining
    soon, a car arrived and my friend hopped in
    and they drove away, all four of them
    who they were, I had no idea
    I waited for a couple of minutes
    outside the shop in total darnkess
    it was still raining
    I said screw it and got on my motorcycle
    I drove to my favorite restaurant in town,
    a small one where not many came at night
    I sat, there was no electricity
    it was still raining
    'Eggs?' I asked the owner
    'Only chicken and fish tonight' he replied
    'Fish' I said
    I put on my earphones
    classical piano
    I needed classical on such nights
    I closed my eyes for a minute and listened
    a voice called my name
    I opened eyes, saw a friend sitting
    opposite to me
    'Tired?' he asked
    'Tired of rain, yeah. I want it
    fucking gone now' I replied
    'Yeah it has kind of spoilt the mood' he said
    we talked a bit
    fish came soon
    looked superb as always, roasted
    'Fish of smaller waters is tastier' he said
    'That's very true' I said
    I ate slowly
    took me an hour maybe more
    it was still raining outside
    we talked about Indian classical music
    while I chewed on the soft bones
    of the delicious fish
    soon, a bouncer-like figure walked in, sat,
    waited for his takeaway, took it, paid
    and left
    'He's the bodyguard of a don' said my friend
    'Looks like it' I said
    I finished eating, my friend got up and left
    where he went, I had no clue
    I paid the bill
    it was still raining
    'How do I withdraw cash from my account
    if I do not have a card?' the owner asked
    as I started leaving
    'Why do you think I know the answer.
    I do not' I said
    it was still raining
    I ran outside to my motorcycle, sat and drove
    back to home.

    - Tomic
  • Emotional Poem: When the Sky Weeps

    no evidence of wings
    no trace of sunlight
    the sky is crying day and night
    waiting for a spark of fire
    eyes closed, knees bent, heart broken
    I lay concentrated waiting to be diluted
    this isn't my tune
    this isn't my day
    this life isn't my life
    when will the sky stop crying
    no amount of consolation works
    no amount of thinking about it works
    when the sky weeps, I weep
    I'm so old and deserted
    my home weeps
    no weather can shatter me more
    the quiet outside doesn't last
    I comb my hair with the fingers
    of my right hand
    and die.

    - Tomic

  • It won’t stop anywhere.

    the acidic smell of love sends me in a vertigo
    your teeth feasting on my tongue
    I have let you in before
    I am letting you in again
    my arms are open, my chest is bare,
    my skin is in flames, my wine is sour
    my head is pounding for your touch
    I could hold your face between my palms
    and kiss you until I get reduced to skeleton
    it won't stop there
    it won't stop anywhere
    I will send us both right in the operation theatre
    it won't stop there either.
    
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  • Out for too long.

    basking in 11:47 sun
    Liszt crazy on his piano
    my life is a poorly crafter art film
    besides, no audience
    Liszt has gone to vomit
    soon, clouds gather and strike the birds down
    my mind a sea of toilet water
    in my garden, a peacock getting fucked 
    by the neighbour's dog
    a cat sleeping through the day's uneventfulness
    I have been out in the sun for far too long.
    
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