a bicycle came with its bells ringing I heard it having no choice the birds chirping before sunlight even started falling I heard it having no choice the motor running since yesterday night lifting water up over my head I heard it having no choice I played some jazz none of that could carry away [...]
Category: poetry
Before pissing and a swollen throat.
fruit-seller barber newspaper vendor the 2nd and 3rd streets are glowing just like yesterday a man fell last night of his bike I watched as men gathered around and I stopped my bike next to that man's a hole had formed on one side of his hard head he could hardly get up and once [...]
Sleep, terror.
at 3 again at 4 or maybe 4:15 I was trembling and asleep and aware somehow of my trembling something curled next to me sobbing, shouting fighting something under my blanket I was too lazy to open my eyes and come,out of wherever the hell I went to the shouting continued for a moment, I [...]
One more morning.
waking up dizzy surrounded by filth and more filth to the same place I went again I cannot say if the sun rose or the night came yesterday I am haunted by something once again, I have begun to hate myself with my rage-filled brain, I can do nothing this explosion within me has my [...]
On my second book of poetry.
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.
Near a folded newspaper.
somebody talks in the other room about what, I cannot say maybe some revolution I am turning colder my legs close to each other my hands folded I look up towards the source of all this untimely chill outside, a green river flows washing off man's dirty footprints late noon, the chill fills my room [...]
Quarter to evening.
swollen veins in my body free from sweat free from a fear I sit full of pain orange light fills the room next to mine somebody has arrived another family, another kid, another television running another bunch of unnecessary talks I walk myself away from the light an hour later, I start forgetting. Copyright © [...]
