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.
Category: poetry
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 © [...]
Just gazing above.
I will sit for another hour until the last particle of light is gone but soon a disturbance will come flying towards my body and I would be surprised if that is not able to make me move from here to some other place until then, I will watch gold drink gold, grow my neck [...]
Covering slowly.
blue has legs it covers all the white space it can flow if you look at it carefully, you will find that it can a subtle movement towards the west, grey is bursting out of white towards the north, a painting hangs, all white cloud fucking cloud shit bags like Picasso could never make such [...]
Birdsongs.
Copyright © Tomic Riter. twilight wind carries everywhere birdsongs trees are hanging from the sky penetrating these walls their roots rising from my fingertips I could have sipped all this dirty water that was clean before it fell down sometimes, traveling miles gives nothing other than vast green fields and no talks birdsongs die and [...]
On that stretch of road.
three kilometres from here is a long, wide road made of cement it is not very long but long enough it is another world driving on that stretch of road the air is so pure, if I close my eyes I become calm in a second thousands cross that road each day but nobody stops [...]
