Started writing journal some time in last September. Almost a year has passed since then. There is so much in the journal now. So much. Most of it won't make sense to anyone who reads. So much is in there, and none of it would make any sense to anyone. Think about it. So many [...]
Failures and failures and failures.
After two failures in publishing book, I sometimes ask myself, how many more failures will come in my way. But I ask that only to myself and that too only sometimes. It's not a hard question to put before someone else, but no they probably won't understand. The failure isn't that I haven't published. Only [...]
Back again here. Back for good.
I had been away from here. Away for two whole months. Work kept me away. Also, the writing itself kept me away from here. I have been writing mostly in my journal these days. It's forty six minutes past midnight as I type these words and prepare to shoot them all at you. Reading Miller [...]
We are making love again.
The buzzing electric saw caught my senses. I was sitting by the window, as usual. The curtains were closed. Nothing much outside to look at during the day. Also, it was just too hot. So hot, the sunlight would roast your skin immediately. I pushed aside the curtain to look outside. Who is that motherfucker [...]
I am not.
I am not a poet. I know nothing of rhythm or rhyme or imagination. I am like Henry Miller. I am a talker and I talk through words. I hate my voice, those repulsive vibrations of my vocal cords. I would rather not speak. Ever. I would rather decay in my plastic chair on some [...]
From an afternoon bed.
Something from last night has my stomach crying. Must be the alcohol. Must be the bad food. Could be anything. Even the wind here can give me headache. I try to leave the bed but I keep failing. What's the joy in lying down. What's the joy in getting up. Hunger keeps a man going. [...]
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.
That evening or whatever that was.
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. [...]
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 [...]
The clock chimes no more.
Day 5 or day 39 or day 42 or whatever day. Who cares. We kill our own times. Life is too long or too short to keep track of anything. Sooner than you realize, you go back to being the same shithead that you decided innumerable times to never be again. It's going to be [...]
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