Tomic Riter

Tag: poem

  • 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 now and then. Listening to jazz tonight. Wes Montgomery. Haven’t had a proper meal today. I am remembering that only now. What the hell was I doing all day.

    Finished writing almost 130 pages in the last four months. 270 more to go, and then I can start editing. It’s a long journey and one that’s possible. It’s going to be my first book of pure prose.

    Rest all is fine. Lost my domain, but now it’s back and up and running fine. I will be posting here much more regularly now. Looking forward to catching up with everyone’s posts here.

    Until then, keep writing and keep sharing.

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  • Disturbed.

    This night, again, I have opened the doorway to you. How we lay next to each other. Close. Your breasts ripe with warm blood, reaching for my skin anywhere, everywhere, reaching for my lips wanting my tongue. I hadn’t lost my head in a long time. Now I am fully insane and alive, my ears red and on fire, my hands my legs mad dancing with the warmest parts of you, my tongue out and dripping on you. This night, I want you all to myself.

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  • 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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  • An update.

    23496 words and still running. This piece of text might very well form the basis of my next book. Another year is near. The idea of a new year is thrilling but only until the moment when the clock strikes midnight. Once you’ve entered the year, it begins to feel all the same. Why. It won’t be wrong to say that I haven’t done enough to change the course of my life in my favour. It’s another thing that I feel no regret about it. I squeezed each moment as much I could. For as long as I am alive, I cannot fail. Or maybe I have failed in so many avenues all throughout my life that one more failure wouldn’t matter.

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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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  • Towards sunset.

    I've cracked open a beer
I've put on classical music
I have entered this evening
thoroughly unprepared
outside, noises of various kinds
they'll die down in an hour
the stray cat will run away
to a warmer shelter
I won't see her until next morning
what has really happened to me
why does everything that I write
takes a tragic turn
am I so incapable of writing
anything pleasant.

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  • For you.

    first light of morning
how uninspiring
wish I dug you up with my lips
then with my teeth
and finally licked you clean 
with my tongue

instead,
I turn to the other side,
pull blanket over my head,
disappear.

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  • Not tonight.

    had this moment few hours back
on the rooftop
with the moon hanging up, a clear sky,
coldness
as if I stepped into another world,
only it were here

stood there for a minute with my hands
on the railing
I looked ahead and around
the streetlights were functional again
and they made the roof lit up brightly,
only few squares of sweet spot left
that was completely in dark

I had this thought of lying down
on the floor with my face up

but all that god damned brightness

I waved the thought away
and walked downstairs,
locked myself in my bedroom
for the rest of the night.

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  • All I have.

    the good part is over
all I have with me is my very own song
driving through the darkness,
doesn't matter how dark,
doesn't matter the width and breadth 
and depth of the ditches and pits,
only it must be crossed, and why
because there's no alternate way
oddly satisfying, this succumbing
to the choicelessness,
to the inevitable that is this moment,
this very moment in which
I am crossing ditch after ditch
and falling and getting up
and getting back and driving further
with blood on my knees and knuckles
I bathe in all things incurable
all day and noon and night
whether I am at home or not
whether I am alone or not
strangeness of the strangest kinds 
follow me everywhere.

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