Tomic Riter

Tag: poetry

  • I am talking.

    Why is my tongue flapping in want of you. The clouds have gathered after a long time. It will rain. Oh look at the roads. They are already wet. It has already rained. We could have fucked all morning before you went to work and I went back to hell. But you aren’t here and neither am I. I am talking to the stained walls, to the damaged television. I am talking to my bottle of hot water, to the night lamps that never burn. I am talking to the clouds because all the rainwater has dried in their fat grey bellies. I am talking to the fuming exhaust of these loaded trucks – enter my lungs and make me faint. I am talking and talking and doing nothing much. I am doing all this when I could have drank your cum and begun my day.

    Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.

  • All with one sour eye.

    Woke up again with a goddamn headache. My left eye is still sour and watering through the noon. Is this another infection? Am I going blind? What if I go blind? What is left to see, after all? I tile my head to right and think. I close my eyes and squeeze them under the lids. Let them run dry. Let them turn to stone. You are asleep or you are dying on your table or you are touching yourself and thinking about me or you are working and thinking about me or you are just thinking about me. I pull my hairs as I think. I squeeze my balls as I think. I think as I slowly go blind in one eye.

    Woke up again. Thought about you. Thought about my cock between your legs, about your nipple in my mouth, about your clitoris rubbing my thighs. My left eye is vomiting again. I wash it with acid water. I wash it thrice but nothing. I walk back to my chair, pop a vitamin pill. I thank god because Mother’s Day is over. Another stupid day if you ask me. Why is everybody so insane and so fake all the time every year. Ironically, they are the same people who talk about liberty and equality and all that stupid shit. We all deserve a decent death, and until that comes, a fine living. But those fuckers will ruin it for every single one of us. I close my left eyes and squeeze it under the lid. It’s a joyful irritation. Yes, I am mad but there’s no other way. Yes, I am mad and my tongue is licking you everywhere. Yes, I am mad and there’s nothing an electric shock can do to me. Yes, I am mad and I am filling you with my cum for the rest of your life and my life. Yes, I am mad and I am mad and you are going away again. I lock away my eye in a drawer and walk to the toilet.

    Evening birds are dying in the white careless air. They are quiet now. Everything is quiet now, everything except this head of mine. Everything is quiet except this stomach that wants some more. I take a walk, sit down on the grass. I do that and nothing else and my arms wait for your arms and my lips wait for your lips and my cock is asleep for some time now. The pleasant winds appear magically and enter my shorts and they crawl up my sweaty chest and jump out of my neck. How long before I get up and walk again. What am I waiting here? It’s nothing. I wonder if you are drunk. You are never drunk and I haven’t drank in a long time, except from your lips and your breasts. You are never drunk and I wait for you to open that bottle. You are never drunk and you will drink and you stomach will scream all night like mine.

    Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.

  • 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 running an electric saw at this hour? Hasn’t he got anything else to do? Why is he carrying out his bullshit here? Who is he? Let’s look out of the window and try to find out. Where is that motherfucker? Let’s look a little further. The fucker is nowhere to be seen. Why am I having an erection right now? Oh it’s you. It’s you, spreading your legs in my thoughts, kissing my tongue, kissing my cock, driving me mad. It’s you and I am growing for you. I forgot about the electric saw.

    I took a shower and then we made love again. The electric saw was gone. Now, there was a hammer falling on a nail and it kept falling as we kissed and I climbed on top of you and licked your neck and ate your lips and we ate each other and at one time, the hammering outside stopped – at what time I couldn’t tell.

    It’s evening and I am walking with a bulge in my shorts. We are making love again and my cock is leaking under your panties. Your ass in my lap, my hands inside your dress, your mouth inside mine and my tongue touching yours and we are kissing and kissing and hugging and kissing and hugging and hugging and kissing and kissing and there’s no end and I am wet and full of you.

    It’s night. You are back to reading Orwell. I am thinking about you, about all the kissing and all the hugging. I am thinking about everything. You read a little and then we are kissing again.

    Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.

  • Ramblings on my vision Part one.

    I might share a little more tonight, or I might not. Who really gives a damn? It’s time I start working towards my vision. My vision. What is it? I have never written it down. I only have a vague idea. It’s there in my mind since long, suspended like a thick haze, dead but there like a virus, standing tall like a wall. I could never break through that wall, otherwise I would have seen the other side and I would have accomplished writing down something about what hung there. It’s time I break that wall and look beyond. I think it’s time. It’s time I concentrate on that wall until it melts down. It’s time I blow that wall with dynamite. It’s time I take a step forward. I have a vision and it’s mine and it’s not going to die. I will not let it die. But why am I writing all this? Maybe I want someone to read all this one day and feel a connection to my idea. But really, what is that idea? Maybe I will arrive at its more concrete form soon. I think I will, and when I do, I will write it in bold golden letters and I will read it out loud every day and I will make it come alive. I will make it come alive. And then one day, I will die.

    Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.

  • FREE! FREE! FREE! MY POETRY BOOK ‘RED ROOM BAR’. LAST FEW HOURS BEFORE THE DEAL ENDS. GRAB YOUR COPY NOW!

    Hello dear readers and fellow bloggers!

    Really glad to inform you that my second poetry book ‘RED ROOM BAR‘ is now available FREE OF COST to download from Amazon Kindle store FROM 4th MAY, 2021 TO 8th MAY, 2021. LAST FEW HOURS BEFORE THE DEAL ENDS!

    CLICK HERE TO VISIT AMAZON AND GRAB YOUR FREE COPY

    RED ROOM BAR is a collection of 50 poems written in free verse style in and around bars and pubs during the course of six years. It is my second poetry book. It is self-published. Grab your free e-book today. Read anytime, anywhere.

    ***OFFER VALID TILL 8th MAY, 2021***

    Please do let me know in the comment once you have purchased your copy. I would really appreciate your honest review of my work. Have a good time!

    Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.

  • FREE! FREE! FREE! MY POETRY BOOK ‘RED ROOM BAR’. DEAL ENDS IN 24 HOURS. GRAB YOUR COPY NOW!

    Hello dear readers and fellow bloggers!

    Really glad to inform you that my second poetry book ‘RED ROOM BAR‘ is now available FREE OF COST to download from Amazon Kindle store FROM 4th MAY, 2021 TO 8th MAY, 2021. DEAL ENDS IN 24 HOURS!

    CLICK HERE TO VISIT AMAZON AND GRAB YOUR FREE COPY

    RED ROOM BAR is a collection of 50 poems written in free verse style in and around bars and pubs during the course of six years. It is my second poetry book. It is self-published. Grab your free e-book today. Read anytime, anywhere.

    ***OFFER VALID TILL 8th MAY, 2021***

    Please do let me know in the comment once you have purchased your copy. I would really appreciate your honest review of my work. Have a good time!

    Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.

  • Sometimes, I get this feeling.

    Sometimes, I really get this feeling that I can pull it off, that I can make it after all. Sometimes everything is going just fine. The music sounds melodious. Any music. The trees are swaying just right. The winds ain’t too harsh. The dogs are barking in love. The birds are smiling as they fly back to their cozy nests. The rivers, wherever they are flowing, are flowing below the danger level. No flooding. Nothing. The mountains are standing tall and straight and complete and no son of a bitch is razing them down. Everybody’s head around me is working just fine. Every tongue has flowers growing on it. Every curse is divine. Every God is just. Sometimes I get this kind of feeling and I wonder where it’s coming from and why it doesn’t come all the time. I am staring at the cupboard and thinking about what else to say. I am touching my beard. It has grown quite a lot in three months. No cure to that. Human hair keeps growing even after he is dead. Or maybe I am wrong. Who cares really.

    Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.

  • FREE! FREE! FREE! MY POETRY BOOK ‘RED ROOM BAR’ FREE ON AMAZON FOR TWO MORE DAYS.

    Hello dear readers and fellow bloggers!

    Really glad to inform you that my second poetry book ‘RED ROOM BAR‘ is now available FREE OF COST to download from Amazon Kindle store FROM 4th MAY, 2021 TO 8th MAY, 2021. TWO MORE DAYS REMAINING!

    CLICK HERE TO VISIT AMAZON AND GRAB YOUR FREE COPY

    RED ROOM BAR is a collection of 50 poems written in free verse style in and around bars and pubs during the course of six years. It is my second poetry book. It is self-published. Grab your free e-book today. Read anytime, anywhere.

    ***OFFER VALID TILL 8th MAY, 2021***

    Please do let me know in the comment once you have purchased your copy. I would really appreciate your honest review of my work. Have a good time!

    Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.

  • A little something this evening.

    The sandstorm is back after a week. I started writing this at around 5:40 in the evening. It was a lovely day outside, so I spent the whole day roaming everywhere inside my home. I am happy with the sales I have made so far in the ongoing Free Promotion deal of my book Red Room Bar. I am glad people are reading it. I am glad that people are even considering to read it. I am a nobody. Because of this deal, I got to interact with so many people on Instagram. Some told me that they love my work, that they love to read what I write. I am glad to see that my words and sentences are reaching out there through my books. Nothing can bring me greater joy. I was close to crying yesterday. I feel like, for the first time in my life, I am actually doing something that I love. I am filled with a new energy.

    I think I will doing more of these book deals from now on. And I will definitely be writing more than ever. I am still working on the Paperback version of my second poetry book. It should be available for purchase in two weeks.

    The sandstorm has gathered pace now. Beyond a few hundred metres, I see nothing. There’s dust in my hair and on my forehead. It’s 7:30 in the evening now. No one is here. They all have run away or they are running away. Soon I will need a cup of coffee. Soon I will be making a warm cup of coffee for myself, and with it, I will be eating little something. This evening will be gone just like that.

    Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.

    CLICK HERE TO BUY MY FREE POETRY E-BOOK RED ROOM BAR.

    **OFFER VALID TILL 8TH MAY**

  • FREE! FREE! FREE! MY POETRY BOOK ‘RED ROOM BAR’ FREE ON AMAZON FOR THREE MORE DAYS.

    Hello dear readers and fellow bloggers!

    Really glad to inform you that my second poetry book ‘RED ROOM BAR‘ is now available FREE OF COST to download from Amazon Kindle store FROM 4th MAY, 2021 TO 8th MAY, 2021. THREE MORE DAYS REMAINING!

    RED ROOM BAR is a collection of 50 poems written in free verse style in and around bars and pubs during the course of six years. It is my second poetry book. It is self-published. Grab your free e-book today. Read anytime, anywhere.

    CLICK HERE TO VISIT AMAZON AND GRAB YOUR FREE COPY

    ***OFFER VALID TILL 8th MAY, 2021***

    Please do let me know in the comment once you have purchased your copy. I would really appreciate your honest review of my work. Have a good time!

    Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.