Tomic Riter

Tag: writing

  • Fortunate anyways.

    the fruits of time ripen before time
begin to rot
I am a witness of the decay
each evening I return home
devil has laid its hands on my appendix
and my bladder, ripping them out
there's blood on devil's hands
and pain in my eyes 
and painkilling pills clenched between my teeth
it's an otherwise pleasant sunny morning
my dining hall filled with putrid smell of garbage
the places I have never been to,
do they miss my presence?
fortunate anyways.

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  • Distractions.

    sitting
with all this pain
listening to a bitch sing like a bird
an evening wasted on drinks and food
and conversations with the ones gone
nothing lasts long enough
nothing lasts
nothing
waiting to board my bus
to somewhere
anywhere
away from all this
a new life awaits me
I keep it waiting.

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  • Past nine.

    waiting again
the only task harder than waiting
is to wait all over again
it's like
my life is jumping from one wait to the next
I am a patient animal
wounded but patient
nothing in my wounds is personal
I am a vagabond caught in the crossfire
minutes fly out of my wretched life
like bats high on helium
as I savour, alone, all the ache in my spine.

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  • After dark.

    alone
immersed in after-dark thoughts
time flew like bullets
putting in me a thousand holes
my blood out of me, down the staircase
down the drainpipes
seeping out through the door
right into the tree-roots,
into the buried filth
I see rot all around
sitting without a hair on me
what monster will I be
tomorrow morning?
I have a whole night to dream about it.

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  • Another such night.

    it was another of those nights
when I did not know of my whereabouts
another such night of intoxication
I can do better, only I lack reason
why do better when this isn't that bad
what am I trying to forget
what am I running from.

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  • Later in the evening.

    woke up
got up from the bed
took a dump
wore my shorts and my t-shirt
drove out to the tea stall at the corner
parked my bike, sat there on a plastic chair
sat
kept sitting while the old woman ruffled through 
the fresh stock of cookies and candies and whatever
kept sitting and watching
'What do you want?' she asked
she had to ask
What do I want?
an interesting question, but how will I know
'A cup of tea' I told her
and while she walked inside to cook tea,
I got up at once and drove back
to my home.

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  • Just another evening.

    another evening in the countryside
time to switch on the table lamp
another evening without a sunset
another evening chasing away the stray cat
another evening alone
another evening holed up in my bedroom
another evening with a dirty pair of hands
another evening in the cradle of crisis
another evening feeling the same feelings
another evening before another night
just another evening.

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  • What goes around goes around.

    I had been away
but I hadn't gone anywhere
I get paid once every month, 
what a failure
considering I have to live each day, every minute
I do not wish for problems that I cannot solve
I have solved many by being patient
the ones I couldn't solve, needless to say, they have ruined me
it's a day sad in appearance -
leaves falling, neighbourhood noises, screams of a cat,
a gathering sky above
I had been away and I was here,
boxed in red and darkness,
pushing past midnights on the nights
I shouldn't have been alive.

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  • A verse that better not rhyme.

    it's a morning
the existence of which
even the most insane of us
cannot deny
and it's alright that it's here
and not somewhere else.

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  • It’s been really long.

    No diary entry since four days. Something has me disturbed. It better be something momentary. Over the course of life, all gets sorted out. The fact does bring me some peace. I need not rush, although I might feel the need to. How far will I go if I rush all the time. I want to savour this moment. I feel it’s entirely mine. I want to feel that all that is there is right here. I want to pursue nothing anymore. I want to wake up. I want to really wake up. It’s been really long.

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