Anna Torres
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I’m a 39-year old mother and student. I love reading, metal music, and writing. I have begun writing again since 2021
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Emerald Eyes
In the background of every formal thought, that's where you'll find me. Where the colors all bleed together and drown out every sound, that's where I'll be. From Babylon to Taiwan, look and you will see. From Medusa's head to Caesar's bloody bed, there is only you and me. I'll devour you whole while your ghost is still alive. A paragon of deviance but your perfection is still up for debate. Epitome of disruption, paradigm of disappointment. I've given birth to essential ideals but your death dictates their destiny. I can feel the tremors of trepidation. I've come too far to recede back into those waters. The trigger you represent doesn't make you a martyr. I let you provoke me into a hysterical state. This allowance pushed me into a toxic and malevolent place. You picked the time and I rose to the occasion. I activate the weapon you handed me in this corrupted situation. The ignited impulse to self-immolate. There aren't enough apologies to sever this much hate. To the stars, to the sand, we traveled far just to end up back under this dome. The inevitable truth is that we are all alone. Your emerald eyes captivated me once. Once was simply enough
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Funeral fit for yesterday
Smug, arrogant facade. I cannot contain my resentment towards you any longer. Where is your empathy? I know this contempt will never make us stronger. I am more than just what happens to me. You have truly underestimated me. You don't get to have it better with no repercussions. Your words of care turned into words of malice. What was once ours now belongs to the past. I gave you my power and everything I had. The procession begins as though it was already set in stone. There's nothing worse than deception, not even being alone. I'm afraid that you may never end up behind me. I'll still see you in my peripheral vision. Undoing all the damage done one step at a time. You did an unforgivable slight but I disagree. You've dropped your vows but so have I. Holding onto the past achieves nothing so it's a waste of time. I cannot allow you to keep interrupting me. It won't always be like this. The loyalty I wanted never existed. I controlled you because you made all the wrong decisions. Including me, we were the wrong choices for each other. I put salt on your wounds to make you hurt just as much as me. I couldn't live with my insanity and force you to pretend with me. We cradled the crown of our marriage demise. Nothing to hold onto but our liberty and lies. Twisting the knife to make the hole big. There was never a time I wasn't sick. I pulled you down into the anxiety out of love. You made your escape because you had had enough. There was no buildup nor death march. Wasting energy on you is another poisonous dart. I wish I could tell you you were right. There is nothing left for us in this life. There will be a time for retribution and healing. The peace I want comes at a price and it's me. My plans have shifted and you're not part of it. Don't get in my way because your role no longer fits. There's no time to mourn, we've sealed our fate. Enough tears have been spilled for this upcoming date. The end approaches like a brand new dawn about to unveil. It's time to put you behind me, this marriage has gone stale
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Oceania
I listen to the sound of echoes, in between the rhythm and seagulls screeching. To drown you out in the background, to tune you out and all your misdemeanors. You sail away, I cast off your ropes. I've marooned you to the middle of nowhere. I've shipped you off. Your assumptions meet your expectations. I write this in hopes one day, you will swallow your own insults. You're skilled in the art of deception and I see right through you. Your disappointments aren't mine. Why can't you face me? When all you do is see yourself. I hear the shattering of explosions, the tranquility of blind indifference. It enraptures me, in captivity, unwillingly. You're on the other side and I'm fine where I am. You fade even further away. I go into the shadows where you never stray. I'm not listening to what I've heard before. To hypocritical contradictions, to nonsense convictions. I wave good bye once again. I keep coming back to this. And it will, one day, be the last time. Long gone are the understatements of grounded wings. I am on takeoff to the lands of immortality. The mist gives way. It's been waiting for me. I dive into the vastness of the void. I jump off the precipice into the abyss of perseverance. I've come to endure. My tears will dry and my wings will expand. You've gone into the distance. You grow weaker and dimmer. I grow taller and higher. This height elevates me. You're buried in the dirt. I hear the seagulls enveloping me. The waves carry you out to sea and I'm in between all that you can't see. I listen to the wind surrounding me. To the repeat of echoes and to the scratching of vulture claws. Farewell. You are now officially dead to me
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Psychopomp
Maniacal whimsy. The ones who seek eternal flame. The ones who will sacrifice the young all for their moment of youth. To reach the finish line and go back. To reach the top and then turn around. Forever is not infinite. Permanent is not here to stay. I cannot desert you nor can I wish you well. Watching the world die while I carry on alone is not a worthwhile endeavor. I didn't sign up for this burden to be so heavy. Ungrateful creatures, you cannot stand the test of time. You haven't lived enough to see such heartache and madness. You haven't witnessed such cruel and malicious intent. To return from the dead with an immortal captain at the helm. To steer through tough seas and harsh tides. I follow the egomaniac as a loyal follower. Imprisoned in search of a dying soul. The waters of this wretched planet have no use for you anymore. A cursed wind to the tree of life. But all the trees are dead so there is only one last hope. You burned the garden and all its remaining majesty. To kill for a second more of life. To jettison pieces of your worth for fragments of eternity. To reach the standards of godliness but there are no winners. I, your shepherd, guide you to your demise. You are grateful now. I have delivered you unto your fate. You claim the prize, a life uninterrupted. I am set aside so you can roam alone as you please. I pity your welfare. I see the end, you see nothing. Which is worse? To surrender or fight until the battle is won? To reach the end or to realize there is none?
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Greek Fire
Heights are exhilarating. The fall is supreme. Accelerating higher and higher until I can no longer see. I imagine the fall to be forgiving but it is my fear that will be my undoing. Relentless, gravity is my enemy. I struggle against the forces that seek to claim reign over me. You don't define me, you cannot have me. Plummeting like an arrow, the pavement greets me. There is no going back, we will never be free. Don't look down in case you lose your nerve. In case you lose your appetite, you might get what you deserve. I watch myself soar above the Greek fire. An elaborate spectacle, full of arrows I've admired. A soothing death meant to end my suffering. I don't believe in reincarnation. We won't return once we leave. I lament my fragile broken wings. Jumping off buildings just isn't the same thing. I crave a doubtless display of constant energy. A sudden surge of adrenaline with no hesitation, no apathy. But I can't undo all of my past mistakes. All I never accomplished, all my agony creates. I covet angel rust and fairy dust. Will I rise above the mundane? Is regret a must? Heights never frightened me. It's the fall that scares the hell out of me. A leap of faith into glorious legend. If I must fail first, then I hope I will be the one to rise again after all this
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Legion
We are Legion. We stand together, never alone. We crossed the Rubicon to conquer tyrannical Rome. We hammer the nails into the crosses of our enemies. Everyday is a battle where we fight to the death. We are warriors. We never fail, never fall. Killing machines, we see in the dark. We travel far and wide, prepared to defeat those who doubt us. To hell with the barbarians. We are Legion, powerful and strong. We unleash our fury. We are the victorious. We are the bloody executioners. We have come to endure. We have come to eliminate. Soldiers of war, the battles we fight that no one sees. We are one and nothing can strip of us of that. There's no where else left to roam. There's no one else left to defeat. Anywhere else, we've already been. There's nothing left to do but be brave.
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Pluto
We are in a dream within a dream. The illumination led us astray. Our revolution, our civil war. Our tyrants, our fallen. Their names are lost in the wind. Save our ships! Save our insignificant souls! It's just us now. You and I are the only ones left. We followed the signals while our fleet dwindled. We followed the enigma. You prophesied doom. Your secrets stayed with you. I thought we had more time. My hopes will die with me. In another life, we are together in the end. We were the paradigm of survival. You've disappeared into the oblivion. I tried to reach you but the darkness is so vast. The bowels of hell cannot compare to this nothingness. All I see are stars. Twinkling souls sinking into heaven. You're too far out of my reach. Like a balloon ascending. The zenith is right here. This is the end of home. I can't see you anymore. All I see are stars
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Neptune
Spineless and backbreaking. You're vapor and boundless. You evade detection but I see you everywhere. You're the word on the tip of my tongue. You already forgot your own desolation. I am sorry for your sorrow. You'll never get what you deserve. A victim of sabotage, a heartbreak in disguise. Your compassion leads you astray. You are indefinite. The final layer on the ocean floor. The drop of rain in the arid desert. There's a massive reservoir I cannot penetrate. You dissolve too quickly for me to touch. You swallow me in pieces. I submerge myself whole. They say it's like coming home. The endless sleep I always wanted. The past is forgotten. I was never here
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Saturn
I always hated your silence. An excavator will always lose to you. You are the voiceless face of criticism, judging me for all of my faults. I can never measure up to whatever hologram you wanted me to be. Morally superior, I was the failure no one could fix. The scapegoat run amok. You are lukewarm to my furious intensity. The band aid to my melancholy wounds. Mechanical, robotic. Disconnected and psychotic. Keep your awkwardness to yourself. We're not all sentimental here. Most of us are just happy to be sad. Too depressed to compromise. Too exotic, too unstable. In the arcane realm, even you are obscure. I baptized myself to earn a place at your mercy. I medicated myself to elevate to your cacophony. I contorted everything, I distorted everything. A hollow creator, an absent ringleader. Your silence arrived right on time. I would've tried just for you. My tears are inconsolable but I hear nothing. There is only silence
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Earth
Malice in a harsh world. A marble laced with genocide. A venom paired with tranquility. Volcanoes erupt but they create as they destroy. I have immolated myself one too many times. This duality is uplifting. You will find no shelter here. Your grievances stand no chance. Too many bloody battlefields. Not enough resurrection. Life might have endured were it not for heroic annihilation. I pity the future where vengeance exists. Surrender your legacies and watch the oceans boil. Ignite yourself before the sky god does. The odds were never in our favor. The fight is already won. There is nothing left to lose. We will wait in silence as the ropes dangle. The gallows have no ambition. The guillotine has no soul. Avenge me, tidal wave. Avenge me, crimson blood. Avenge me, triumphant martyr. There is no safety net. There is no kill switch. We have abandoned ourselves. We have renounced ourselves
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Uranus
First place means nothing. You were already at the finish line. Too stubborn to follow the path, you carved out your own. Radicalized in anarchy, you loved a riot in society. The wind carried you to whatever experiment you designed. The world lay dormant but you built a new one. How can I define a wanderer? You attach to any velcro, you pull on any string. You come and go as you please. You're the non-conformist when there's nothing to rebel against. You're the resistance in a utopia. You're not as abstract as you claim to be. There's no surprise in your theories. There is no tradition to break again. You're no psychic, you're not eccentric. You're nothing special, just a mimic of a person. You wouldn't like what you really are if you ever looked. You're an idea of reflection. There's no explaining you. You are misunderstood. You are condescending. You will spiral into a vortex and come out brand new on the other side. Did you ever really exist? Does it even matter?
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
