Tuesday, January 17, 2012

blank space

'blank space"
remember when we laid on the carpet for hours
boxes all about, dishes un-packed,
laid there and stared,
empty walls to look at and
new counters,
smiled at all the blank space
because this was our first place.
remember when we fell asleep on the couch
blanket snug around, t.v. still on,
laid there and slept,
too cold inside on those winter days
to lay alone on the couch,
we just kissed all the cold away,
we used to talk and laugh
took baths together, had our pictures on the walls together,
burned boredom together,
but now we barely know each other,
just have those stares
on our faces
to read all the words we didn't say to each other,
remember when the cold inside felt colder when the bed was for one,
when the couch had no one,
when we finally found the words we shouldn't have said and said them,
when the walls and counters became empty again,
when we plastered over the holes
cleaned the halls
packed the boxes
and stared at all the blank space again.
-Armando Torres

Monday, January 16, 2012

another day

"another day"
I drink with the night, my ally, my comrade
and laugh at all the things I do 
I've done and might,
drink another glass
and regret those more the more I drink,
find my hole, my place, this sink,
I regret more the things I drink,
its all past, all gone and done
and this toilet bowel 
smells sour,
I've gone and drank away another day
passed the midnight hour
and I sit where I should stay
head hung low over my toilet bowel
waiting for the day.
-Armando Torres

Friday, January 13, 2012

the closer I stand

"the closer I stand"
its not like I wanted this,
I did not intend to say bye like this
but here we are in this moment again,
i prefer yesterday
before these mistakes were ever made,
or the day prior
before I knew the lies you liar,
its ok though
because I have already lit this fire
and there's no stopping those warm yellows
from burning everything and leaving me all warm and happy,
because the bitterness melts quicker
the closer I stand,
I raise my hands
and feel the warmth
of whats left;
on my palms,
the fire feels so much better
the closer I stand.
-Armando Torres