Monday, December 31, 2018
those Glowing eyes
"those Glowing eyes"
I sit and write
my very last words;
for these words
have come on their own accord
to describe the hidden horror
that surrounds me this very moment.
My eyes
this night
bleed
these invisible tears
that painfully burn away any hope of sleep.
I cannot escape anymore
for the darkness surrounds me
all around.
And the voices
-Oh my god those voices,
whisper deep.
all My secrets
I wish I no longer knew,
The voices tell me My darkest thoughts,
charring my mind
and burning deep
to where all exists
as only a distant memory.
Existing now inside a cesspool of lonesome questions
I finally see those glowing eyes.
They burn with searing red
inside my head,
for those eyes exist only
to haunt me this night.
The darkness of black
drips down the walls
and the silent moans of the wind creeps in;
For the darkness has me deceived that I cannot leave.
I hope for something more but only see the dripping night,
I wait for something more but only see the glowing eyes,
I see only the haunting lies of my life.
And Nothing more.
-Armando Torres
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Friday, December 28, 2018
A single solitary tear
"A single solitary tear"
I live with this pain
inside,
everyday of my life
and every time
I stare at the ceiling
lying awake at night
I drift away
from everything
that is and was
and finally realize
the early morning frost forming on my window,
staining these eyes with what seems
like,
forever.
Just falling
into that single solitary moment
where time seems to count for nothing.
All I feel
is the emptiness
of hollowed out memories
of a life not worth living
And Yet, there, where I look,
the early morning frost
begins to form.
Droplets of icy water
streaks down the glass
leaving their trail
For my eyes to follow,
not caring if the world will notice,
just existing for these eyes to hollow.
Every time
the night grows long,
this pain inside
streaks down my face
leaving a trail not worth noticing
and yet still,
the early morning frost forms.
Thin crystals of ice reach into existence from the edge of the window
waiting for me to find that solitary moment,
only existing for that one brief instant
to stain my mind
and make me see
here in this mirror
my single solitary tear.
Drifting away from everything
and realizing finally
my pain poured
into this single tear,
holds
the truth
of how vain it really is.
-Armando Torres
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the divide
"the divide"
It's simpler in the dark
to see
all those delicate little things
that we found so hard,
all those foolish things
we would want gone
but instead
are there,
lingering,
just beyond the edges of perception,
so as the endless black caresses
I find these eyes lost inside again.
Where the past comes alive
manifesting from the walls
and becoming reality
my mind so helplessly sees.
Somewhere inside all that ever is, was, and will come to pass,
these eyes open again
and I exist once more
within the darkness,
finally realizing
its simpler for me to see
in the dark,
all those things I missed.
-Armando Torres
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Friday, December 21, 2018
sense of time v2.
"sense of time"
i stay frozen
in a single position.
fading perception
and
losing
all sense of time.
barely even moving
nor wanting,
just waiting
as the world just blurs from view.
i sit here like stone. unmoving. just staring.
seeing only memories
that fall away so easily
at any thought.
blowing away with the breeze of remembrance.
-Armando Torres
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Sunday, December 16, 2018
old pain
"old pain"
I sit in silence this night once more,
pondering the pain,
Lingering
inside the vacant space of thought,
hoping perhaps an answer exists.
I can see now
how someone can live in sorrow,
drinking down moments of regret,
as to not think
perhaps those mistakes
that were made
would have been
all the difference.
I trade the calm for the chaos of silence,
where the silvery veil of thought
pulls back,
falling gently,
before letting me
melt away
into oblivion
once again.
-Armando Torres
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Monday, December 10, 2018
I forgot to feel v2
"I forgot to feel"
it lost itself somewhere behind these eyes of mine,
some kind of sorrow I forgot to feel,
its there somehow
and yet
perhaps
it is not,
maybe its what I tell myself
in those lonely moments
where nothing exists except me and my thoughts.
The darkness lingers longer than it should
with the swell of tears brimming at the edges
but I just hide it deep
so far beneath these eyes of mine,
that somehow
it lost itself somewhere,
some kind of sorrow I forgot to feel,
even though I know
I did not.
-Armando Torres
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yore
"yore"
When I finally
realize
time is not kind
to those wishing
for more,
I hope I die,
A Death
of a young man
whom had his whole life
ahead of him
Stuck in a lucid illusion
of what it was to live a life
long and weary.
A life long enough to linger around
and remind of all his years,
to finally feel the folds of skin
on his face
forming those rich deep wrinkles
from years
he forgot to live.
-Armando Torres
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Thursday, December 6, 2018
One leaf left (second draft)
slides it's soft caress
across my face
as it gives way
for the hard cold of winter's chill.
On the gentle sways of silence
on the icy air
as the trees become barren of all their leaves
except for one.
as they hold
on the delicate fluttering
Of this single leaf,
at the edge of it's absolution, just
clinging beyond the inevitable.
in defiance of winter's breeze,
And as winter waits
behind a shimmering veil
of dancing white,
my eyes cling to this single leaf.
the swell of time
that has begun to drip
to the very end of my lashes
to see this one leaf left,
A sharp cool wind
swims in past the empty branches
toward this last leaf.
And
Flipping,
Its stem is ripped away
From it's home.
My eyes shoot upward
with this leaf,
watching it dance
across the sky
And as I do
These tears of mine finally
Begin to fall.
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Wednesday, December 5, 2018
"a hint of winter" v2.
"a hint of winter"
a cold grey lingers at the edges
of everywhere I look,
a hint of winter hangs on the air
bringing with it
a crisp freshness
that courses through my lungs,
I see winter creeping in
and there's now a hint of memory
on the cool air,
reminiscent flashes of a past I once knew
but I never know anymore,
only remember now just enough
to feel the desolate pull
of what once was,
at the mercy of this winter wind
just hoping for another glimpse.
-Armando Torres
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