Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Only

"Only"
If only we never met...
or maybe we only met
     but never knew,
only then would we never have found
these kisses of ours.

Memories,
that would never have happened.
Never to feel your touch,
only then would we never know.

But we do know how we feel to the touch,
the way your lips feel against mine,
how time seems to slip away
when I'm with you.
Trading the day hours for the night
waiting for the next time I see you.

Talking to you makes
the whole world melt away
and only you and I are left.
Only your words,
your eyes,
only the way you look at me,
only you
feel where I should be,
only you
are what feels real and right,
here in this stream of experiences and memories,
only your touch.

We are a slice of time
folded over
To exist inside.
A whole world inside a memory.
Our worlds.
Our memories.

I only
want to kiss you
until we get to the best parts
with you.
-Armando Torres

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

echoes



"echoes"
A memory I thought I lost
but was always there
just waiting to be remembered,

I wasn't looking
but somehow
found something,

everything that felt gone
was here again,
this span of time,
that goodbye
we thought was the end,
were all pieces of a future,
that were building to a moment
that only existed
if
we didn't know the difference
between the past we once had
and the past we have now,

swirling into existence
a sliver of a second
formed a moment
that held so much more,

the echoes of our choices
left lingering,
forever molding
these moments,
becoming a past
from a future
we never thought
we would have.
-Armando Torres

Saturday, March 9, 2019

curvature



"curvature"
The echoes of my life
linger
inside the grooves of time
curving life into straight lines again,

As the world swirls around me
like a river
bending the earth into curves,
these memories of mine
dance fluidly in magnificent designs
forming moments and
leaving the echoes in sand,
ghostly visages
of a past.
Forever molding and forming the clay of time
in powerful kneads throughout the centuries.
-Armando Torres

Wednesday, February 27, 2019

Not for me v2.



"Not for me"
Love it seems
     is not for the weak,
     not for the ones looking
          or seeking
               or hoping.
It would seem love is not for me.

When the distance
from the hurt
and
all those lingering moments
are the same,
or when
you find the salty remains
of the night
dried
upon your cheeks,
time only then
serves
as a reminder
that Love,
     is not for the weak.

Not for the ones scared to see it,
nor the ones searching for that kiss,
not for the shadows,
nor the ones hoping a memory
finds
just one more day of happiness.
Love it seems,
     is not for me.
-Armando Torres

this dream



"this dream"
I still remember you
the way you were,
all those years ago,
     so barely you,
          and yet still,
just the slightest glimpse
of what you would be.

Time seems to have slid by
without us realizing
the space
each missed moment
should have created.

A swirl of memories
neither one of us were there for,
and
yet
perhaps
somewhere we were.

A string of goodbyes
we thought were the end
but were only pieces to this dream.
   
Its all
     it ever is
          in the end.
Just us dreaming with moments missing
wondering where all the time has went.

Never really knowing
the difference,
just knowing the feeling
of remembering you
is what feels real
inside this dream.
-Armando Torres

Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Full Inside v2.


"Full Inside"
I have a demon inside of me.
It lives
without much of anything,
as it lingers
on the deepest things of me.
Salivating
     on the simplest of secrets.
I have never had it shown,
for the world
would never again
have me.
But as the years
hang heavy
it becomes
simpler
for this demon
to find the things it needs.
I would never show this
but I feel
I lost control
a long while ago
and now,
this demon perhaps
has a soul
with no control
living inside of it.
-Armando Torres

Friday, February 15, 2019

...it


"...it"
I had it once, you know,
didn't know it at the time
until it was gone,
my sweet melancholy is all that's left
     of those days,
I've only ever given myself to this
and now
the only thing I'm worthy of 
is this ache.
I never knew then
only now,
what it was.

Standing here
wishing now
I didn't know at all.

eventually knowing
in the end,
only realizing in the bittersweet pain of hindsight,
     at the wrong time. finally able to comprehend.
Wishing now I knew none of it.
At all.
-Armando Torres

Thursday, February 14, 2019

fragmented


"fragmented"
I'm barely a piece of a person,
barely what I remember.
so many aspects
of what I was,
left behind somewhere
in those river of seconds
hoping now
that
somehow
looking back into the past
I can find those pieces I lost.
-Armando Torres

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

All over again


"All over again"
There's a sadness that lives just beneath my skin
and every time this winter wind slides its harsh caress across my face, I feel it again.
Every time the day grows grey
and the silence revisits my existence
I find it again.

Every time My memory overlays the present
for the day to stretch into the past,
I remember again.

When That pain I thought I forgot but never did,
only pretended that it somehow found a way out
of my life,
revisits,
I clutch it again.

There's a sadness there I choose to forget
but
every time the night grows long
and I'm allowed to find all my regrets.
I feel it all over again.
-Armando Torres

Thursday, February 7, 2019

safety


"safety"
There's some sort of safety
from inside my depression
that swirls around me
and overlays like a blanket.

I find it so much easier
to cry these private tears
away from all those things
I feel would judge.

These somber shades of grey are all around me
reminding I cannot be happy,
only ever lost in thought.
Always searching,
but never moving.
Only hurting when I feel them all.

I realize the beauty of the world is wasted on me.
So,
     the safety I feel behind this barrier has me convinced it's better this way.
-Armando Torres