Sunday, December 29, 2019

pain that was

"pain that was"
I stand in front of this mirror
grabbing the sink
watching this tear
slowly slide over the valleys of my face,
pulling my hurt
through my eye
all the pain that was
is within this single tear.

Seeping in from the edges
of my perception
these feelings bleed through
the fabric of time and space
and I am only able to grasp
in thought,
their essence...
their remnants,
but cannot detect with my senses,
only ever feel them
pour through my soul
leaving their echoes
for me to reflect, out upon the world.

And yet, for now...
I stare at this tear sliding
Over the grooves of my face,
wondering from what ethereal plane
this elegant shimmering drip
has been pulled from,
as it so delicately leaves behind
it's salty remains on my lips,
wondering now...
these emotions ever existed in the first place.
-Armando Torres

Wednesday, December 11, 2019


They say it's anxiety.
But i know that this dread in my heart
Comes from some other place,

     All these faces I see
          Whisper their secrets
Tightly from the skin
     of their lips,
Looking to see
          if anyone is listening.

Their distrustful eyes
     slide from side to side
          revealing the lies
               their smiles try to keep hidden.
          Am listening.

It's like a different language.

They say one thing
          Mean something else entirely,

They think that i don't know...

They cackle their arrogant laughs
Sharing in the fact
That they think their secrets are safe,

But I cackle that last laugh
Because i know i went mad
A long while ago.

Only knowing now
My sanity
to them
Is only valid within my own dread.
-Armando Torres