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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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
Moon
There's too many sides to you. Bipolar deceiver, you're too unpredictable. Like a cancer spreading across a fertile landscape, a new phase will arrive. Mysterious lover, what personality are you today? What beautiful sins lie on our doorstep? What beautiful tragedy awakens us again? You're a pillar in the sky. You're a rocky surface. I couldn't reach the bottom even if I tried. Method metamorphosis. Epic transformation. Lunacy is out on the prowl. I hope I can find you underneath all the oil in the well. We surface dwellers wonder where to dig. Your skeletons are ancient. You are one with the dead
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Jupiter
You're volatile. Elements and asteroids are your friends. I've seen lightning shudder in fear. Friction and static surround you and so do all of your eclipses. You've got the ego the size of a planet. I've handled your fury for longer than I should. Satellites obey your whims. Gravity orbits your flaws. You have enough selfishness to outlast us both. You've struck down your competition and played both sides of the field. You're spontaneous and I've grown to loathe it. I always circle back no matter how cruel, no matter how aggressive, no matter how shackled I truly am. You want to be free but you can't get rid of me. You're no philosopher, you're a miscalculation. You're no secret admirer, just a seeker of validation. I can't hold you back, I can't hold you down. You need your freedom but I will never have mine
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Mars
They promised us something new. But the truth is we know nothing. We heard whispers of a miracle but what rescue could save us? The brave led us with their courage to an escape paved with turmoil. We made the horizon disappear, a magic trick we couldn't mimic. The purge left us in peace, the pressure we struggled against. We traded poison ground for a crisis in despair. There's too many answers but no one asked the right questions. We fell in love with the debris. We had our hopes high. We crave more destruction, it's in our DNA. We called ourselves explorers but conquered in catastrophe. The storm stalls us but we are worse than the storm. The dream is a failure. The simulation is an infection. Reality is conspiring against us. Adam and Eve couldn't make it in the garden so why should we? Distant travelers, we approach. It's not a mirage. It's a hypnotic lie. Where are the answers and how do we find them?
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Sun
Intoxicating. You're a fireball in the cosmos. A firecracker come to life. The earth revolves around you but I will not. Drama queen with all your theatricality. You're always on the stage even when there is no play. A thundering inferno, I know these antics so well. I've immortalized you with a melody of the gods. You tell me it's no good. Mere mortals are not on your level. I am captivated. I worship at the altar of a narcissist. I wouldn't dare harm your pride. I apologize for the insincerity. I hope Andromeda swallows you whole so we can be rid of you one and for all. It's a shame the universe will kill you before I ever do
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Venus
Am I worthy? While you're locked away in a tower, I bow down to your vanity. You're the oasis in my mind of a desert. A distant shore on the oceans of chaos. My skull is a hurricane and you are the rock I cling to. Such a stoic. You use your skills on my body like a canvas. A sculptor, shaping my marble like an uneven statue. My rigidity is weighed down by your grandeur. My fragility is ignored by your arrogance. Oh, King of the Heavens. Regality is your grace. I am fatigued but you have no expiration date. They say you're the god of love but you're the god of nothing. I will drink my agua tofana and you will watch me curl up and die. Your greed is my downfall. Your apathy is a weapon of mass destruction
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Mercury
Hot lead pours down my throat. Such fierce words from a word collector. There is no competition. You're the ruler of an abandoned ship. The leader of an army bored out of its mind. Razor sharp claws analyzing every inch of history. You're a fickle one with an appetite for perfection. I try to elevate myself to reach your sense of nirvana. Did anybody catch your quick rotation? A hostile revelation. You're always 100 steps ahead. We conquered empires together but vanquished all in the ruins. We abolished inferiority. We cursed ourselves for our humanity. Our weaknesses were nonexistent. Who made us judges and executioners? You're always right even when you're wrong. You're every bit of a fortress just like this song. Why are we responsible for our own suffering? We're too busy to save yourselves. We can't look ourselves in the mirror. Our momentary bliss will doom us all.
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Radium Tongue
The time had come to make a decision. It creeps up behind me and lingers. It stares at me while I’m asleep. It checks the time on its watch in anticipation. The road leads to its inevitable conclusion where I must make a choice. I have contemplated this path for years. Being unhappy was a burden I never would have chosen to carry. I was just a walking upright skeleton with no stake in a future. Predisposed to despondence. Bravery is a trick I'm still learning. My courage has yet to find me. I lay naked in purgatory but know this is not the final destination. Life has gone stagnant and now I'm in survivor mode. I feel like a cryptic humanoid wearing human skin. I'm just a vessel of my former self, masquerading as a hollow shell. The killer is one of us and I am the volunteer for this ritual. I must remove this savage dead weight like an anchor that keeps me afloat. I will dive down before I ever let you drown me. You did what you felt was right but your self-righteousness will be your undoing. A radium tongue will never serve you well. Your jaw will be unhinged amidst the decay within your lungs. Agent Orange has no control over you. Napalm couldn't do any worse than you. My warhead will erupt all over your ill-conceived affairs. Zyklon B is nothing compared to your eventual radiation downfall. Your sickness infects your mind and body as you fall victim to your own delusions. Prolonged exposure will suit you just fine. The truth will never fall from grace. You will not cheat in this life race. The shortcut will take you there but you won't find what you seek. Desperation has made you a fallen gladiator in an arena full of spectators. The tigers will have your bones, I will take your false teeth. I will take all your hypocrisies and deceptions and force them to tell the truth. Look me in the eye and admit your guilt. You are the coward you never wanted to be. You are the insincere sincerity I used to call my love. I was under false impressions. I was deluded into thinking love and hate went hand in hand. Love cannot exist where hate resides. Respect cannot live where resentment dwells. There is animosity that extends beyond the grave. There is hostility that prevails beyond death. You are the stroke of genius that allowed this path to unfold. You took the first plunge and I had no choice but to follow your example. Your tongue of radium gave birth to this revolution. I will be eternally grateful for your sacrifice
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
