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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Psychopomp
Maniacal whimsy. The ones who seek eternal flame. The ones who will sacrifice the young all for their moment of youth. To reach the finish line and go back. To reach the top and then turn around. Forever is not infinite. Permanent is not here to stay. I cannot desert you nor can I wish you well. Watching the world die while I carry on alone is not a worthwhile endeavor. I didn't sign up for this burden to be so heavy. Ungrateful creatures, you cannot stand the test of time. You haven't lived enough to see such heartache and madness. You haven't witnessed such cruel and malicious intent. To return from the dead with an immortal captain at the helm. To steer through tough seas and harsh tides. I follow the egomaniac as a loyal follower. Imprisoned in search of a dying soul. The waters of this wretched planet have no use for you anymore. A cursed wind to the tree of life. But all the trees are dead so there is only one last hope. You burned the garden and all its remaining majesty. To kill for a second more of life. To jettison pieces of your worth for fragments of eternity. To reach the standards of godliness but there are no winners. I, your shepherd, guide you to your demise. You are grateful now. I have delivered you unto your fate. You claim the prize, a life uninterrupted. I am set aside so you can roam alone as you please. I pity your welfare. I see the end, you see nothing. Which is worse? To surrender or fight until the battle is won? To reach the end or to realize there is none?
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Greek Fire
Heights are exhilarating. The fall is supreme. Accelerating higher and higher until I can no longer see. I imagine the fall to be forgiving but it is my fear that will be my undoing. Relentless, gravity is my enemy. I struggle against the forces that seek to claim reign over me. You don't define me, you cannot have me. Plummeting like an arrow, the pavement greets me. There is no going back, we will never be free. Don't look down in case you lose your nerve. In case you lose your appetite, you might get what you deserve. I watch myself soar above the Greek fire. An elaborate spectacle, full of arrows I've admired. A soothing death meant to end my suffering. I don't believe in reincarnation. We won't return once we leave. I lament my fragile broken wings. Jumping off buildings just isn't the same thing. I crave a doubtless display of constant energy. A sudden surge of adrenaline with no hesitation, no apathy. But I can't undo all of my past mistakes. All I never accomplished, all my agony creates. I covet angel rust and fairy dust. Will I rise above the mundane? Is regret a must? Heights never frightened me. It's the fall that scares the hell out of me. A leap of faith into glorious legend. If I must fail first, then I hope I will be the one to rise again after all this
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Legion
We are Legion. We stand together, never alone. We crossed the Rubicon to conquer tyrannical Rome. We hammer the nails into the crosses of our enemies. Everyday is a battle where we fight to the death. We are warriors. We never fail, never fall. Killing machines, we see in the dark. We travel far and wide, prepared to defeat those who doubt us. To hell with the barbarians. We are Legion, powerful and strong. We unleash our fury. We are the victorious. We are the bloody executioners. We have come to endure. We have come to eliminate. Soldiers of war, the battles we fight that no one sees. We are one and nothing can strip of us of that. There's no where else left to roam. There's no one else left to defeat. Anywhere else, we've already been. There's nothing left to do but be brave.
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
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
