Anna Torres
Bio
I’m a 37-year old mother. I love reading, metal music, and writing. I have begun writing again since 2021
Stories (112/0)
Burden
I take back all the tears I’ve wasted on you. I regret all the years I spent pretending to be someone else. Metamorphosing into a shadow of my former self. A mannequin has more spark than me. Naïveté blesses you when you’re young. The saints conspire while my life plays out in from of me. Drunken protests transform into sluggish indifference. Apathy doesn’t care. Ambition gave up a long time ago. Surrender to the ether: it will mold you into perfection. The epitome of a dream but whose dream? I’ve played the role, I’ve performed my duties. I’ve acquiesced over and over again. Am I the villain? For wanting something more, something less? Your supremacy is not my cup of tea. I wasn’t happy alone, I’m not happy with u. I may never be happy. I try to levitate, I try to elevate. Unoccupy yourself. Unburden yourself from someone else’s goals. Obstacles and barriers are in the shape of marriage and kids. There is no benefit in letting yourself get carried away. Who knew being reckless once would lead to depressing consequences? This is a battle I don’t know if I can win. God isn’t here to save me. I won’t meet the Devil at the crossroads. There is no holy deliverance. I have to save myself
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
Renaissance
My odyssey is mine to ensure. Mine to explore, mine to pursue. Exploits will be found, pathways will be paved. A journey of a million steps will begin with a leap. A descent into oblivion, into madness. A climb to infinity, a jump on a crusade. Voyager, this is the trip of a lifetime. If you don’t close your eyes and fall, you may never leave at all. Weary traveler, you haven’t begun your safari yet. Exploration has no end date. There’s no cut off, no entry fee. Humble pilgrim, take your restless feet and run. Advance your diving methods. Activate your flying colors. The wind take you in any direction. The tide responds to any agreement. The compass needs no guide. The time zones are rather persistent. The quest requires an answer. Will you heed this calling? Will you welcome this excursion? The sails follow no map. The boat follows no stars. No itinerary, no forced migration. The expedition needs a volunteer. Just one. The adventure awaits. The new world needs a passenger. A salvager, a redeemer. Who is gonna be the brave one? Who is gonna be the one?
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
Confession
I grieve for what never happened . I’ve been banished to far off exile. Ejected from society, rejected and evicted. Ostracized and outlawed. To the outskirts of this wasteland. The barren pressures of the outback. Parched and thirsty. Deported and discarded. Tested for omittion. Edited for excommunication. Transported to the edge of fiction. Demented and fabricated. This visionary only sees failure. Hypothetical assumptions. Storybook myths and biblical psalms. Legendary notions and abnormal endeavors. The phantom illusion. The tundra of hallucination. A figment of your imagination. My fairytale of apparitions. The ultimate deception. A fool’s paradise. A see-through specter. This life is fragile. A frail utopia. A disgrace. Vague and pensive. I’m going down the rabbit hole. To where the mad all dwell. I’m late for a very important date. To embrace the darkness. To a wonderland I’ve never known
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets