Author Archives: manoelatorres

I’m mad at you. I’m mad at you because you were supposed to be eternal.  The innocent way you talk to me, the careless way you dream out loud, when you scream thoughts that are meant to be left unsaid, and when your laugh breaks the rational silence awkwardness proposes; these are the reasons whyContinue reading “You were supposed to be eternal”

As I lit up my scented candles, thinking I was going to continue working, I became consumed by their smoke, their light, their dance. I then realized that what consumed me was not the ordinary picturesque setting; rather, I saw my mind’s patterns, my thoughts- how they mingle and operate. I start to focus onContinue reading “Little fires everywhere”

Who do you think you are? Coming back when you miss the battlefield that is my love just to spit me out again when it becomes too sour for your tongue. Who do I think I am? Consuming, depending on, every drop you can and can’t give and squeezing you until you have nothing left;Continue reading “Who do we think we are”

Breathe out, needle in, breathe in, pressure out. A cycle of the liberation of anger and anguish and fear- all condensed in energy balls I did not think existed in my body.  My face faces the floor; it tries to keep my mind grounded.  It’s been three months since my mind has wandered through ideasContinue reading “Acupuncture”

My liver is ruined. My stomach; it’s melted by the heat of the gallons of coffee my spiraling mind drowns on. I don’t know what to feel- so I choose not to feel at all. As the sun shatters my skins, I can my scales drying; lifelessness colonizes each bit of skin I have left.Continue reading “Dead fish”

My hands type nothingness into the projection of a failed masterpiece. The delete button has become my fingers button; their dates have become more and more frequent: one is louder than the other. My mind is a vacuum; the only thing it does is it scorns the words I read: their children.The rules are onceContinue reading “Blocked writer”

I’m saying too much of what I need to hear. The scars around my neck announce themselves- the problem is they’re invisible. My invisible source of guiltless pleasure- I deserve it. I left my body twice today- once when I woke up, the second time I was lying down, I never felt more in touchContinue reading “It makes me feel alive”

Enlighten me with your flames, let me be a burning match alongside your blazing candle Allow me to breathe in painful smoke, and exhale growth May the galaxies embedded in both our minds cross paths- again and again and again For cosmic dust is made of fallen fragments of our imagination

I love anagrams; I think they’re a writer’s puzzle and a readers maze; anyways, I’m not here to talk about anagrams today. Everyone has an inkk. Whether it’s subconscious or not, the universal human desire to escape normality during what can be a gamble of love or just a casual exchange between strangers is beautifullyContinue reading “Inkk”

You read my demons and wrote poetry about them. They betrayed you, but to you, their poison was poetry. Shortly after, you became acquaintances; you danced with my demons and allowed yourself to drown in the smoke of their lies. Each day you help me grow, and conversely, they shrink. Still, whenever they show, youContinue reading “Dancing with the demons”