Tears (Drip, Drip, Drip)


Drip, drip, drip.
What’s that falling on the floor?
Drip, drip, drip.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” she swore.

Drip, drip, drip.
What’s that falling on the floor?
Drip, drip, drip.
Her heart was broken, nothing more.

Isabelle Natasha Torres




She smiles,
They all smile back.
She is genuine,
They are genuine.
She knows them all,
They all know her.
She is unhappy.
They don’t know.
She still smiles,
Though she knows the truth.
She is left alone.
She never belonged.

Isabelle Natasha Torres

Couldn’t You?

She took a breath and heaved a sigh,

Knowing that she couldn’t lie.

“I do not have the means to do

What it is you want me to.”

He couldn’t bear it and looked away,

Ever searching for the words to say.

“Is it really too much, what I ask of you?

Couldn’t you… Couldn’t you just love me too?”



What fear there is in the thought of sleep,

Of closing one’s eyes and the darkness that creeps,

Of never waking up, of remaining still,

Of staying in that eternal chill.

Isabelle Natasha Torres

Her Own Milky Way (A Self-Portrait)

Her Own Milky Way

She saw the world differently. She didn’t really agree with what everybody else thought.

She loved words, music, art – not the kind that people like nowadays.

They saw her and thought how strange she was, the way she jumped from each galaxy to the next.

That’s why she preferred silence. Silence, to her, was louder.

Her worlds (yes, she had more than one) were a melange of everything she thought beautiful.

She was proud of them, but they made her sad from time to time.

You see, though she had in her hands (and heart) her own spiral galaxy of worlds,

Not everyone could see and visit them, and some would never believe that such worlds could exist.

She saw the world differently, but, sadly, only a few people could understand.

Her Own Milky Way