A Closer Look

*prompt from Howls from el monte

By RRSuperNova

Falling
As I contemplate
That blazing sun
In this mysterious land
The beginning of our clan
Tears running up my head
Some disappearing into my hair
And others evaporating into thin air.

As I approach
That brilliant sand
I start thinking
Of my years past.
I see my ending
Coming fast
Yet I’m glad I could see
This pyramid at last.

The blast
Took out my breath
Broken
I felt at last
Exhausted is my soul
Yet my body
Doesn’t think so.
As if a puppet
I stand and walk
Those difficult steps
And climb to the top
Once again
Feeling the dryness
Of the land
Of history
Miniature years
Piled up sand.
Step and another
As if mere initiation
Questioning this incantation.

Reality
Written hieroglyphs
Passed down into doctrines
Embellished translations
Politics involved
Egocentric involvement
Dogma dismembered.

I’m at the top
Frightening sight
Sun blazingly bright
Horizontal infinity
Beyond sanity
I say
Yet
What a beautiful sight.

That one second
Framed into my soul
To follow
The fall
The tears of joy
As well as shock
Falling again
Into that beautiful sand
I embrace it all.
Even the blasting finale…

Keep Writing

There is a block
In my head
More like a clog
Somewhere in there
I’ve got stories to share
I can feel them
I even live them
I get provoked
By so many emotions
Exasperated
By contradicting
Rights and wrongs
I become vexed
Outraged and enraged
By psychological labyrinths
There is no in between
I shriek and
Shed some extreme
Salty tears
Sometimes from joy
Others from bitterness
That stings the essence
Of existence.

Yet…
They become
Blurred images
Due to my
Word shortage
And will deficiency.

Is it writer’s block?
Who knows
Is it procrastinating?
Bet so…
Even so
Let’s pick up the pen
And keep writing
Who knows
Maybe
A good one will come
Out of lacking words…

Amanecer

Por RRSuperNova

Que porque me gustan los amaneceres? 

No importa que tan imperfecto sea uno
O que tan caído estés emocionalmente
Dios, la naturaleza, la vida misma te dice
Sigues vivo
Hoy es un nuevo ciclo
Hoy no es ayer
Hoy es un día para empezar.

Y aunque hay amaneceres lluviosos
Recuerda
Hoy solo es una oportunidad
Para remendar
Para empezar
Para cambiar
Para amar
Para ser amado
Para visualizar a futuro
O simplemente
Para disfrutar el presente.

Así como un libro escrito
No puedes reescribir
Sobre una página escrita
Mas siempre podrás
Cambiar a una pagina limpia
Escribir tu presente
Y parte de tu futuro.

Y sobre todo
Al final del día
Si hoy no tuviste oportunidad
Recuerda
Que mañana
SERÁ UN NUEVO AMANECER…

Wicked 11 (His Side)

Today is the day…

I have felt good
Since she came
Into this world.

But today
I’m thrilled
I’m almost done
Grooming myself
To meet her.

Five hundred years
Have passed by.
Today
She will
Finally be mine
Once again.

It was hard
Not to show
My emotions.

My restrain was
My vow with Ernest
Not to come close
To her
Until her 18th birthday
so I had to keep away.
Even when she came
to me
I had to be silent
and cold.
Not a good start
at all.
But today
Will be the end
Of that
I’ll finally show
my true self.

Leia
My lovely honey eyes
Frail like jasmines
In full bloom
With such a sweet
Smell
Under the moonlight.

Finally
Behind this door
Is my betrothed
What face will she make?

I opened the door
And there was
Only a note
“The kingdom is yours
Don’t look for me
Since I won’t exist anymore.”

My heart sank

I was shocked!

But I felt her presence
Her unique blood
That keeps us vampires
From desiring only blood.

Then, I saw it.
A blood stone
Who?
Who took her?

Who dared?!

To go against me?!
I grabbed the stone

Enraged
I left the mansion.
In search for my beloved.

What catches your eye

By RRSuperNova

* It was a hard time when I made this poem. I guess we always look for miracles when life seems threatened; so we search for our closest means of faith that embodies our family dogma. Yet we forget that we are the ones doing this to nature, so there is no need of miracles, just a need of consciousness and action…

The sky is baby blue
There are twinkling lights in the night
As if they were counting
Seconds in our lives.

Flowers smell of love
Rose’s petals so soft
As delicate as is
Gives us hope
What a sight!

Kids play in the wild
As if it were part of their homes
Drip drops falling from above
The rainy season arrives
Giving us water
To wash our souls.

There’s pollution in the air
Calamities are astray
As if they were counting
Seconds in our lives.

Manufacturers smell of green
They also drain their bane
Water-like looks so soft
As delicate as is
Dear Lord! Cancer!
What a sight!

We have stayed in our homes for a while
Confined by this covid-19
Drip drops are falling through our skin
“End of times” dogma arrives
Scaring us, warning us
To wash our souls.

Metamorphosis

By RRSuperNova

** This was first published in the 7th volume of The Chachalaca Review

I am the mermaid
That sings her notes
Calling who ever approaches
Enchanting their minds
With imagination
Beyond their sight.

I am that astronaut
That reaches the stars
That breaks them apart
Forming the powder
Of magic itself.

I’m the wizard
That wonders in fantasyland
That comes out of books
And enchants this land.

I am that shape shifter
That hurts all around
That’s beyond comprehension
That’s learning her transformation
And runs towards a new destination.

Yes, I am that princess in distress
That waits for her prince
The savior of her dreams.

I’m also that introvert
That breaks from her binds
That has a strong sense of justice
Elixir for her great powers
To help the people around.

Yes, I am that writer
That once wanted to become
An infinity of possibilities
Yet her calling is this.

From immature beliefs
That now have become
Written words as it seems.
Like that butterfly
That has just come out of her cocoon
Barely opening her wings
Engaging into this wonderful world.

I morph into my protagonist
Although I suffer her losses
I also enjoy her road of achievements.
However, I’m also a villain
That’s a Machiavellian
And enjoys her sadistic approach
Killing all that comes in her way.

Yes, I finally put it into words
A storyteller in the making
I’m a writer
That morphs
Into this world of possibilities.

Wicked 10

By RRSuperNova

***** Continuation *****

It does makes me wonder
What was he thinking
The entire time?
Also
What was true
And what was not?

I still remember
The day I was gonna
Visit the children’s home
Even though I was a teenager
At the time
They took care of me
Since I had no memory
No relatives
Nothing.

I had a sponsor back then
Who would of thought
That Rose was being kind
I guess she was worried
Even though
She has no link
To us vampires.
Well I guess
She does now.
I will be
Forever grateful.

I had a 3 day weekend
During that time.
As I was packing
He came and hugged me
Whispering in my ear
“You are mine
Don’t ever leave.”

I was shocked!
So I turned
Looked at him
With astonished eyes
“Why would I leave?”
Now I understand why
He turned his head
mumbling
“Yeah, why would you?”

He hugged me stronger
As a scared kid
Hugging his teddy bear
On a cold scary night.

Why dis he do that?
I kept staring at the floor…

I felt a sudden gasp of wind
Coming from the window
So I stood up
And as I was approaching
The window
I heard that husky voice
Whispering “Leia”
behind me.

I stopped in bewilderment
And I panicked…

“Oh no!
He is alive!”

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