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…

Wicked

By RRSupernova

Contrary to the night
The flames were portraying
My sorrowful face.

“You’re craaazzyy!”
I heard Tom shouting
While on his knees
And grasping his head
As if clinging to his sanity
Before it slips away…

I was… also trailing off
Into my own thoughts.
Trembling at my loss
As flames kept consuming
My cozy
Yet rundown house.

Since when?
Where did it go wrong?

I still remember
The moment I arrived
In this small town.
A small luggage
And a big dream.
I could feel it
As soon as
Stepping out of my car
The pressure
Running up my spine
Probably of my new life
That’s…
What I thought…

I should of picked it up that night…

Roots

Roots are engraved in my veins
It’s not the culture
It’s the warmth that emanates from it.


It’s the soft song
That makes you dance along.

It’s the perfect amount of spice
That gives us that savory bite.

Like that piece of heaven
You found in a far away land
And with just that memory
Makes a watery mouth.

One can even taste

the smell in the air
From that place
Transporting you to another time
To  a world
That only one knows.

From time to time
There may be some bitter drinks
On the way.

Even a hangover the next day
Yet our roots are stronger
That even with any storm
Our roses will flourish.

This…
This is my family
This is my culture
These are my roots.

End of year 2020

By Rosalva Ruiz (SuperNova)

Waves of black feathers sea
Fuzzy lights on the street
Cold…
Humid and desertic
Nothing like past years
A few cars parked in restaurants
Too few for these holidays…
2020 is coming to its end
Vaccines are a trend
Starting today.

Will next year be ok?
Who knows…
Will the broken be complete again?
Can’t say…
Will the broken links be whole again?
Depends…
At very least I know for sure
This year was unexpected
It crawled under my skin
With terror
With uncertainty
My faith was shaken
Too many times
And I’m still standing
Still dreaming
Still hoping
I am still saying
Merry Christmas
And blessed New year
May God console your soul
And please stay strong.
Tomorrow will come
Tomorrow will be another day
Today will be left behind
To be displayed
In written memoirs
In history books
And above all in stories
To be told…

Diamond in the rough

This is a girl who loves to dream
She leaves behind her reality
And catches lucky stars
With her bare hands.

She awaits for her prince charming
In her dreams
However, she is the knight
That gallops in the street
In her real life.

She seems sweet in her dreams
With ribbons and pearls
Yet she has her grotesque
Character rooted in her soil.

She’s that doll
That is carefully
Sculptured by it’s artist.
And somehow
Her essence
Is brought up
By her alone.

She is just that
sparkling and precious
diamond in the rough.

Quinceañera Arquitectural

Naciste para contemplar a la gente pasar
Aunque poco se de tí, puedo decir
Que emanas riquezas difíciles de olvidar.
Te han llamado
El pase ferrocarril de San Antonio y Arcansas.

Mas con el paso de los años
despues de ver un sinfin de historias de paso,
Subiste a ser La comandancia municipal.
Imagino, que viste una infinidad de injusticias
Y decidiste tomar las cartas en tus manos
Y no solo dejarlas al azar
convirtiéndote en corte municipal.

Hoy, mi paso es solo una estrella fugaz
De muchos otros destellos que haz visto pasar.
Cada que paso, contemplo
tu vestido estilo España Colonial
Con color sutil a coral
y detalles aperlados que te hacen ver casi surreal.
Tus pendientes de fierro
que alumbran tu belleza arquitectural
Y no olvidemos tu broche de oro
Insignia de valor y tesoro histórico nacional.
Orgullo de nuestra ciudad.

Te he nombrado quinceañera
Porque te veo en plena juventud,
Por nuestras historias compartidas
Alegrías, deseos y anhelos,
Sueños que quedan inscritos en fotografía
De jovencitas esperando su presentación
Oficial ante la sociedad.
Y de padres anhelando que sus hijas,
tengan una vereda sin espinas
al los años pasar.

Bella arquitectura
Monumento sin igual
Atraes al que pase
Escondiendo tus detalles
Detrás de esas hojas
Abanico singular.

Océano

Si el océano estuviera en el cielo
Las gotas de agua se levantarían del suelo
Formando un destello en pleno movimiento
Las olas sonarían sin cesar cada día
Y tal vez, solo tal vez, me conformaría si una vistazo de ti por día robaría.
Bello marinero que solo entre sueños te veo
Navegas a lo lejos y solo tu silueta esta entre mis dedos.
Si solo el cielo fuera el océano y tu navegaras sobre mi cabeza, segura estaría que día a día como girasol
Hacia ti miraría.
Y, si el océano fuera el cielo
Y la brisa tocase mi cuerpo
Creería que es tu caricia, que tanto anhelo
Aunque solo sea como un cuento.
Si tan solo,
el océano estuviera en el cielo

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