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…

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!”

This little doll

By RR SuperNova

A broken doll
I have at my home
It’s quite old
Yet precious
Unique and bold.

She looks fine
When given a glance.
Her eyes have become unique
Compared to today’s
Doll features at the mall.

One can tell
Her faint smile has passed
Through decades of soaked experiences
As well as bright sunny days.

She seems rough to the touch
Yet she’s soft and fragile
Like any other doll.

There is only one thing
That stings this poor doll
A broken record inside her soul.
She’s not able to express herself.
Only broken words come out as her sound.

I’ve thought of replacing her device
But then again
That would change
Her all.

You see
She’s got the loveliest
Of songs
Unique to her all.

So I’ve decided
To pull out that old rusty disc
Polish it
Fix some of the bumps
And also replace
Some of the broken strings.

It’s a big hassle
But it’s well worth it.
To give some love
To that
Which has been forgotten.

After finishing
Putting everything in place
I wound it up
It was just that perfect place.

I could almost hear the words
“Your faith was strong
But you needed proof”…
I felt the string
Resonating with my heart
It’s true
I have felt like that
I guess it’s my curiosity
Always getting the best of me.
I watched my classic doll
All fixed up
As I was hearing the song
And then
That part
That brings redemption
Into my soul
“There is a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn’t matter
Which you heard
The holy or the broken
Hallelujah”…

Just a beautiful song
Coming from my quite
Unique
And lovely doll.

I guess
It’s like advice given
From my grandparents
Who I’ve never known.

Wicked 9

By RRSuperNova

***** Continuation *****

A thought came to me
As I was being
Interrogated by the cops.
**Erase their memories**
But what’s the point
The fire needs to be stopped.
I need a bias to leave
And this is for the best.

After 5 years of absence
I need to proclaim
What is rightfully mine.
My lack of knowledge
In administration
Might be a set back
But I’m willing to fight.
since that’s my home
and they are my people…

“then, I’ll leave it to you
officers.” I walked away
Not far just next door
Which they found odd.
“Ah, forgot to say,
I’ll be staying at my neighbor’s house
Who is also my boyfriend.”
Their face suddenly changed
Yeap they understood
Case closed.

As I entered his home
I felt the emptiness of the place
Or is it the emptiness of my heart?
Great!
I have really fallen
Into his grasp!

Makes me wonder
If he even felt
At least a bit
Attracted
Or if any of those
Words
Those memories
Anything!
At least had a significance
To him.

Why?
Why did he make that face
When I pushed him away?
Why didn’t he dodge
My fire coming his way?

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