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Fighting Spirit

Miserable pain
Inflicted within this brain
These thorns piercing
This embodiment of a shell.

This so-called heart
Ripped to pieces
Forgotten reasons
Yet here they are.

Seems so far back
Of these Memories
Of Broken heart
With shattered wings
Too vivid
To let it pass.

Domino’s theory
Heavier as it passes
Yet here I am
Hopeful  of a new light
Leaving this
Hopeless being behind.

Dancing through new horizons
Preparing to fly
Yet stepping
Through new shattered pieces
Left to shatter this fighting spirit.

No
Not any more
Even with bloody soul
And with these pierced soles
Dancing
Elevating
Through night and sun
Even with pain
These wings
Will extend…

And fly
Fly through the sky
With the stars
Shining bright
Like diamonds encrusted
In my armor
My shadow
My long friend and companion…

Wicked 13 (His side)

She’s done it!

Rose knows my weakness…
She’s deliberately torturing me.
It’s been six months…
Six months!
And only six
Six pictures!! Sighs
Leia looks beautiful in this one
My goddess of creation
This one also…

This person is taking close pictures…
Too close…
He better not fall for her.
(It was Rose)
Is she smiling because she is happy?
Or perhaps…
Is it the guy taking the pictures?
(Once again, it’s Rose)
Ngh…
I better finish
The transfer papers
Only six months
I’ll get the company
And offer her work
The house…
Also I need to have the house
Next to it…
(Looks at the picture
While holding the documents)

Sighs
This is torture…

Wicked (His Side) 12

***** Continuation *****

“Oh! What’s this?
Look who’s coming?” Said Rose

“Cut it out Rose
Where is she?”

I wanted
To rip her apart
If it wasn’t for that
Dragon lover of hers.

It’s been two years
I’ve searched for Leia everywhere
Except
Rose’s territory…
Texas.

I need her permission
Since
She’s the current alpha.
Her
Being a Nahual
And that dragon lover of hers
A lethal combination
Against us
Vampires.

“I gave you my advice Mat
It’s late now
Let her be
Give her another year
Let her breathe.
She’s under my care
I promised her a peaceful life
At least until the spell wears off.
She still has another 3 years
So she’s safe
And unconsciously
She doesn’t even have eyes
For other guys
I honestly don’t know
If she is stubborn
Or just too loyal.
Anyways
She will graduate
In another year.
I’ll give you a chance
To enter my land
And settle for two years.
Only then
Can you break the spell.”

She’s talking as if
She doesn’t see…
I’m burning inside
Yet she keeps smirking
Knowing I have no say in this.

But still…

“Give me proof
A picture
At least once a week.”

“What?
Mat
Are you insane?”

“Rose
It’s been two years
My heart has been
In constant turmoil
Please”

She sighed
“Ok but remember
It’s your choice
If you want the same outcome.
You see
Her life is not decided by you
But by her.
You want her?
Court her
Love her
Make her fall for you so bad
That even when the spell is broken
She’ll still stays by your side…
Anyways
Come back in a year
And don’t disappoint me.”

She left
Leaving me with a sour mouth.
At least Leia is alive
And I will be able to see her
In a year’s time…

Astonished!

*There is a tornado right now

And I just had to let everyone know

How marvelous my 3 year old is…

This is what he told me a few minutes ago.

Mom
The moon is out
The lights are off
The tornado is close
Let’s turn on the lights
Oh my gosh!
I’m scared
From all those bangs
Like from guns
Then those lights
That touch the ground
And the water
Falling down
Like a pool
I see the grass
Wet and muddy
Yet green and close to yellow
Mommy
I’m scared
I need a hug
Because I feel
Trembling
And I want to cry.

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.