Angel

@everlastinglight

30-something Mexican-American writing for fun. Love my dog way too much. Life is hard enough, let’s try to have each other’s backs. And tell me what you think about my writing!

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Angel@everlastinglight· 11d

A poem about bad news and tough times. A bit of an updated version of something I’d written before and my submission for #PoemsAbout #DeepCuts Thank you, @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social #poetsofbluesky #poetry

Brave Face
I look past her smile.
Peer into my mom's sparkling amber eyes And see the cyclone of her thoughts
Whipping and lashing the inside of her mind.
She's scared.
I am too.
Can't have my own storm wound her further.
So I write it down, where the words can rage
All wrapped up in metaphor so none of the corners peak out, hidden between sheets of paper, way, way, waaaaay in the back of a bookshelf.
Let's sit in the garden.
The sunshine feels so nice today.
Tell me how your flowers grow.
How are the fruit trees?
We can hold these blue skies for a moment.
Yes, our forecast
Of angry thundering merciless terror raining down
May well take form above our heads one day.
But today is not the day.

Angel@everlastinglight· 18d

In Spanish: Este lo dedico a los abuelitos que cantan canciones viejitas de mariachi en TikTok Live #poesia

El Músico

En un pueblo que yo nunca conocí
Toca una guitarra y
Canta, suavecito
Convirtiendo mi sangre en miel calientita.

Llena mi corazón
De una dulzura lenta y profunda.
Apuesto a que podría darle una mordida
Y sé que su sabor sería

Como un mango bien maduro
Después de haber estado bajo el sol.

Angel@everlastinglight· 18d

I’ve been getting a lot of livestreams of abuelitos singing old mariachi songs on tiktok. This one’s for them. And my submission for #PoemsAbout #MainStage Thank you @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poetry #poetsofbluesky

El Músico

In a town I never knew
You play a guitar and sing
A quiet incantation
Turning my blood into warmed honey.

And my heart is filled
With a slow, profound sweetness.
I am sure I could take a bite of it.
I know it would taste

Just like a ripe peach
Blushing from the summer sun.

Angel@everlastinglight· Jul 31

A poem about heatstrokes and sun allergies. Thanks for the prompt, @andyperrincycling.bsky.social #vss365 - #arrive @vss365hq.bsky.social #poetry #poetsofbluesky

Vitamin D Deficiency

I don’t know what I did to make you so angry.
Last time we met.

When your searing bites tore
Chunks of my flesh
And ripped every thought
Right out of my skull.

Arriving in a broken, bleeding haze
To my sick bed,
I PROMISED
You would never see me again.

But here I am.
And immediately your soft warm kisses
Land upon my shoulders.
They trace their way to my fingertips.

I missed you.

Angel@everlastinglight· Jul 16

A poem about immigrant families watching the news. @thebrokenspine.co.uk #PoemsAbout #ExitWounds #poetry #poetsofbluesky

Mom calls me on the phone.
“They’re saying it might rain.”
Low chances it hits us.
We don rain coats all the same.

In case of clouds
Weeping thick red drops.

Angel@everlastinglight· Jan 9

A poem by the late Renée Good. Titled “On Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs” published by poets.org May she rest in peace. #poetry #blueskypoetry #reneegood

On Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs
by Renée Nicole Macklin

i want back my rocking chairs,

solipsist sunsets,

& coastal jungle sounds that are tercets from cicadas and pentameter from the hairy legs of cockroaches.

i’ve donated bibles to thrift stores

(mashed them in plastic trash bags with an acidic himalayan salt lamp—

the post-baptism bibles, the ones plucked from street corners from the meaty hands of zealots, the dumbed-down, easy-to-read, parasitic kind):

remember more the slick rubber smell of high gloss biology textbook pictures; they burned the hairs inside my nostrils,

& salt & ink that rubbed off on my palms.

under clippings of the moon at two forty five AM I study&repeat

ribosome

endoplasmic—

lactic acid

stamen

at the IHOP on the corner of powers and stetson hills—

i repeated & scribbled until it picked its way & stagnated somewhere i can’t point to anymore, maybe my gut—

maybe there in-between my pancreas & large intestine is the piddly brook of my soul.

it’s the ruler by which i reduce all things now; hard-edged & splintering from knowledge that used to sit, a cloth against fevered forehead.

can i let them both be? this fickle faith and this college science that heckles from the back of the classroom

now i can’t believe—

that the bible and qur’an and bhagavad gita are sliding long hairs behind my ear like mom used to & exhaling from their mouths “make room for wonder”—

all my understanding dribbles down the chin onto the chest & is summarized as:

life is merely

to ovum and sperm

and where those two meet

and how often and how well

and what dies there.

Angel@everlastinglight· Oct 31

A poem about family and the people who give me strength. And a second submission for #poemsabout #blood Thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poetry #poetsofbluesky #diadelosmuertos #mexican

The Old Guard

Ancient medicine says disease
Comes from ghosts in your blood.
Well I don’t feel sick…
But I can feel them in there.

I’ve no need of ofrendas
Or flores de cempasúchil.

They are right here.
The floor is cold, put on socks mija.
She looks hungry. Offer her food.
This needs more salt…

And when life aims to cast a fatal blow,
They race through my veins,
Turn tender flesh to bronze,
Turn tattered fists to gauntlets.

They whisper.
We’ve survived worse.
They scream.
¡Partele su pinche madre!

Angel@everlastinglight· Oct 30

A poem about power. And a submission for #poemsabout #blood Thanks @alanparry83.bsky.social and @brokenspinearts.bsky.social #poetsofbluesky #poetry #tyranny

Consolation

I look up to you in your golden tower
Bought in blood and bones
Feeling no comfort nor faith
That one day you will atone.

But I have one single thought,
Always warms my broken heart.
Time is just.
And one day we’ll both be dust.

Angel@everlastinglight· Oct 29

With SNAP benefits expiring, help keep families fed this holiday season by calling and emailing your governor. Ask them to feed folks by: - declaring a state of emergency - using the national guard - calling a special session Let’s do a good deed today ❤️ #snapbenefits #governmentshutdown #snap

Angel@everlastinglight· Oct 29

I’ll be back writing more poems as soon as I come up with another good one. In the meantime I’ve been making TikToks and playing #pokemongo , feel free to look me up over there @brutally.kind