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Angel
@everlastinglight.bsky.social
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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.bsky.social · Jan 9
A poem about hope, my favorite piece I’ve written.

#poetsofbluesky #poetry
#vss365 - sweet
The Wild Quarry Hope is a skittish thing, Like prey that slips my clutches. I unclasp my hands to see only my empty palms And it’s already miles away. As I collapse starving, Dejected in a barren tundra, It waddles up beside me. Infuriating little beast! But a sweet and loving creature- It returns with a few crumbs to sustain me, Bearing a tender heart. Though I don’t appreciate its sense of humor. Yet the fault may be all mine. For, like a fool, I search for it Buried under the depths of cold despair Or far inside the darkest caverns of terror. When I know where it lives Buzzing around a hot mug of coffee at my mom’s house, Attracted to the chimes of laughter at family dinners, Or looking to feast on the falling dust as I brush myself off And rise to try again.
everlastinglight.bsky.social
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.
August 21, 2026 at 1:17 PM
everlastinglight.bsky.social
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.
August 14, 2026 at 2:52 PM
everlastinglight.bsky.social
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.
July 31, 2026 at 3:34 PM
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everlastinglight.bsky.social
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.
July 16, 2026 at 5:20 PM
everlastinglight.bsky.social
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.
July 16, 2026 at 5:20 PM
everlastinglight.bsky.social
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.
January 9, 2026 at 3:00 PM
everlastinglight.bsky.social
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!
October 31, 2025 at 3:38 AM
everlastinglight.bsky.social
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.
October 30, 2025 at 1:11 AM
everlastinglight.bsky.social
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
October 29, 2025 at 2:04 PM
everlastinglight.bsky.social
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
October 29, 2025 at 2:16 AM
everlastinglight.bsky.social
A poem about over-reliance on anger.
#poetsofbluesky #poetry

#vss365 - #charm
#vssdaily - #cymbal
The Leech A loser offering me a ride home On his motorcycle After a long shitty day. “I’ll just take you where you’re headed.” Honestly? It felt cool and it was fun, My heart bouncing like a cymbal. Til I realized I’d held on too long. And gave up too much. And I had other things I was supposed to be doing. What can I say? Rage has a certain charm.
August 5, 2025 at 6:05 PM
everlastinglight.bsky.social
King of Drag is such a good show, so much heart, jokes on jokes on jokes. God bless those fellas.
July 28, 2025 at 11:53 PM
Reposted by Angel
poetryofwitness.bsky.social
‘We Are the Chorus: Poetry of Witness’ is a collaborative project compiling an initial gallery of 12 poems. We'll share one or two poems a week, followed by a collective pause for reflection. The hope is to encourage further conversation, inquiry, & action. Join us at:

poetryofwitness.substack.com
July 25, 2025 at 5:09 PM
everlastinglight.bsky.social
For my birthday, a poem about success and parents who do the impossible.

#poetsofbluesky #poetry
#vss365 - #sparrow
Thanks @jamilynewriter.bsky.social ❤️
Gift Giver You surprise me, Below the curious sparrows That soar to meet my ankles, Your eyes so wide with tears. With your bellows that ring In the ears of every person in town, “LOOK! Look at her!” You? So proud of me? “My kid can fly!” As if you don’t remember. It was you. You that ripped the clouds from the sky To make wings.
July 28, 2025 at 2:28 PM
everlastinglight.bsky.social
I swear to God, one day I’ll learn how to spell.
#poetsofbluesky
July 27, 2025 at 1:24 AM
everlastinglight.bsky.social
A poem about glamour.

My submission for #poemsabout #glamour thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk
#poetry #poetsofbluesky #mom
Heirlooms Amber jewels adorn me. I always admired how they shone On your dresser Back when I sat on the floor And you looked in the mirror To brush mascara on your thick lashes. “You have beautiful eyes.” People now tell me. “Thanks.” “I got them from my mom.”
July 27, 2025 at 1:22 AM
everlastinglight.bsky.social
A short thread about when my grandma was the first woman in town to wear pants and the first woman to drive.

Folks in town were not happy, but ladies like her paved the way for the freedoms we have today.
#womensday #nationalwomensday
everlastinglight.bsky.social Angel @everlastinglight.bsky.social · Dec 3
People were upset when my grandma decided to be the first woman in town to start wearing pants, but they really lost it when she decided she wanted to drive.
March 8, 2025 at 6:17 PM
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physiciandemocracy.medsky.social
#Amazon boycott starts tomorrow! For this whole week (but forever is better)
March 7, 2025 at 4:20 AM
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alwaysinabook.bsky.social
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Strike Feb 28 NO SPENDING
February 26, 2025 at 1:15 PM
everlastinglight.bsky.social
A poem about adversity and living in unprecedented times.

My submission for #poemsabout #roots thanks @alanparry83.bsky.social and @brokenspinearts.bsky.social
#poetry #poetsofbluesky
#vss365 - outlier
El Roble The outlier, thought unworthy of even digesting. Some thoughtless ambling beast Chews me up and spits me out Where dirt begins to cover my mangled figure. Buried alive. But alive. And ultimately in my rightful place, For my roots take hold and I reach for the sky. Sat high upon a seat I did not conquer alone. For the fates saw fit to grant me tempered storms, Perhaps pitying my fragile state. I grew mighty. Today the tempests swell with wrath, Hurling detritus that scars my calloused skin And lunging to rip my hair out. Yet my fingertips outreach the tallest clouds… To feel the kisses of soft winds and sunlight. And my rhizomes spread through earth for miles, Resting in quiet lands Where this rage does not exist. This is not the first torrent of abuse I have survived. Memory begins to whisper. The sun once cast its tranquil gaze upon your face And one day it will again.
February 28, 2025 at 1:14 PM
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8rid6et.bsky.social
this spring
instead of taking them off
we put our gloves on

#resist #haiku #writer #bluecrew
February 24, 2025 at 6:48 PM
everlastinglight.bsky.social
A poem about crushing perfectionism and overcoming poverty.
#poetsofbluesky #poetry
#vss365 - fringe

Thanks @jamescutley.bsky.social
Beacon Friends have asked me how I shine so bright. My impulse is to smile and take the compliment. Well, frankly it’s a lot of work maintaining a torch, One that at times may sting or consume. And truth be told, it’s a defense mechanism For myself, those I love, and even those I see myself in. See the sun doesn’t always shine in the fringes of society And I found myself having to make my own light. For I heard word that the kingdom of heaven is within me. So I tore myself open to reveal its golden rays That I and those near to me Wouldn’t have to stumble around in the dark no more. Til civilization turned to see how I shone And pulled me closer, to a land bathed in sunshine. Somehow even here where everything gleams, Folks still remark on how I radiate. A habit I suppose. Like I can’t trust this sun that once forgot about me and mine.
February 25, 2025 at 4:50 PM
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fiftywords.bsky.social
I was going to leave todays #vss365 until this came up
February 22, 2025 at 2:37 PM
everlastinglight.bsky.social
A poem about my dog.
#poetry #dogsofbluesky #pittsky
#vss365 - fart
Little Friend Folks see us walk past, dazzled By your hematite gleam. Or they stop me To remark on the two golden rings Adorning your face, as if gifted off Odin’s fingers. Others stand clear to scan Your steel rope figure Or cross the the street, afraid Your rows of teeth may find their flesh. But they don’t see how they peek out In a silly grin when you lay belly up Or how cold gilt turns saccharine When those eyes beg for a bite of my apple. I bet even the most fearful would chuckle To hear you toot when you sit too fast Mornings after breakfast. Still, A monster to some, a work of art to others. Nonetheless, just a baby.
February 22, 2025 at 2:42 PM