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Speechless is Jurarez-Lincoln ACE’s new literary & arts magazine. This is an opportunity for JL ACE to showcase its artists. Art is subjective and means something different to every person. It is in a constant state of change, so you can never really pin down what it is. Escapism is the avoidance of reality by absorption of the mind in entertainment or in an imaginative situation, activity, etc. No matter who we are we always feel the need to lose ourselves. This issue expresses the way JL ACE students escape from the different aspects of just being teens and in high school. We hope you enjoy our expression.TRANSCRIPT
This issue contains writing and art from Juarez-Lincoln ACE Fall 2009 students, faculty, & special guest students from Juarez-Lincoln High School.
2009-2010 Semester I
Issue # 1
Cover Art by Carlos Flores
SPEECHLESS’ INTRODUCTION
Speechless is Jurarez-Lincoln ACE‟s new literary & arts magazine. This is an
opportunity for JL ACE to showcase its artists. Art is subjective and means
something different to every person. It is in a constant state of change, so you
can never really pin down what it is.
Escapism is the avoidance of reality by absorption of the mind in entertain-
ment or in an imaginative situation, activity, etc. No matter who we are we
always feel the need to lose ourselves. This issue expresses the way JL ACE
students escape from the different aspects of just being teens and in high
school. We hope you enjoy our expression.
Speechless would like to send a special thanks to Mr. M. Troncoso for letting us ex-
press ourselves through this magazine, along with Ms. De Los Santos, the entire
English and Art Departments for introducing JL ACE artists to our community.
Speechless NOTE:
Speechless will be coming out every semester. No work
or any part of this issue may be reproduced (quoted, cop-
ied, photographed, videotaped, or broadcast) without the
written consent of the artist or writer.
All letters to the editor are welcome; however, please
limit the length of each letter to one double-spaced page of
which some may be published in our next issue with your
consent. Include your name and e-mail address.
For more information on Speechless contact
E. Noyola, rm # 5 at JLACE or e-mail.
Page 1 SPEECHLESS
Speechless
The Escapism Issue
Issue # 1
Spring 2010
Speechless members at large:
Cline, B.
DeLosSantos, J.
Flores, Blanca
Flores, Carlos
Noyola, Esmeralda
Patiño, Rosalba
The views reflected within this issue do
not represent the views of La Joya ISD
and Juarez-Lincoln ACE; in fact, the
views expressed by any speaker or
character in any statement, poem,
drawing, photo, painting, or short story
do not necessarily reflect the views of
anyone. It is only an artistic and ab-
stract expression of the writers.
This is art.
Drawing by Anonymous
MESSAGE FROM THE PRINCIPAL
2009-2010 has been a GREAT academic year so
far! Students are working hard to obtain the credits
they need. Many students have accomplished their
goal by earning their required courses and have
returned to the main campus at Juarez-Lincoln High
School. The staff at J-L Ace has been working hard
to help you, the student, with your schedules and
credits.
We would like to welcome our newest staff
member, Assistant Principal J.C. Flores. He is an
added asset to our school.
Welcome back students to the Spring
Semester where “Success is Yours.”
Mario Troncoso-Principal
Lilies by Carlos Flores ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 9
Wasn’t meant to be
by Alyssa Garza ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 9
Drawing by Carlos Flores ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 9
Cuffed by Carlos Flores ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 10
MySpace Status by Anonymous ~~~~~~~ Page 10
My Girl by Brehtt Red ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 10
Homies by Mike Flores ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 11
Mexico by Alberto Martinez ~~~~~~~~~~ Page 11
Last Sunday by Jose Olguin ~~~~~~~~~~ Page 11
Fear by Juan Cavazos ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 11
Pachucos by The JL ACE Boyz & Noyola Page 12
Cartoon by Javier Garza ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 12
NYC by Gabby Sanchez ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 12
Escaping the Reality
by Deydra Trevño JL HS ~~~~~~~~~~ Page 13
Woman Art by Daida Gamon JL HS ~~~~ Page 13
My Place by Graciela Vasquez JL HS ~~~ Page 14
The Fly by Juan Mendoza JL HS~~~~~~ Page 14
Adolescent behind the glass
by Anonymous ~~~~~~~~~~ Page 15
Art by Carlos Flores ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 15
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Cover Art by Carlos Flores~~~~~~~~~~ Cover
Wet by Anonymous ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 1
See by Mike F. & Johanna H.~~~~~~~~~ Page 2
What? by Ruby Red ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 3
Christmas By Carlos Flores ~~~~~~~~~ Page 3
El Park by Gabby Sanchez ~~~~~~~~~~ Page 3
Punks Who Hate by Criselda Vega ~~~~ Page 3
Atom by Chris Piedra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 3
Hands By Deydra Trevño JL HS ~~~~~~ Page 4
Dude by Criselda Vega ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 4
The latest by Gabby Sanchez ~ ~~~~~~~~ Page 4
Flowers by Carlos Flores ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 5
Fairy Moon Art by Anonymous~~~~~~~~ Page 5
Lit by Noyola~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 5
Noches Frias by Cindy Cruz ~~~~~~~~~ Page 6
Bare Tree by Carlos Flores ~~~~~~~~~~ Page 6
Life in Juvie by Gabby Sanchez ~~~~ ~~ Page 7
Hear, See, Speak No Evil
by Javier Garza ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 7
Joe by Joanna Hernandez ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 7
Tu Olvido by Lorena Vela ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 8
Class cartoon by Gabby Sanchez ~~~~~~ Page 8
Never by Alyssa Garza ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Page 8
Page 2 SPEECHLESS
Art by Mike Flores &Johanna Hernandez
Punks who hate
I‟m from da h-town
Da south east where
We hurt first then ask questions.
You lil girls who hate
ain‟t got a thing on me.
Y‟all just run your mouth
all I hear and see is barking
no biting.
So now you stop?
By Criselda C. Vega JLAce
El Park
Yo sé que somos el uno para el
otro aunque nadie lo quiera.
You know there was no love in
the start but all of a sudden you
broke into my heart like a burglar. Do you remember the park? I
feel that if I don‟t have you in my
life. Wow. I don‟t think I‟ll ever
have a life.
By Gabby Sanchez JLAce
Drawing by Ruby Red JLAce
Page 3 SPEECHLESS
Christmas by Carlos Flores JLAce
Atom by Chris Piedra JLAce
Page 4 SPEECHLESS
Dude
Dude, I got a problem. My patience
is going off like a hot revolver and the
only person I‟m shooting is myself . I
need to escape from this cruel world we
call home getting pulled in the violence
that we say we need to stop.
By Criselda C. Vega JLAce
The Latest
Its was a beautiful day at school. It
was early in the morning when I was
called out for being happy. Then, an
officer started following me telling me
go to class and he was like, “Now!”
By Gabby Sanchez
By Deydra Trevño JLHS
SPEECHLESS Page 5
Lit
Sister,
Hermana! ¿Porque me dejas sola?
Te nececito mas que nunca.
¡No se que puedo hacer sin ti!
Cuando me enciendo te siento cerca.
Enciéndete tu, prendeme a mi.
Apredne de mi, lo que he aprendido de ti.
Lucha mi vida, mi hermana, mi todo.
Regresa, que me haces falta.
Con cariño,
Tu hermanita By Noyola
JLAce
Aguitado
Me encuentro aguitado como un perro abandonado
Como quisiera borrar todo el mal pasado
Nomás quedan recuerdos de lindos pensamientos
Como quisiera explicarte todo lo que siento
It‟s sad to see you leave.
I just can‟t believe I wasn‟t there for you
like you were for me
I know I did you wrong
Wish I could take it back
If I could, then I would
Never knew what I had „til I lost it all
Still got you in my heart
by 956 Pelon
Drawing by Anonymous
JLAce
Drawing by Carlos Flores JLAce
Page 6
.
Noches Frias
Aveces quiero gritar
Pero siento que nadie me escucha
Siento que sigues aquí
Pero tú ya no estás.
Mis noches son frias,
Tan largas, tan eternas
Dejaste tanto dolor
Desde que me dijiste adiós.
La vida pasa sin pasar
El olvido llega sin leegar
Y tu segues aquí tan dentro de mí
Es imposible olvidarte porque dejaste
Tu recuerdo grabado en mi piel.
By Cindy Cruz JLAce
SPEECHLESS
Drawing by Carlos Flores
JLAce
Page 7 SPEECHLESS
Life in Juvie
When I got to Juvie the first day they stripped me
down, gave me a blue shirt, blue shorts, blue shoes,
sports bra, and guy underwear. Yeah, I know. Then,
they take you to your room, mine was B16. They give
you two blankets and one that goes over your “new”
mattress. They‟re blue too. Oh and you have to take a
shower for five minutes. The good thing is the water is
hot and believe me it‟s hot. At 12:00 pm you eat what-
ever they give you. At 1:00 pm you take showers. At
2:00 pm you go to class. At 2:30 pm we‟re back in our
rooms where we stay till 3:00pm. At that time we get
out into the little area where there are tables. There
you can talk and play cards. At 4:00pm we write, if
you want to, to whoever you feel like. We only get 30
minutes. Then, we‟re back in our room till 5:00 pm
and we have dinner. They always gave us sack
lunches and lemonade. We brush our teeth after every
meal. At 6:00 pm we go to the gym, where there is
only one basket and one ball. 7:00 pm, back to playing
cards. We call our parents one at a time for five min-
utes. At 8:00 pm we get a snack like yogurt or animal
cookies and we get incoming calls. That‟s usually
when our parents call us after saying who they are,
your birth date, or otherwise they aren‟t allowed to
speak to us. At 9:00 pm We can call back, but to only
if you made it for “bonus”. Which means; every day
you start off with a new set of points and during the
whole day if you behave bad you don‟t get any calls.
At 9:30 pm we‟re in our rooms. They only let us have
books or playing cards. At 6:30 am we‟re in our box
rooms. They only let us have a book or playing cards.
At 6:30 am we clean our restrooms and mop our floor.
7:00 am were exercising in front of our doors for 20
minutes. At 7:30 am we go eat. The next day, it‟s the
same thing all over again. They don‟t let us have pen-
cils in case anything strange happens. The same
schedule is everyday. It‟s boring and nothing you
can‟t handle is boring.
By Gabby Sanchez JLAce
JLAceArt by Joanna Hernandez
Art by Javier Garza
JLAce
Page 8 SPEECHLESS
Tu Olvido….
Así como ven esta foto la veo yo cada noche al
dormirme pensando al sufrir en silenceio que no te
tengo junto a mi. Los dias pasan y no logro tenerte.
Por más que lo intento tu te olvidas de mi. ¿Que fuė
ese mal? Lo único que fue es amar…¿Tan rápido te
olvidaste que tú me amabas? Las palabras brotaban
de tus labios de amor y al fin, pa’ nada. Como un
papel roto en lágrimas esperando tu regreso dese-
ando que se llegase ese día de verte entre mis brazos
y besarte. Pero esto es como un cuento de hadas que
al fín de todo, se le cumple su deseo y a mi es lo
nada. No dejaré de luchar hasta encontrar el amor
verdadero. Pero, como dice el dicho: Nadie sabe lo
que tiene hasta que lo pierde. Esto lo dejo escrito en
este papel. Aún lo amo con todo mi corazón aunque
no lo sepa y le demuestro lo contrario. Todo tiene
solution en los problemas de amor, menos la
muerte…
By Lorena Vela JLAce
Cartoon by Gabby Sanchez
JLAce
Never
Never say I love u,
If u really don‟t care.
Never talk about felinz,
If they aren't really there.
Never hold my hand,
If ur going to break my heart.
Never say ur going to,
If u don‟t plan to start.
Never look into my eyes,
If all u see is a lie.
Never say hello,
If u really mean good-bye.
If u mean forever,
Then say u‟ll try.
Never to say forever,
Cuz forever makes me cry.
By Alyssa Garza JLAce
Alright
You came to me one day,
I felt that everything was alright
until it hit one night
It felt dark as if there was no light
Something just didn‟t feel right
My body felt tight
I thought I was going to lose my sight
Someone called and said you were in a fight
When I arrived, I saw you were alright
Then, out of sight
a car pulled up and nothing seemed right
I heard two things and saw blasts of light
I yelled hoping you were alright
I laid by your side
And cried as you died.
By 956 Pelon
Page 9 SPEECHLESS
Wasn’t meant to be
Since there was you
There has been no one else
I can‟t explain why
I just want you to myself
I thought I‟d never see the day
You wouldn‟t be here with me
I cared for you so much
But my love you couldn‟t see
Soon you will realize
That what you did was wrong
Every time you hear the radio playing our song
So, I will say to myself
You weren‟t meant for me
For the love I thought was real
….wasn‟t meant to be
By Alyssa Garza JLAce
Lilies by Carlos Flores JLAce
Drawing by Carlos Flores JLAce
Page 10 SPEECHLESS
Drawing by Carlos Flores JLAce
Status: No words can say what I
wanted to tell you or how
much that hurt.
Mood: Devastated
My Girl
Is it make believe or does she really care
Does the bling glisten in her eyes or is it just a glare
How can she love someone like me
When she thinks everything is free
Did the earth just shake or was it in my mind
Cause I met this girl and I‟m thinking she‟s mine
By Brehtt Red JLAce
Page 11
SPEECHLESS
Mexico
Friday night.
My neighbor wants to go to the flea market
I bought a pocket knife
The man was nice
Five bucks
There was a girl dancing
I got paged
Mexico
Friends kept on bothering me
Left right away
Cruising around the plaza
Night clubs
Dropped off Bill‟s dad
And back to Palmview
What a blast
By Albert MartinezJLAce
Art by Mike Flores JLAce
Last Sunday
Morning
I woke up late
Clock wasn‟t working
Shower
I look at the clock
Too early?
Bored
I go take a walk
Waiting for the bus to pick me up
Bus
I listened to music.
Talking to my friends
School
I have nothing to say.
Thinking of 4:10 pm
Home
I went to the carnival
Ate too much
Monday
I‟m faking sick
Still ended up at school
Last Friday by Jose OlguinJLAce
Taken from weekend essay.
Art by Juan Cavazos JLAce
PACHUCOS CHOLOS Y CHUNDOS,
CHINCHINFLAS Y MALAFACHAS
ACA LOS CHOMPIRAS RIFAN
Y BAILAN TIBIRITABARA ….Café Tacuba
That‟s what they call us. People make ugly faces when I say I‟m from the valley and then apologize
when I say I go to school in La Joya.
I am not La Joya; La Joya is me.
I wash my car at the local Kar Guach,
buy my cokes at the Ramos Drav True and like to hang out in Panbui sometimes.
Don‟t judge me because my English and much less my Spanish ain‟t that good.
Don‟t judge me because I role up my jeans – sometimes it‟s just da style.
Don‟t judge me cuz I wear a rosary.
Don‟t judge me for my hair cut.
Don‟t judge me because my clothes are baggy.
Don‟t be afraid of me because of my tattoos and piercing.
TALK TO ME!
Get to know me.
I‟m not this that I wear. I wear it; don‟t think for a second it wears me.
I‟m a good kid.
You know me.
By JL ACE Boyz & Noyola
Page 12 SPEECHLESS Cartoon by Javier Garza JLAce
NYC by Gabby Sanchez JLAce
Escaping the Reality
When I am close to you, I feel like my life is put back together, including
my heart. But each time you leave, everything is broken apart. I still day-
dream though, that you’re next to me…
…I want to hold your hand tightly, never wanting to let go, knowing if I do,
you will leave and not come back until..
Wait, why am I imagining this? You’re not here, you’re far away from
my reach, My reach to give you a kiss my reach to give you a kiss…oh how
much I do want to…
My eyes close and I see you next to me again, you brighten up my face, I
smile from ear to ear, I start to reach out for you, but…I suddenly wake up,
and your gone, my eye lets out a tear.
How come I’m in and out in this trance? I want to stay in one side. I
want to stay with you. Is there any chance? If not. I’m done.
As the idea pops out, it comes hard and hits my head, “you should have
had an V8!” it shrieks, I shake my head, not because of the pain, but of the re-
alization. All these “Daydreams” come inside my head because I want to es-
cape this reality.
This…reality I want to claim as hell.
Reality…that makes my heart burn and cry.
That…I may escape, I beg, the future I can’t tell.
I’m…really inappreciable to have you in my life.
Escaping…this lonesome feeling I’m trying, though,
From…your point of view, you see that I am dying slowly.
Is…it because I’m without you most of the time?
Obviously.
Dreadful…is the feeling I get, right after you leave.
By
Deydra Trevino, JLHS
Page 13 SPEECHLESS
Art by Daida Gamon
JLHS
Page 14 SPEECHLESS
MY PLACE
My place, my comfort, my mind.
Just when my eyelids close, I collapse with a
sweet dream.
A place with gratitude, a place where I am
wanted.
A place where I exist in the world.
I feel light in grace, I feel heavy with love.
I am beauty.
I have might.
In my mind, all things never waste with time.
I just wish this place would never go away.
My heart is the key to my place.
My last resort is a glance at reality.
My place is warm and welcoming.
My future, past and my soul lays before me,
Which has set goals and made rules
And bounds to make me smile.
All I do is make this time last for a while,
Until I open my eyes and see
The chaos of life and death.
By Graciela Vasquez
JL HS
The Fly Out near a cabin late one afternoon,
An old man sat sipping tea with a spoon,
When suddenly, he heard a tiny voice call to him
Out near the lake where he goes to go swim.
The old man got up with such anxiety and interest,
For he was tired of sitting and no longer needed rest.
He walked to the voice which was still crying,
Until he got to the place where the insect was lying.
-”Oh no, poor fly, how might you need my help?”
-“To help me to fly,” the poor insect yelped.
And so the old man carried the fly out to the open,
So the little poor fly could get her asked token.
-“Fly little fly, fly like the wind”
But the poor little fly just couldn’t follow the wind.
-“Oh fly, why don’t you fly?”
-“Its not that I can’t, don’t you see how I try?”
-“It would be a lie if you told me you’re trying,
So please try to fly, and please…stop crying.”
The old man knew why the fly couldn’t fly.
He couldn’t fulfill its one last token.
The old man, now, at the edge to cry,
Noticed the poor little fly’s wing was broken.
-“Enough practice now, we’ll try again tomorrow.
Now let’s go back home,” said the man with great sorrow.
In home the old man did as best to cheer up the fly.
He himself even pretended he was a fly.
They talked together,
And laid side by side against one another.
They watched the stars through the window of his cabin,
Revealing that his name was Carl McAlvin.
And the little fly saying she had no name,
Which to that the fly answered with a great deed of shame.
The man put the fly in a little match box,
And set it next to his collection of dead frogs.
All through the night the poor insect wept,
And it couldn’t sleep, as it twisted in bed.
The next morning, the old man got up as cheery as ever.
Ready for the long day ahead.
Little did he know however,
That the fly he’d so much gotten to love was now dead.
By Juan Mendoza JL HS
SPEECHLESS "Envy and Arrogance and Avarice are the three sparks that have all hearts enkindled." -Dante's The Divine Comedy: The Inferno
SPEECHLESS
Drawing by Carlos Flores
JLAce Page 15