Ruben Gonzales
Bio
I write for poetry, for life, to take one's understanding so much deeper then that they know of. I tell the stories with a meaning thats beyond with a feeling that will pull you in.
Stories (12/0)
The Sound Of Silence
It was so very quiet last night. You couldn't hear any cars or neighbors. It was almost peaceful, but you could feel the pressure of something about to happen. The unknown, the vibration of air and echoes of footsteps through the alley. Subtle sounds became very loud and clear as day. As if their were no wall between me and them. We were vulnerable. You could hear the humming of a car jut starting in the distance. Their was mumbling, like that of an old abandoned haunted house where you could still, just ever so slightly, almost hear their voices. The sounds of shoes hitting the pavement grew louder as if the number of shadows had now grown. And then it happened, in the midst of night with only the moon and the stars to give them light, Eight shots began to ring out in no particular pattern. What was then quiet was now very loud. The pressure gave into the weight of the barrel, eight more shots. You could hear the loose gravel beneath the soles of their shoes as they ran through the alleyway. The tires of the distant car now squealing a loud pitch of noise as they made their getaway. And once again it was quiet. As the tension begins to start building once again.
By Ruben Gonzales4 years ago in Poets
Power of Nature
As we started to climb the mountain, my heart began to race, and for the first time in what seemed like ages, I was filled with excitement. You could feel the temperature as it gradually began to drop and the air as it slowly started becoming thin. The mist-like breeze from the waterfall miles away and thousands of feet above was trickling down. With each turn, the beauty of where we were headed started to show. The higher we climbed, the faster all of our problems began to fade away. Without a worry in the world, we were like grown men who learned how to become kids once again. Once having arrived, the scenery was like a postcard, though our hearts said another world.
By Ruben Gonzales5 years ago in Wander
Code Black: Active Shooter
It was December fourth, 2018, and my father was set to have a surgery at Memorial Hospital that morning. It started out as a beautiful day, fresh morning breeze, and the air had a scent that was relaxing. As we drove to the hospital we enjoyed the older father son conversation, how's the wife and kid, hows life and how's work. To many this may seem like a small section of whats to come in this story, however to myself, this was all I could think about. My father and my families life would soon be on the line. We arrive to the desired destination and the surgical room was already prepped. I stay with my father until they come to take him. I hug him goodbye as I head home to await the call to come back.
By Ruben Gonzales5 years ago in Criminal
Magic Surrounds Us
Take a deep breath, first you inhale, then slowly exhale. A little at a time you begin to let go of all the strain, the stress, the sufferings of life. Feel the warmth of the gamma rays on your back with eyes closed and mind open. The beautiful smell of nature's scent through the light breeze. Hear clearly the songs that the birds chirp while you slowly inhale, then exhale, taking in life's greatest aspects. Learn to feel the energy that surrounds you, the cold chill across your body as the fresh breeze flow throughout the land.
By Ruben Gonzales5 years ago in Poets