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.

E.noyola@ljisd.com

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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

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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

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Christmas by Carlos Flores JLAce

Atom by Chris Piedra JLAce

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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

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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

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.

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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Art by Daida Gamon

JLHS

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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

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