Time went by... Fly away, bye bye...

Obviously, I owe you an apology because I have been ignoring this site lately, and I just feel bad for not came back. I've been in here-since 2010!!! Anyways, I was so in love with this site in the beginning! I made two hundred post and told stories -- funny -- sad ones! Remember? --and now, I don't know, it's just I'm getting tired, or maybe it's because I'm older and it'd be a waste of time to be stuck here with nothing new to say. Some people think that blogging is easy but it is not. It requires dedication and It is definitely hard to bring yourself back. But in the end, I'm thankful, i love it but I feel faded out, pushed away, so I guess I stayed enough time here. If you've read this far, I thank you. I wish the best in life and take care of yourselves.

P.S. I think, however, I'll come back here for you again. Like I always do. I'm not alone and there is hope to get back on track again.

~Sincerely, Me.

Did you get the hint?

𝒾 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒸ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓈ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓈ℴ𝓃. 𝒮ℴ 𝒾'𝓁𝓁 𝒷ℯ 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀. 𝒾'𝓂 𝓈𝓊𝓇ℯ. 𝒴ℯ𝒶𝒽, 𝓌ℯ𝓁𝓁... 𝒾 𝓌ℴ𝓃'𝓉 𝒷ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝓇ℴ𝓃ℊ 𝒾𝒻 𝒾 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝓎ℴ𝓊'𝓇ℯ 𝒷𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝒹ℯ. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓉ℴ𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓇𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉 𝓌ℯ 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷ℯ 𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝒸𝒶𝓇ℯ𝓈? 𝓎ℴ𝓊'𝓋ℯ 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓂ℯ 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝓃ℴ ℴ𝓃ℯ ℯ𝓁𝓈ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎ℴ𝓊. 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝒶𝓎. ℊℴ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓉 𝒾𝓈, 𝒾'𝓂 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓅𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ: ♡♡♡ 𝒶 𝓂ℴ𝓃𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℯℯ 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 ♡♡♡ 𝒾 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒷ℯ𝓎ℴ𝓃𝒹 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝒹𝓈. 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃ℴ 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾 𝒹ℴ. 𝒾 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓃ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝒻ℴ𝓇ℊℯ𝓉 ♥

 

 

Just me again

 

I haven't been here in quite a while. Honestly, I haven't been on my computer much at all in the past couple weeks. So I finally am in a better place now and so happy. I wish you could be here to see it. So, I'm heading up to Bariloche next week for a few days. And then after that, I'm headed to Comodoro for the rest of the summer to spend it with my parents. I know some people have literally been on this website for like so many years, and I just can't imagine that. I've only been on for around three, give or take. But it's been the hell of a journey. There have been ups and downs, but I'm going to college come this fall. My life is finally going to start. And maybe college isn't for me, but I guess I'll find out soon. I'm not saying I'll never come on again. Although I think that would be best, I just can't keep that promise. I'll still look forward to things you post on my page. Being completely honest, I'll always wait for my friends to post something. I can never let go of some of those things. But I'm for sure not the same person I was when I started on this website, and I'm proud of it. I've had people leave me, and I've gained friends. But the only person I come on here for anymore is you. I think it's time for everyone still holding onto this site to just move on completely. Now, that's not my place to say to anyone else, but I know you deserve a lot better than you're getting right now. Do yourself a favor and forget about the bad things that have happened to you. Not forget entirely, just focus on the real world. Because this really isn't it. What I had with you, and many others, will always remain real. But we all deserve to enter the true, real world, as raw as it is. So I may not get on for months, or maybe I'll be on everyday because I just can't help it. Last year I wanted to leave everything on this site behind so badly, but I just couldn't. And that wouldn't be fair anyways. But I think I really need to let go and let people move on with their lives. Some did, and now I need you too as well. You deserve that. Now whether I get on tomorrow, four years from now, or never again, I just want you to know something. 

In other news, I really love the full moon. I love the orange "harvest" moon. I saw one last night moon eclipse in Buenos Aires city, Quilmes - Argentina.

I turned what was supposed to be a short goodnight message into a book.Lol. But you always knew me so well. You know.

Goodnight. 

 

 

Ephemeral moments and eternal echoes

 

As the late afternoon fades into evening,
the sun sets behind distant violet hills,
casting a cold yellow glow.
I sit by my window,
capturing the last rays of light to write to you.

For me,
the word "love" evokes the aroma of fresh ink
and the texture of soft paper,
like a newly penned poem.

At times,
I feel as if time pauses for just a heartbeat,
and the world halts its motion.
In that fleeting moment, I swear
one might experience an eternal existence.

I find solace in winter and fall,
where the landscape's bare bones reveal
its essence—the loneliness, the desolation.
Yet beneath it all lies an untold story waiting to unfold.
The sounds of melancholy resonate on summer nights.

 

 

And is it me or is this my special poem in a really long while?

 Enjoy!

 

Shining from Within

The stars ablaze within the depths soul.

You are like my star, 

glowing brightly in the sun's embrace, 

even your deepest beauty shines forth in the dark, 

when lit by the light within. 

 

Poetic solace

 

Take me to the lakes where tormented poets sought solace,
In their final breaths, where whispers weave through trees,
Where the winds carry the weight of ancient words,
And the waters reflect the depths of their pleas.

Take me to the shores where sorrow met the silence,
Where the moonlight danced on ripples soft and slow,
Where the night's embrace held broken dreams together,
And the stars above witnessed the hearts below.

Take me to the sky where nature cradled anguish,
In the folds of hills and valleys steeped in time,
Where the echoes of their verses linger gently,
And the air is thick with the balm of rhyme.

Take me to the sea where weary souls found refuge,
Where the quiet calm could heal the deepest scars,
Where the poets' pain dissolved into the stillness,
And their spirits soared beyond the distant stars.

Take me to walk the paths they wandered,
To feel the earth beneath my searching feet,
To find the peace they sought in their last moments,
And in their echoes, find my own heart's beat.

 

Okay I was in a really quiet mood and thinking about melancholy last night when I wrote this which is kind of odd... You'll understand why I say that when you read the poem....

 

Reflection

 

If I were facing the end of my life,

I'd pen the story of my days,

Sharing every joy and strife

With those who've walked along my ways.

 

I'd weave my pain into the tale,

And joys that made my spirit soar,

Hoping insights would prevail,

Revealing truths I once forbore.

 

For hidden deep within my heart,

Are secrets held in shadows' care,

I wonder, as the end imparts,

What price to share, and who would dare?

 

To see the soul beneath the guise,

The things I've kept so well concealed,

In those last moments, would arise,

The cost to have my life revealed.

 

 

It's a sad romance piece with death in it so i put it here.... This is the only day I have to post til on monday. Is grounded*

 

 

 

Renacer de la oscuridad a la luz

 

 

Gente perdida en proyectos sin un fin

sin rumbo, atrapados, en un mundo ruin.

Rutina monótona, sin conexión ni calor

en la comodidad fácil, sin ningún vigor.

 

Reconocen tarde lo perdido, lo que han ignorado

todo desaparece con la llegada de un nuevo día.

En cambio, yo veo un amanecer nuevo en mi vida

luz envolvente, sigue brillando la esperanza mía.

 

La primavera llega, la oscuridad se va

aprendo y sonrío, mi vida está llena de paz.

Aunque no todo sale como es planeado

escuchando y conectando, el corazón se calma.

 

La experiencia no fue en vano, se atesoraba. 

encontrando nuevos significados, sin temor reinaba.

Listos para ser feliz, y en cada abrazo

con pasos vehementes, fortalecer lazos.

 

 

 

Sé que hace tiempo no escribo ni publico nada. Con este poema, me hago presente, como los viejos tiempos.

 

 

 

 

 

Transitando por caminos conocidos

 

Aún sigo intentando transmitir 

lo que no se puede decir ni describir, 

explicar lo inexplicable, 

algo profundo, que solo al sentirlo se puede ver.

Arraigado en lo más hondo de mi esencia, 

es una verdad que trasciende la conciencia. 

Solo se experimenta, no se puede explicar, 

es mi alma, mi espiritu, mi sentir, mi forma de amar.

 

 

 

Creating oneself is finding oneself

"Life isn't about finding yourself
Life is about creating yourself"

Today I charged my Nikon and took proper photos, for the first time.

A plea for more beauty

 

I yearn for additional instances basking in moonlight, savoring sunsets, and beholding the beauty of clouds; for more delicate flowers nestled amid book pages, more affectionate notes inscribed on candy wrappers and ticket stubs, more gentle kisses on the forehead, and more exaltation of the everyday, discovering splendor in the ordinary, I earnestly implore.

 

Watching the moon light outside my window and this came to me.... I haven't been sleeping well so yeah... I've been writing a lot...

 

The space between night and dawn

 

In the whispering hours where shadows play,
Between full night and the birth of day,
When the sun bids the world goodnight,
I wonder, from where comes this light?

As dawn begins her slow ascent,
The stars retreat, their brilliance spent.
A pastel canvas spreads its wings,
Whispers of light that morning brings.

And when the sun dips low to rest,
In the cradle of the western crest,
The sky ignites in a fiery glow,
A final kiss before shadows grow.

The light that lingers, soft and thin,
Is it from within?
Molecules dance in the cooling air,
Spreading the sun’s farewell everywhere.

A tender veil, neither dark nor bright,
Guides me gently from night to light.
In these moments, serene and fleeting,
my wishes and the sky are meeting.

So, in the spaces between night and dawn,
Or evening's glow and night’s dark yawn,
I find the answer in the softest ray,
Reborn at the close of day.

 

This is one of my favorite poems! Again written about a month ago and well at the time I was having some problems but for the most part those are solved but yeah I'm rambling enjoy the poem.

 

Yep, for a week - I am a very spoiled child

I think God is looking upon me with benevolence this month.

Today is my birthday and i'm very glad 

that some of you remembered it!

I got me a portion of good gifts for my birthday.

So to every one that faves it - My greatest appritiation!!

I am still in awe....  

and will probably be so for manya more days!!

But i'm happy!! So Happy!!
I hope that more achievements to come.
GOD BLESS US ALL.

 

 

 

The writer's heartfelt journey

 

Feeling profound emotions has always been my essence, at the core of my being, driving me to become a writer. At times, these intense emotions require an outlet,  a place to reside.

 

 

Embrace the Now

 

 

In the future, you might lament,
Not playing piano, or colors invent.
But worry not, time's not your foe,
Start anew, let your dreams grow.

No regrets for paths not strolled,
Or identities yet to be bold.
Life's canvas awaits, vast and wide,
Begin afresh, with joy as your guide.

 

 Another older poem with a slightly new meaning to me ... *sighs* I'm really happy about that!

 

Vida de otoño

 

Iluminaba la oscuridad 

transformaba el cielo en poesía

y aquella noche se perdía

entre palabras y risas, sin mas. 

Quizás recordará, 

en un simple reflejo, 

los minutos se deslisan y prometera

que no pensara más.

No le creas a quien dice

que con el tiempo se disuelve. 

No lo creas, no es triste.

Hay mas para ver. 

Dejó un pasado de sombras 

buscó un nuevo horizonte 

escondió sus miedos en hojas de otoño.

Dejó que se vuelen con el viento.

 

Cubriendo con prudente silencio. 

No ve el horizonte, ni un futuro, 

es y siempre sera tiempo sin final. 

Solo ve las estaciones atemporal.

Aquella noche preguntó 

si sería como todos los momentos 

pero ahora los conservará 

aunque prometa, en sus intentos.

No le creas a quien dice 

que todo se volverá ceniza. 

No lo creas, no es asi.

Lo bueno siempre perdurará.

Sin aliento, sin aire. 

Corriendo sin descansar, 

el recuerdo es lo que no se pierde. 

Es la mañana al despertar.

 

Dejó un pasado de sombras 

sin miedo al presente

esa noche de otoño.

Valiente, ciertamente. 

Porque la vida es de quien la desea. 

Dejó su miedo en el viento, 

para tocar un nuevo cielo de nuevo.

y vivir la frescura de cada momento. 

 

 

 

 

Dos ventanas

 

Son dos ventanas testigos del sol ausente.

La nostalgia aun se cierne. 

Mira, escucha y quedate, si hay algo mas. 

Perdon, si las palabras no alcanzan.

Antes era tenerlo todo y mas, ahora no. 

Ante la implacabilidad del destino, 

pero el valor esta en el por qué. 

A través de esas dos ventanas aún hay luz. 

Con frágiles intentos, 

todavia lucha contra la insuperable ausencia. 

Míra en el silencio, 

se pierde en el mar de amor donde triunfa la esperanza. 

Escucha y abraza fuerte, si aún queda algo.

 

 

Esto es una versión editada de lo que originalmente iba a publicar, y me gusta más así. Quiero mejorar, ya que escribir me encanta. Gracias a todos los que leen esto y hacen que todo valga la pena, sin lectores, sería triste escribir.  

Gracias, Gracias, Gracias.

 

 

 

 

Unity in harmony

 

Maybe 'tis wisdom in our diversity's embrace. 

For in our varied hues, beauty finds its place. 

In my experience's tale, indeed, 

Intelligence, we often confine, 

To mere answers, it's decreed, 

Still, true learning is a vine.

For education's core, you see, 

Lies in fostering curiosity's flight, 

A profound love for all that be, 

And an unquenchable thirst for learning light.

 

 

Just thinking last night before I tried and didn't succeed at going to bed at 11 but well, yeah again there are more poems this time the messages is quite different though...
 

 

Eventualidad sin significado

 

Inmersa en la oscuridad, con la mirada hacia la ventana. La débil luz de la luna atraviesa los cristales y las cortinas, como si fueran almas que me observan desde algún rincón perdidas. Parecen muy ansiosas por arrebatar mi realidad y aferrarse a ella, evitando así desvanecerse por completo y convertirse en un simple recuerdo más.

El claro de luna roza suavemente las partes altas de los objetos, permitiéndome distinguir algo, en medio de toda esa oscuridad. Aunque últimamente nada parece estar en su lugar, aún logro ver, sumergido en la penumbra, la nota que me escribiste cuando nos conocimos. Sin embargo, pronto todo se desvanece y se confunde en una sombra claroscuro mortal, repleta de incertidumbre, entre la nada y la totalidad.

Levanto la mirada con temor mientras sueño despierta, abombada y con un calor de verano insoportable. Miro el techo, es lo que contemplo según mis sentidos, pero apenas puedo ver tu imagen que de alguna manera flota en lo indistinguible. Aunque no vea casi nada, puedo sentir, que quizás estes respirando el mismo aire contaminado con humo y polvo del conurbano, que no nos deja dormir.

El aroma de la memoria se mezcla con el olor que me rodea. No estoy del todo segura, tal vez la memoria sea capaz de cualquier cosa, o quizás esta relacionado con el corazón. No lo sé, pero percibo tu perfume y, de alguna manera, siento tu respiración a mi lado una vez más. ¿Será que, inmersa en la oscuridad, me convierto también en un espíritu errante más, con la mirada perdida y el deseo de deshacer esta realidad, renunciando a convertirme en un recuerdo, para volver a ser lo que no seré jamás?

 

 

 

 

 

Atardeceres arremolinados

  

Como extraño esos atardeceres 

que revientan de nubes rojas.

 

Atardeceres entrelazados, 

furiosos y hambrientos.  

 

La tarde se desvanece 

en ese instante donde avanzan las sombras.

 

La noche subyuga todo 

quedamos paralizados 

por la mezcla borracha de recuerdos 

y perfumes que aun persisten en no abandonarme. 

Parece una eternidad sumergirse en todo eso, 

pero en realidad es solo un suspiro.

 

Todo fue devorado por las sombras.

Noche de fuga, serena y dulce, 

de un tiempo desperdigado 

en una infinidad de momentos, 

semblantes y sonrisas que echaron raíces. 

 

Mientras acá, en el otro mundo, los momentos 

se repiten como un interminable bucle.

Indescriptible, donde esta el corazón 

y el nombre que se resiste 

a ser solo un garabato 

dibujado en un papel.

 

  

Que sea infinitamente lo que nos hace bien

 

Mientras el sol amenazaba con estrellarse en el horizonte, las nubes palidecían y se volvían llamas en el cielo. De repente, un sonido de resoplido susurró y unas cosquillas acariciaron su hombro. Abrió la luz de sus ojos que no se apagó por el resto de su vida, mientras el atardecer se convertía en noche. 

 

ʚïɞ