~Sincerely, Me.
Sunday, December 1
Time went by... Fly away, bye bye...
~Sincerely, Me.
Saturday, August 4
Did you get the hint?
๐พ ๐ถ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐ธโด๐โฏ ๐ท๐ถ๐ธ๐ ๐ปโด๐ ๐โด๐โฏ ๐โฏ๐ถ๐โด๐. ๐ฎโด ๐พ'๐๐ ๐ทโฏ ๐ท๐ถ๐ธ๐. ๐พ'๐ ๐๐๐โฏ. ๐ดโฏ๐ถ๐ฝ, ๐โฏ๐๐... ๐พ ๐โด๐'๐ ๐ทโฏ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐โด๐โ ๐พ๐ป ๐พ ๐น๐พ๐น๐'๐ ๐๐โด๐ ๐โด๐'๐โฏ ๐ท๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐นโฏ. ๐ฏ๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐พ๐ ๐โด๐๐ถ๐๐๐ โด๐โฏ๐ ๐๐ถ๐พ๐น ๐ท๐๐ ๐โด๐ ๐๐พโ๐ฝ๐ ๐โฏ ๐๐ถ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐ทโฏ ๐๐ฝโด ๐ธ๐ถ๐โฏ๐? ๐โด๐'๐โฏ ๐ทโฏโฏ๐ ๐๐ฝโฏ๐โฏ ๐ปโด๐ ๐โฏ ๐๐ฝโฏ๐ ๐โด โด๐โฏ โฏ๐๐โฏ ๐๐ถ๐. ๐ฏ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐ ๐โด๐. ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐'๐ ๐ถ๐๐ ๐พ ๐ธ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ถ๐. โโด ๐๐ฝโฏ๐โฏ, ๐พ๐ป ๐โด๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐พ๐, ๐พ'๐ ๐โด๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐โ: ♡♡♡ ๐ถ ๐โด๐๐๐ฝ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐ฝ๐โฏโฏ ๐น๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐ท๐พ๐๐๐ฝ๐น๐ถ๐ ♡♡♡ ๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐โด๐ ๐ทโฏ๐โด๐๐น ๐โด๐๐น๐. ๐ถ๐๐น ๐โด ๐๐ถ๐๐โฏ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐พ ๐นโด. ๐พ ๐ธ๐ถ๐ ๐โฏ๐โฏ๐ ๐ปโด๐โโฏ๐ ♥
Saturday, July 28
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.
Wednesday, June 20
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!
Saturday, May 19
Shining from Within
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.
Sunday, April 29
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....
Saturday, March 17
Reflection
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*
Saturday, February 3
Renacer de la oscuridad a la luz
Listos para ser feliz, y en cada abrazo
Saturday, January 20
Transitando por caminos conocidos
Aรบn 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 mรกs 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.
Sunday, December 17
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.
Saturday, November 18
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...
Saturday, October 14
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.
Sunday, September 3
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.
Saturday, August 19
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.
Sunday, June 11
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!
Friday, April 7
Vida de otoรฑo
Iluminaba la oscuridad
transformaba el cielo en poesรญa
y aquella noche se perdรญa
entre palabras y risas, sin mas.
Quizรกs recordarรก,
en un simple reflejo,
los minutos se deslisan y prometera
que no pensara mรกs.
No le creas a quien dice
que con el tiempo se disuelve.
No lo creas, no es triste.
Hay mas para ver.
Dejรณ un pasado de sombras
buscรณ un nuevo horizonte
escondiรณ sus miedos en hojas de otoรฑo.
Dejรณ 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 preguntรณ
si serรญa como todos los momentos
pero ahora los conservarรก
aunque prometa, en sus intentos.
No le creas a quien dice
que todo se volverรก ceniza.
No lo creas, no es asi.
Lo bueno siempre perdurarรก.
Sin aliento, sin aire.
Corriendo sin descansar,
el recuerdo es lo que no se pierde.
Es la maรฑana al despertar.
Dejรณ un pasado de sombras
sin miedo al presente
esa noche de otoรฑo.
Valiente, ciertamente.
Porque la vida es de quien la desea.
Dejรณ su miedo en el viento,
para tocar un nuevo cielo de nuevo.
y vivir la frescura de cada momento.
Saturday, March 18
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 quรฉ.
A travรฉs de esas dos ventanas aรบn hay luz.
Con frรกgiles intentos,
todavia lucha contra la insuperable ausencia.
Mรญra en el silencio,
se pierde en el mar de amor donde triunfa la esperanza.
Escucha y abraza fuerte, si aรบn queda algo.
Esto es una versiรณn editada de lo que originalmente iba a publicar, y me gusta mรกs asรญ. Quiero mejorar, ya que escribir me encanta. Gracias a todos los que leen esto y hacen que todo valga la pena, sin lectores, serรญa triste escribir.
Gracias, Gracias, Gracias.
Saturday, February 4
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...
Tuesday, January 17
Eventualidad sin significado
Inmersa en la oscuridad, con la mirada hacia la ventana. La dรฉbil luz de la luna atraviesa los cristales y las cortinas, como si fueran almas que me observan desde algรบn rincรณn perdidas. Parecen muy ansiosas por arrebatar mi realidad y aferrarse a ella, evitando asรญ desvanecerse por completo y convertirse en un simple recuerdo mรกs.
El claro de luna roza suavemente las partes altas de los objetos, permitiรฉndome distinguir algo, en medio de toda esa oscuridad. Aunque รบltimamente nada parece estar en su lugar, aรบn 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 sueรฑo despierta, abombada y con un calor de verano insoportable. Miro el techo, es lo que contemplo segรบn mis sentidos, pero apenas puedo ver tu imagen que de alguna manera flota en lo indistinguible. Aunque no vea casi nada, puedo sentir, que quizรกs 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 quizรกs esta relacionado con el corazรณn. No lo sรฉ, pero percibo tu perfume y, de alguna manera, siento tu respiraciรณn a mi lado una vez mรกs. ¿Serรก que, inmersa en la oscuridad, me convierto tambiรฉn en un espรญritu errante mรกs, con la mirada perdida y el deseo de deshacer esta realidad, renunciando a convertirme en un recuerdo, para volver a ser lo que no serรฉ jamรกs?