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.

A Tribute to Life

 

Through time and endless space,

 life’s miracles keep their pace;

 a sacred tide, a holy blaze,

 a divine pulse that never fades.

Like rivers through eternal sky,

 they whisper softly: Live, it's frightful not to live.

 And in that vast and shining blue,

 we rise as birds with wings anew.

For just a breath, for just a flight,

 we taste existence, pure and bright,

 the fragile gift, the secret art,

 of beating hope within the heart.

We journey on through loss and doubt,

 through questions never figured out;

 yet trust that in the quiet deep

 unseen victories gently sleep.

To love beyond what eyes can see,

 to walk the road of destiny;

 to turn the pain that finds us all

 into a prayer that breaks the wall.

A silent revolution born

 from wounded night to brighter morn.

To guard this life with steadfast hands

 against harsh wars and barren lands,

 against the hunger, stark, unfair,

 the wound of want in open air.

To live, and learn to live once more,

 with childlike wonder at the core,

 with open eyes and fearless gleam,

 and hearts still faithful to a dream.

For in simplicity we find

 the boundless truth of humankind:

 in kindness, generosity;

 in light, enduring hope to be;

 and in pure love, above, untold,

 the Whole within each living soul.

I’d love to share a poem I recently rediscovered, a small treasure I found tucked away in my chest of memories.

I hope it finds a place in your heart.

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I know I haven't written in a while, and I certainly haven't posted anything in a while. I just wanted to let you know that that's going to change. I'm planning to go through all of my old poetry and figure out the stuff I want to keep and the stuff I don’t. Some of the things I’ve posted before are too personal, too raw, and just plain not good. I’m going to remove them here within the next couple of days, then go through it all and resubmit the pieces that I think really capture important points in my life, as well as my ability as a writer. It’s going to be a long and painful process, I’m sure, but I think that what I can actually look at and use again will be well worth it.

Some of you may have already noticed that I went through and deleted and/or removed a lot of things. I really want this website to be a source of inspiration and comfort for me, and in order to achieve that, I needed to figure out what was truly important. I promise you all that these things will grow again, but in a much more productive manner for all of us.

Like I said, it’s not going to be a quick or easy journey, but I’m hoping that if I take it one step at a time, I’ll get there, and will truly have a blog that I’m proud of and can call my own! That being said, I’m also going to have a hell of a lot of fun discovering myself all over again, and hopefully finding not only new friends but new inspirations and creative outlets as well.

I have endeavoured, by careful correction and revision to give an update to all of those who are paying attention. It’s been a hard process for me, to be honest. I loved each and every work I had in there for one reason or another, but I really did need to refocus my writing and realize what was truly going to push me to be better at my craft in the future.

Aside from that, I’ve also been turning up the dial on the whole deleting process. It’s been a very slow and painful task. I’m trying to do about a hundred every two days or so just to keep myself on track, but as I look through them, I can’t help but stop and read them all. It’s been a trip down memory lane, to say the least. I can’t believe how far I’ve come and how much just a couple of years have caused me to grow.

I only want you to know that you won’t be disappointed with the changes I’ve made and with who I’ve become. Just hang in there with me, let me clean out this old page and do my thing, and you’ll have just as much fun on this adventure as I do.

I just wanted to let you guys know that I’m still working on the revamping process and all that good stuff. It’s taking a little longer than I’d like to delete all the poems and such, but I should have expected that, considering how many there were. I was reading a few of them, though, and I’m amazed that I have any followers at all. Some of these poems are truly not good, and some of the fiction as well. I can’t believe how much I’ve grown, and I really can’t wait to see it all come together and to be able to look back and see every bit of that growth through the years.

In other news, I’m so excited I can barely contain myself.

All in all, I have a feeling of these are going to be a lot of fun, something I’ll carry with me for the rest of my life. I know it’s not going to be a walk in the park, but I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m more than up for the challenge. I’m ready to kick some ass and show the world what I’m made of!

I logged on to my blog tonight and realized that I might have been wrong. It doesn’t feel right to be on it. After all, this page may be filled with so much drama that it’s ridiculous, but it’s mine, and it’s my angsty teenage self. I’m not the same person I was before, but I’m still Miriam, and that means I’m still made up of all the things from my past. I may be an adult woman now, but I’m still the angst-ridden teenager from years ago who was obsessed with so many dorky things and full of piss and vinegar. I’m back tonight for some reason I can’t quite put my finger on. I’m going to poke around, explore, find out what I’ve missed, and maybe even submit something.

 

 

Volver

 

Sé que hace bastante no escribo y ciertamente no publique nada en mucho tiempo. Estoy buscando el tiempo para revisar toda mi poesía antigua y descubrir las cosas que quiero conservar y las que ya no. Algunos escritos que publique antes son algo crudos y, sencillamente, no son buenos, revisé y borré muchas cosas. Realmente quisiera que este blog sea una especie de fuente de inspiración incluso para mí misma y para lograrlo necesito revisar los años de mi proceso de escritura y descubrir lo que es realmente importante. Ha sido un viaje al pasado, por decirlo suavemente. No puedo creer lo lejos que llegue, cuánto escribí y realmente no puedo esperar a compartir mis textos escritos a estrenar, verlos todos y poder ver cada pedacito de crecimiento a través de los años!  

Extraño este espacio, pero no se cuándo comenzaré a publicar mis escritos nuevamente. No será rápido y fácil, quiero dar un paso a la vez, llegaré y realmente tendré un blog del que estaré orgullosa! Para ser honesta, me encantaba cada uno de los escritos que tenía publicados, pero realmente necesitaba reconsiderar mi escritura y darme cuenta de qué me impulsaría a mejorar en el futuro.

Dicho esto, también voy a estar descubriéndome a mí misma de nuevo y, con suerte, encontraré no sólo nuevas inspiraciones sino también nuevas escrituras creativas. Sólo quiero que sepan que no se sentirán decepcionados con los cambios y en quién me convertí. Solo esperen, quiero limpiar un poco esta vieja página, y hacer lo mío en esta nueva aventura. Estoy trabajando en el proceso de renovación y todas las cosas buenísimas que quiero publicar. Estoy tardando un poco más de lo que me gustaría, todos los poemas y escritos, las fotografías y pinturas, no lo consideré pero tendría que haber esperado sabiendo cuántos había.  

Sin embargo, estaba leyendo y me sorprende el numero. Algunos de mis antiguos poemas realmente no son buenos y algunas de las narrativas tampoco. Después de leer un poco todo, encontré un estilo del que estaba muy acostumbrada, pero es mi forma y mi yo particular. No soy la misma persona que era antes pero sigo siendo yo y eso significa que todavía estoy conectada con todas las cosas que escribí. Puede que ahora soy una señora grande, pero sigo siendo yo la de hace años, un poco inconmesurablemente y mas. Volví esta noche por alguna razón que no puedo saber. Estoy explorando y descubriendo el tiempo de lo que me perdí y me da nostalgia. 

Entre otras cosas, terminé encontrando un par de escritos nuevos en el borrador desde la última vez que actualicé mis publicaciones y estoy muy emocionada.  

Considerándolo todo, tengo la sensación de que estoy más que preparada para el nuevo desafío y estoy lista para mostrarle al mundo que estoy feliz! 

Esta noche entré a mi blog y me di cuenta de que quizá me equivoqué. Estoy de vuelta por alguna razón que no logro comprender del todo. Voy a curiosear, explorar, descubrir qué me he perdido y quizá incluso publicar algo. 

Los quiero mucho a todos. Estén atentos de las novedades en la página, como de cuándo volveré a publicar!

 

 

Where do my Angel stay?

 

A lonely spark appears before me tonight,
amid the storm that rages deep inside.
Should I surrender? Should I breathe again
or let the silence pull me in?

How much more can this soul endure
before it breaks, no longer pure?
Shards of pain cut through my skin,
reminding me I still exist
though barely breathing, barely within.

The moon ignites my shadowed way,
through endless darkness, where we fade.
I’ve crossed the archway, pale and gray
to the quiet realm where my angel stay.

A tender warmth upon my face,
wings aglow in holy grace.
They’ve come to guide me home again,
through whispering winds my voice forever lingering.

Will I escape and find release,
unbound at last, in perfect peace?
For love, eternal, never fades
it only shifts through brighter shades.

For in the dark where I begin to fade,
your heart’s small flame keeps me awake.
The angel that leads me through the gray
to where your light, and mine, still stay.

 

 

 

If you'd like to hear this poem read, 

please check out the second episode of Where do my Angel stay 2 here.

My beloved

All I want

is to be in love with you

to spend a lifetime watching your lips

shape the words

that hold me captive.

I want to forget the world,

to let it fade into silence,

to unlearn everything

except the sound of your voice.

All I want

is to love you

so deeply

that days slip past like seconds

on a clock that never runs

I want to lose myself in you,

and in that losing,

finally become

who I was meant to be.

You are my quiet inspiration

so bright it almost frightens me,

so much,

so overwhelming,

I wonder how I could deserve it.

All I want

is the warmth of your touch

soft as light,

steady as faith

guiding me home

whenever I am lost,

loving me

when I feel unlovable.

You are my guardian in the dark,

my angel in human form,

perfect in the way you hold my heart.

Stay as you are.

I love you.

And I will love you always.

Sempiterno

 

No fue casualidad
quien dibujó tu nombre en mi destino,
antes de tu primera mirada
ya te amaba, con un amor impensable.

En tus noches de insomnio
enciendo luces invisibles,
y cuando la oscuridad te atraviese el alma
habrá un pulso mío junto al tuyo
remando despacio
hacia un mar sin tormenta y en calma.

Nada se compara con este infinito,
pronunciarás mi nombre como quien invoca

la única certeza.

Porque, en lo profundo,

me conocías desde siempre.

Fue en aquella tarde de paseo y confesiones

donde por fin escuché tu voz.

Y algo en mí apagó el modo supervivencia,

la dureza aprendida,

desactivó el orgullo, esa armadura fina

que pesa más que las cadenas.

Abrí los brazos al mundo.
No hacia afuera, sino hacia adentro.

Me volví agua, liviana y translúcida.
Para que pudieras ver a través de mí. 

Y en un fulgor inmerecido

sin resistencia, al caer, 

me entregué sin miedo

y ya nunca más me solté
de tu océano.

Tu brisa envolvente

me rescató de mí misma

y del olvido.

salvando de la distancia inventada

para no sentir.

Porque hay una memoria que no muere

Ahora lo se, no empieza ni termina

simplemente recuerdos que se reconocen

en el verdadero amor.

Teardrop

When the sad wind begins to blow,
and the heart can bear the pain no more,
when even sweet words turns into sour,
when someone whom you love hates you to the core,
and love becomes a war.
Tears fall.
They are words that express more,
confessions never spoken.
They trace the map of hidden ache,
when something pure is broken.
They are the prove that heart is weak,
Tears are the rain from wounded of pain.
when you stand all alone you remain,
tears are the deep sea of sorrow,
a silent storm behind the eyes that never narrows.
Tears are the result of the unfulfilled desire.
The smoke that comes out when the heart burns with fire.
Frozen sorrow melting deep into an ocean of tears,
when there’s no one left to hear the fears.
Tears are the residue of the shattered dreams,
that flow like a river of tragic streams.
Tears flow when the life is hopeless and tough,
when just words are far too small and aren’t enough.
Tears are the truest voice of all,
precious drops of the soul laid trembling bare.
Tears are leaves from grief’s old tree,
that drift to silent ground,
with the falling sad leaf.
Tears are a silent scream,
when pain becomes unbearable and extreme.
Tears are the words that flow in despair,
when life is not fair.
Tears are the true friends when nothing else remains,
when everything goes in vain.
Tears are the loyal companion in loneliness.
when life is filled with darkness.
Tears are the genuine confidants in this hopeless life,
when life is full of strife.
Tears are the sincere friends left in solitude,
when everyone around you is so mean and rude.
Tears are final precious drops the heart releases,
they wash the dust of shattered pieces,
when nothing is left out and everything is swept,
from love, from loss, from pain.

Really, there is a meaning to this poem. I am quite satisfied with what I have at the moment.

 

 

 

With the voice of the Archangel

 

You are the voice

that sings the song of angels,

the melody that grants me

eternal peace.

Your voice

soft as feathers from your holy wings,

yet powerful enough

to light the darkness along my walk.

You are the comfort...

the warmth of home,

the sweetness of a smile,

the tenderness of a hug.

We come to you when we are alone.

We come to you when hunger stirs within.

We come to you when we tremble in the cold and fear.

I know this.

I feel this.

I have this.

You are the calm presence of

a glowing waterfall,

the gentle rain that blesses the earth,

the quiet night that grants us rest.

You are the truth

for me, for us.

Your Holy Spirit gives me reason and lasting joy,

to live for You.

There is no love greater than Yours,

no power more profound,

no grace as radiant as the love You give.

The love we receive from You

is the purest,

the most faithful,

the most enduring gift.

And when sorrow finds me,

Your angel come in the night,

wrapping their tender wings around my shoulders

like a gentle embrace.

Peace flows quietly within me,

calmness enters my heart.

Your touch softens the soul,

and grief slips away in silence.

Your gentle hand heals every wound,

and soon I recognize happiness

the quiet joy that finds me again.

Hope lifts me with a smile,

faith leads me toward the light.

I close my eyes without question

and feel Your trust within me.

The angel guide me on my way,

wherever my steps may lead.

And when I cross narrow raid,

I feel

so softly

how You embrace me.

 

 

 

 

Alright so, as you might notice the quality of this poem is not as compared to my previous works, because the way something is allows for alterations in grammar and lengthy pauses that cause reading to be badly disturbed. 

Please keep this in mind when critiquing.