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.

La razón para creer

 

Confío en las emociones,
en esa fuerza invisible que, 

aun después de la tormenta,
encuentra la manera de reconstruirse.

Confío en la capacidad del alma
de volver a levantarse,
de encontrar sentido entre oscuridades
y luz en medio de la incertidumbre.

Creo en los amaneceres,
no porque prometan certezas,
sino porque recuerdan que nada permanece inmóvil,
que todo cambia,
que siempre existe la posibilidad de volver a empezar.

Y, por encima de todas las cosas,
creo en el amor eterno.

No en el amor perfecto,
sino en aquel que transforma,
que deja huellas imborrables,
que nos expande y nos demuestra,
aunque también nos hace ver las cosas mas claras.

Creo en la valentía silenciosa
de quien se entrega a la vida sin garantías,
de quien abraza lo desconocido
y continúa caminando.

Creo en la belleza auténtica
de dejar que el tiempo fluya,
sin intentar retener lo que se va
ni apurar lo que no llegó.

Creo en el riesgo inmenso
de vivir con el corazón abierto,
sabiendo que toda verdadera entrega
implica también la posibilidad de salir lastimados.

Después de todo,
nunca busqué un camino hacia la libertad.

Porque comprendí que la libertad
no se encuentra al final de ningún destino,
ni espera detrás de ningún logro.

La libertad está en cada elección consciente,
en cada verdad que nos animamos a construir,
en cada paso dado avanzar honrando a quienes somos.

Y quizá la vida no sea otra cosa
que aprender a caminar ese sendero,
consecuentes a nuestra esencia,
el alma despierta
y el coraje suficiente para seguir adelante,
incluso cuando el horizonte se siente lejano.

 

 

P.D: Es una reflexión profunda de vivir sin corazas, abrazando la vulnerabilidad como un recurso poderoso y entendiendo que la libertad no es una meta final, sino el motor que nos impulsa en cada decisión. Es esa valentía de ser, sentir y existir sin condiciones a lo que realmente apasiona y enciende cada día.  

 

 

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.

But Time

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.

 

 

Tiempo

 

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 publicados 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 cuánto material había guardado.  

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 mas grande, pero sigo siendo yo la de hace años, un poquito 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 de qué me perdí 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.

Keep trusting in the courage to believing

 

I believe in the roads that wound me,

because they are the same roads that have taught me 

how to bloom.

I believe in truth,

in its difficult terrain,

in the lonely courage it demands,

and in the peace it leaves behind.

I believe in my soul,

in that silent sanctuary no one sees,

where my deepest battles are fought

and my most enduring hopes survive.

I believe in my words,

in the tenderness of a sincere embrace,

in the language of a gaze,

and in all the invisible ways a heart can touch another.

I believe in who I am.

Not because I have failed,

but because every defeat has taught me

that losing is not the same as surrendering.

I believe in my dreams,

in those fragile lights that refuse to go out,

and I will continue building them,

stone by stone, until my final breath.

I believe in destiny,

not as a path already written,

but as a story shaped by every step,

every wound,

every lesson,

and every act of courage.

I believe in my desire to give affection,

and in the quiet certainty

that somewhere in this world

there are hearts waiting

for the small portion of love I carry within me.

I believe in friendship,

in the warmth of shared silences,

in kisses that heal,

in the rain that wash away old sorrows,

in smiles that arrive unexpectedly,

and in the sacred trust of secrets kept.

I believe in the act of believing itself,

in the stubborn hope that rises after disappointment,

in the faith that survives doubt,

and in the strength that returns after every storm.

I believe in God,

in life,

and in the grace that moves through all things.

I believe that every act of goodness leaves a trace,

and that every soul who dares to remain authentic

is already walking toward its reward.

And above all,

I believe in myself.

I believe in the woman who rises after falling,

who gathers her scattered pieces in the dark,

who continues when strength is gone,

and who refuses to let despair have the final word.

When the winds are fierce

and my sails are torn,

when the horizon disappears

and the night feels endless,

I still choose to believe.

To believe in tomorrow.

To believe in love.

To believe in my journey.

To keep walking.

To keep becoming.

To keep living.

 

 

 

PS. This is a more profound and poetic new version with a tone closer to contemporary reflective prose, the idea of faith in oneself as something tested by loss, time, and uncertainty. So I apologize if there are errors. Spelling, grammar, or otherwise. I've been writing these without going back over and reading them. Hope you like it.

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.