Saturday, August 4

Did you get the hint?


๐’พ ๐’ถ๐“๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“Ž๐“ˆ ๐’ธโ„ด๐“‚โ„ฏ ๐’ท๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€ ๐’ปโ„ด๐“‡ ๐“ˆโ„ด๐“‚โ„ฏ ๐“‡โ„ฏ๐’ถ๐“ˆโ„ด๐“ƒ. ๐’ฎโ„ด ๐’พ'๐“๐“ ๐’ทโ„ฏ ๐’ท๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€. ๐’พ'๐“‚ ๐“ˆ๐“Š๐“‡โ„ฏ. ๐’ดโ„ฏ๐’ถ๐’ฝ, ๐“Œโ„ฏ๐“๐“... ๐’พ ๐“Œโ„ด๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐’ทโ„ฏ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐“‡โ„ด๐“ƒโ„Š ๐’พ๐’ป ๐’พ ๐’น๐’พ๐’น๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐“€๐“ƒโ„ด๐“Œ ๐“Žโ„ด๐“Š'๐“‡โ„ฏ ๐’ท๐“Ž ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐’นโ„ฏ. ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“‰โ„ด๐“‰๐’ถ๐“๐“๐“Ž โ„ด๐“‹โ„ฏ๐“‡ ๐“ˆ๐’ถ๐’พ๐’น ๐’ท๐“Š๐“‰ ๐“Žโ„ด๐“Š ๐“‡๐’พโ„Š๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐“Œโ„ฏ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐’ฟ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐’ทโ„ฏ ๐“Œ๐’ฝโ„ด ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“‡โ„ฏ๐“ˆ? ๐“Žโ„ด๐“Š'๐“‹โ„ฏ ๐’ทโ„ฏโ„ฏ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“‡โ„ฏ ๐’ปโ„ด๐“‡ ๐“‚โ„ฏ ๐“Œ๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“ƒ ๐“ƒโ„ด โ„ด๐“ƒโ„ฏ โ„ฏ๐“๐“ˆโ„ฏ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“ˆ. ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“€ ๐“Žโ„ด๐“Š. ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰'๐“ˆ ๐’ถ๐“๐“ ๐’พ ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐“ˆ๐’ถ๐“Ž. โ„Šโ„ด ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“‡โ„ฏ, ๐’พ๐’ป ๐“Žโ„ด๐“Š ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ˆ, ๐’พ'๐“‚ ๐“ƒโ„ด๐“‰ ๐“…๐“Š๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ƒโ„Š: ♡♡♡ ๐’ถ ๐“‚โ„ด๐“ƒ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡โ„ฏโ„ฏ ๐’น๐’ถ๐“Ž๐“ˆ ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐“‰๐’พ๐“ ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐’ท๐’พ๐“‡๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’น๐’ถ๐“Ž ♡♡♡ ๐’พ ๐“‚๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ ๐“Žโ„ด๐“Š ๐’ทโ„ฏ๐“Žโ„ด๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“Œโ„ด๐“‡๐’น๐“ˆ. ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“ƒโ„ด ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“‰๐“‰โ„ฏ๐“‡ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐’พ ๐’นโ„ด. ๐’พ ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐“ƒโ„ฏ๐“‹โ„ฏ๐“‡ ๐’ปโ„ด๐“‡โ„Šโ„ฏ๐“‰

 





 

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





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. 

 


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



 
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*

 

 

 



Saturday, February 3

Renacer de la oscuridad a la luz

 



 

Gente perdida en proyectos sin un fin
sin rumbo, atrapados, en un mundo ruin.
Rutina monรณtona, sin conexiรณn ni calor
en la comodidad fรกcil, sin ningรบn vigor.
 

Reconocen tarde lo perdido, lo que han ignorado
todo desaparece con la llegada de un nuevo dรญa.
En cambio, yo veo un amanecer nuevo en mi vida
luz envolvente, sigue brillando la esperanza mรญa.
 

La primavera llega, la oscuridad se va
aprendo y sonrรญo, mi vida estรก llena de paz.
Aunque no todo sale como es planeado
escuchando y conectando, el corazรณn 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.
 
 
 
Sรฉ que hace tiempo no escribo ni publico nada. Con este poema, me hago presente, como los viejos tiempos.
 
 
 
 
 




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.