My work

Okay, so some of my works I actually like:
Guide to Heaven
Misinterpret
Every single word I said

The wisest ones
The one who'll give his hand for hello
For forgivness
And have a snake-like feeling
For goodbye

Nothingness
I will leave behind your
door
Just like your death
leaves its last weaves

God-forgiven sins
What our Lord cannot persist
Numb-like feelings
Last all good-bye

BROKEN
From craddle to coffin

A child was born
Somewhere in the middle of the dusty road
Was cut in half, head splitted from the toes

Avenged Sevenfold

We all look up to different bands in our youth and it seems as if out last loves is out last and forever n one. I've always thought Nightwish would be my lover forever and ever. Meh, that didn't happen.
After Tarja Turunen's lat concert in Bulgaria I found myself dreaming of A7x concert and not caring about Tarja or Nightwish at all.
Avenged are such a great band - attitude towards music, towards themselves...if one day I have a band I'd love it to be something like Avenged. A fucking goddamnd family :)

Too Young To Go

This is a blog post for all those who left us too young. The Rev , Peter Steele, Paul Gray... These 3 are always on my mind but there are still so many more.... and all of them talented and passionate. Seems like their death's just a joke, as if has never happened. R.I.P. heroes!!!!

One person I look up to for is Rev. Seemed as if he lived his life just as he wanted it to be. Bow down to him, you are teaching God how to play drums right now. Love you, knife master! Cheers!

Dissapointed or expecting?

Do you have people around you whom you know you can't and shouldn't trust, yet you keep them close to you?! Cos I do!
It's so very hard being betrayed by someone close to you. You think of it, think of how you would react and still when it happens you are drown into the unknown. As if you're left without air, and you need it as if never before, as if the breath you need would save your life...
Are there people who are dead to us long before thier physial death? Are there people we wish would disappear and never come again into out life? Is our hate so strong or is it their stupidity and immorality?

Idols and Persons

OK, so I've noticed when it comes to 'famous' people, the normal ones are tending to be more ''giving'. Say you're an oridnary person posting a facebook status 'What's up?!', you'll probably receive messages like - 'Meh, nothing". But if you're 'famous' , answers will vary from - 'Nothing much, what about you' , to ' I just sang/played your song / insert title here/.
So why do we act more weird when we have something to do with VIP people? Is it the adrenaline, is it the feeling of talking to someone who has succeeded in their life, or just the opportunity to afterwards tell - I have talked to ... ? "
I personally have talked to Tarja Turunen:


Yeah, beautiful lady, great voice, amazing personality....yet, I felt like talking not to a 'star' but more like normal person with high morals. I guess I have my own opinion of why the guys from Nightwish kicked her out of the band, but yet she's an honest person , deserving to know why she's left out of a band.
So, Tarja was really sweet in our talk, which I'll post this weekeend. She's great person and a professionalist :)

Lord Byron

I'm not a poet person, I've never liked all these movies about authors and genial writers and musicians... But for myself, I can definitely say the bad from the good. And here's Lord Byron. He seems has been amazing, different, genial person... so different from everything we might know today. And one of his poems means so much to me in sense of making me feel just different...desperate but at the same moment happy, wierd but normal, sad but content...Darkness:

Darkness

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings--the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,
And men were gathered round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire--but hour by hour
They fell and faded--and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash--and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd,
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twined themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless--they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again;--a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought--and that was death,
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails--men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devoured,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answered not with a caress--he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they raked up,
And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects--saw, and shriek'd, and died--
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful--was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless--
A lump of death--a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirred within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge--
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon their mistress had expir'd before;
The winds were withered in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them--She was the Universe.

Holiday or a living Hell

We all crave for a holiday but sometimes it can turn to Hell! When you decide you'll go on a holiday really, but like really, think twice! Do not ever take the risk of going with someone who can totally crush your nerves. Like I did... yeah, I know we all got our own problems.But I try to never lay my nerves to the other people so why should someone totally insane screw my holiday. Or maybe I am not a person who needs a holiday..probably. FUCK YOU!
The best method is trying not to give a fuck.It actually works, I'm still mastering it :D