Tiny Droplets (Own Writing)

Tiny droplets of water fall from the sky;

Tiny droplets that feed the soul of soil and more.

Tiny droplets of oil fall from a bottle;

Tiny droplets that are serve to cook a feast.

Tiny droplets of bitter juice fall from a squished lime;

Tiny droplets that season everyday aliment.

Tiny droplets of wine fall from a fancy glass;

Tiny droplets that shall never be drank and savored.

Tiny droplets of saliva fall from a mouth;

Tiny droplets that talk about everything and nothing.

Tiny droplets of blood fall from a wound;

Tiny droplets that are worth more than words.

Tiny droplets of sweat fall from your forehead;

Tiny droplets that reflect hard and tedious work.

Tiny droplets of love fall from these cheeks;

Tiny droplets that range from:
                Joy to depression,

                Hope to anguish,

                Laugh to desperation,

                Satisfaction to despair,

                Certainty to doubt,

                From the fulfillment of a feeling to the emptiness of solitude,

                From the you over there to the me who is here.

All these tiny droplets that are shed for you and me;

Tiny droplets that are yours and mine to keep.

"Without Inspiration" (Translated Poem)

There is no inspiration whatsoever,
From my ink the voices no longer speak and no verses can be done.
Nobody comes out to wish me farewell, there are no blue colored petals around, and no journey takes place.
It is in the solitude of exile that I write nothing.


Outside there is a war taking place in distant worlds.
Men rebel against statues, fervent monsters made out of stone.
Cities fall one after another; their dead ones also fall in the drainage.
However, in my house nothing happens as I hopelessly search in an empty mass of ideas.
It is a time of death in this war, but it is revoltingly unknown to me.


I would like to write to you where I came from, where I was born, and when I saw you.
Nothing is born from my pen and is absurd to even think about it.
I would like to your ear, narrate the story of this world.
Not the one that falls into ruins, aflame as it passes through the window.
This world shall be the one that I build in your image as it stains these words.
The world that I think about, it is the one where your nameless memory confuses me painfully.
In which I have fallen asleep sobbing in dreams with no devil;
And ampoules grow out of my arm which break my bones into pieces.


Outside on the streets invaded by tearful echoes, there are the corpses of children.
Rats that devour their eyes, larva, and a militia with no flag, even tornadoes.
I don’t know how to describe it, for my eyes can only find leftovers.
Sometimes I write in old papers, but soon they are forgotten and begin to rot.
They become yellow and small, rolling out of the kitchen cabinets
Some of them putrid, green, saying nothing
Others, cry, scream, and sob, in despair words of silly and ungrateful love
Divulging:
“I love you when everything has turned monochrome
When the veins in my neck have swollen to the point that blood gets injected into my eyes
I love you in the days when nobody finds you,
And that one time you learned my name, yes that time I also loved you”
Then it all goes back to oblivion.


There is nothing in this life that I haven’t told you about.
Ignoring it, my pen shakes wishfully to find you once again
To tell you a hundred times more “I love you” without ending my prudence
It is all in vain, in my mind only memories come out.
In this world where armies have been dispersed
They go to the mountains where they live and eat each other.
Some are men, others are beast, some idols that proclaim new regimens.
These are also devoured by monsters from faraway lands.
Knocking at my door at midnight, from my comatose state, from my dream they want to separate me.
They shattered glass, ripped the entrance with their fingers
Their dirty claws covered in blood are pushing my stomach as if it was common meat
The poisonous tongues that taste the socket of my eyes, my neck
They’re mundane sketches from the underworld, who snatch the verses from my hands
Your stolen world is hanging in the wind, printed on the amputated pieces of torn papers.


At three in the morning this piece of paper has been given to me.
My mind does nothing but to hang on to this time with no minutes.
To this course without trail in which I write you this verse
Nothing else matters, for today I know nothing, nor anything exist in between these lines.
The nothing crosses the ocean, the tree is no longer it, the aunts no longer climb, and no rain falls.


Nobody contents my letters, nobody relaxes, nobody cares and nobody does anything to howl.
From my verses only silence sprouts...


It is a tremendous bastard in which nor you or I could hear each other, but one in which both of us remain quiet.

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This translated poem is dedicated: To the man who easily brings me inspiration with the power of just simple but profound words. To the one who easily takes it all away in the same way, and who changes my empty nights filled with solitude.

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This poem is originally written in Spanish by a good friend of mine, you can read this poem and more poetry in his blog:

 Edo's funhouse: Sin Inspiracion 

Thank you for reading

"Carnival of Madness 2012" Part II- Chevelle & Evanescence

Continuing with my concert experience, I shall now share pictures and videos of Chevelle and Evanescence.

In case you missed it, here is Part I: New Medicine, CAVO & Halestorm

Here is some Chevelle for all of you

"Face to the Floor"

"Red"

"Red" (End of the Song)

I was only able to record bits and pieces because the camera that I used, for some odd reason drains the battery's energy from full to nothing when I record videos. 

Anyhow here are some pictures:

 

The Bull!!

Finally, Evanescence made it around 9:30 and Amy Lee looked like a beautiful rock fairy in my opinion.

I know she didn't help singing the song, but yeah i also sang along and I think you can hear me a little bit in this video, "Going Under."

"Made of Stone" which is my favorite song out of their new album.

 "Bring me to Life" which is a classic and a MUST!!

Here is the chorus and last video bc my camera sucks dick for skittles and couldn't handle the awesomeness... SAD PANDA!!!

The last song was "My Immortal" and I could only record bits and pieces with my shitty phone, not worth uploading it OTL

Anyhow, here are the best shots I took:

 

 

For not been able to take my professional camera, I think all of these are pretty kick ass photos if you ask me. Hope you will like them and if you would like to share them, please don't forget to give me credit. 

This is pretty much it, I really enjoyed the concert and I am supah happy all of these bands came to the small town where I live~

Thank you,

Until later~

"Carnival of Madness 2012" Part I- New Medicine, CAVO, and Halestorm

Hello World!!!

I have to announce that I went to the 'Carnival of Madness' and it was OSM!!!!!!

It rocked my world \m/

Here are some pictures and whatnot :D

It started with New Medicine

New Medicine getting drinks lol

Dan <3

 Then, CAVO

After that, the third band to perform was Halestorm, which was one of my favorites <3


Here are two small clips that I took while they were on stage:

"Love Bites"

"I Miss the Misery"

I have to say, they were cool and awesome moments, like this one in which I was taking a picture while Joe Hottinger (Halestorm guitarist) was also taking a picture.

Here is my picture:

Here is Joe's Instagram Picture:

thejoestorm-Instagram

He is super awesome, he even replied to my comment on facebook :'D

Joe Hottinger (Official) Facebook Page

Another fun moment was this one:

Can you guess who she is? hehe~

Yeap, kudos if you can guess who was really in the backstage enjoying Halestorm's performance. 

Here are more pictures:

After great and awesome Halestorm, Chevelle took the stage with their bull...

"Carnival of Madness" Part II- Chevelle and Evanescence

P.S. Please give me credit if you use my pictures, thank you ^^

'One, Two, Three" (Own Writing)

One, two, three days passed and I couldn’t make my wishes to the sky.

One, two, three stars I wanted to see fall across the heavens.

One, two, three wishes I thought, who knows maybe more…

Once outside a fresh and peaceful time came by.

To the infinite sea of stars my eyes ponder over.

Trees moved to the rhythm imposed by the wind’s waves.

One, two, three hours but nothing out of the ordinary happened on the first night.

One, two, three times I went outside to find a clouded sky on the second night.

One, two, three hours of rain and thunders took place on the third night.

One, two, tree, times I lost my chance to implore for my wishes to come true.

One, two, three regrets I carry and hoped to wish for them to go away.

One, two, three mistakes I have done, who knows maybe more…

Only for you I could have wished to be forgiven.

Too many moments I could have wished to be changed.

Free of my guilt I could have wished, for everything to be different…

One, two, three and uncountable times I have regret hurting you.

One, two, three and infinite apologies are not enough to revert time.

I couldn’t wish to the vain skies under a meteor shower.

I couldn’t redeem myself during that instance.

I couldn’t do anything, but hope for a better tomorrow.

Hope that in one, two, three, or less days, you will like me as a friend once again.

Source: Mangafox
Manga: Dokuhime
Edited by me