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Ascension [poem]

Stir of echos, darkened souls;

I see perfection inside your flaws.

Your gentle smile, your golden hair,

A whisper telling me beware

Within my nightmares – sweetest dreams;

I hide from truth, I drink blood streams.

I learn to scream, I learn to fail.

A whisper tells me sweet … beware.


Comic Art: Ethereal Details

I can’t say I am a big fan of comics.. besides a few chapters of The Darkness and The Walking Dead – I didn’t indulge myself into anything. And I hear there are a few titles worth anyone’s time.

Maybe I should read some. With artworks like this.. who doesn’t love spiders?


0d4aecdd93656d8ae1dfa257d4b0b399Filled with delight…
A storm, a love, a fight,
A blackness in the light.
My morning in the night.

Your eyes whisper the rain.
I see you, want you again,
Embrace me, dark profane!
The blood kisses the vein…

And often I fall for you,
With lies that seem so true.
And calm, and beautifully cruel
My moon that now looks through.

[Last Seen..] #001

I used to write articles about movies, anime, documentaries and all sorts of videos I’ve watched… Keeping a list with things that I enjoy most. I’ve been thinking about re-watching lots of shows but honestly I cannot remember all of these.
But here is a small list with what I’ve seen recently and my perceptions upon the shows.

I am a huge horror maniac. I mean I like how reality can become a nightmare in an instant. I am listening to the Penumbra: Overture soundtrack while I am writing this. :)) (which is my favorite horror game).

I like stories, I like the fact that imagination has an important role in all productions, and creativity takes work to unimaginable portions of high grounds. And at the top you find the best stories.

One of the movies that I have a thing for is The Ring. I have the books, I’ve seen the American versions along with the Japanese ones. I just love the story. Horror – warped reality of a sad love story. We have a strange event.. A young healthy girl dies after watching a videotape. A family ruined, a future destroyed. On the other hand we have a couple that gets closer again after being apart for a while only to see them part ways again. We have paranoia, we have extremes, we have puzzles since no one knows at first what exactly is going on out there. But I still consider the books to be greater that any of The Ring movie.

Another one of my favorites was Dead Silence. Ventriloquists, puppets, darkness, everything you want in just one movie. Also produced by those who made the Saw series. Again we have loss, we have detective work in order to find an inconvenient truth. A vengeful spirit that lives inside dolls in order to kill.

Open Grave. In order not to spoil anything I will not talk much about it. I’ve seen it twice. You have to see it too. It s dramatical, psychological, a true masterpiece of a film. What would you do if you wake up in a pit full of dead bodies, with no memory of who you are of what happened to you? It is a linear puzzle of discovering your own identity while trying to remember your past. A very good movie.

I also saw Fifty Shades of Grey, Last Days on Mars, Evidence, REC, Munich, Unfriended, The Experiment and a bunch of shorts. Currently I am watching an anime called Amaenaide-yo! and also I started re-watching the first season of Hana Yori Dango – Japanese drama.

I guess I keep myself busy.. not much to do since it is very hot outside…

For today I planned to enjoy some zombie movies along with some very cold, almost frozen beers. Cheers!

Photography: The Real Heroes

They say heroes only exist in fiction works and that this world never accepted the true meaning of the concept. I say heroes are those who manage to accept themselves as being useful to the surrounding elements and people. Creativity, goodness and morality makes you a hero.

Original Story: Past Midnight [Part 1]

A short story called Past Midnight. Right now I’m just experimenting with some ideas but this will be written more elaborated in Romanian and I will try to get it published. Because English is my second language – creating literature isn’t my best point. But still…I want to write this.

“Finally..awake” that’s what crossed my mind when I tried to open my eyes.

The bright light from that room wasn’t much of a help for me, instead it created a barrier between what I should see and what I should understand. One thing that I was certain of was the deadly silence. Nothing disturbed my hearing.

After inspecting everything around me I realized that I was trapped into a nightmare, that some dark force brought me into suffering and misery. I was captive in a room without doors or windows. Only four white walls to keep me company…

Also there was a large mirror and apparently a locked safe, resting without worries while my subconscious started to force me into panic. I wasn’t sure which was creepier..the fact that I was sealed into a room without escape or the fact that soon – the air in here will vanish and I’ll die suffocated.

“Okay…first things first…do not panic” I told myself.

“There must be a logical explanation for this. Yes…logic and its mysteries. I’m in the middle of a puzzle and salvation rests within its solution”.

The mirror could help me get in touch with something. Apparently it can help me see myself – I am the key element. But the safe…that’s another problem. I have no idea what the combination might be and honestly I fear what might be inside of it.

Minute after minute I walked across the room trying to remember what lead me to this place and condition. Because I couldn’t answer that I started to look for clues.

“I know you’re there watching over me. Just what did you left behind for me to find? What’s your plan?”.

But nothing…there was nothing that got into my attention. No symbols, no written signs, nothing.

“Goddamn. Why am I here in the first place…what is the meaning of this”. My patience was at a limit. I fell down and started to scream.

“It would be impossible for me to find an exit without help. It can’t end like this…I shouldn’t be here”. Of course this was a cliche used by the guilty. Nothing is random, everything is meant to fit into it’s original place. Me resting withing this chamber was a way of destiny saying welcome home.

So I decided to take things from the beginning. There were three subjects in this room – a symbolic number probably. First, the mirror – a reflection of something…yes…a representation of truth.

“Mirror’s don’t lie. If there is an answer..only the mirror could offer it to me. Obviously there is something I’m not aware of, something I didn’t noticed yet”.

Secondly – the safe. An enigma. A locked safe always carries something important, crucial, vital.

“Information or probably a helpful tool, I don’t, but I have to find out. If the safe it’s here – I must find the code to open it”.

A codebreaker – a new definition for my person. I never thought that this would bring a significance to my life. Well if the safe contains means of survival then I must open it.

I started to feel thirsty which was a bad sign since I had no water with me. I had to work fast on this enigma before the lack of food and water would cause hallucinations. With a sense of justice imprinted in my brain I approached the mirror carefully. This was where the mystery began…right here I was supposed to find the escape route.

The only thing I could see was my reflection – my red, tired eyes, my face trying to decipher an existential puzzle, my hands shaking because of natural curiosity.

“Well…tell me what to do” I said to myself. But there was no reply…

[to be continued…]

First Post: 2012

So – new year people – 2012 – the year when they say it’s all going to end.

Yeah..right. I know that the Mayan in charge with that calendar died and the others were too lame-ass and busy to continue – therefore here’s an explanation why the Mayan calendar ended this year.

I know also that these are rough times – for me and for many others. But let’s just smile a bit. I have expectations from this year – change a lot of things.

I just ended up writing a short SF story called Amfibion and I sent it to a SF magazine in the hopes of publishing. If not I’ll continue writing til someone will appreciate my creativity and need of writing.

As for this year – I’ll give up some habits – which obviously didn’t make me a better person but they dragged me down. I’ll find new friends, I’ll listen to music all the time. I’ll change my look, my style, I’ll get a tattoo and yes – I’ll change my glasses with something similar that Skrillex is wearing. Bitches.

As for now I’ll leave you in the company of a great song that plays on my PC right now.