The comics are actually cool...SPECIALLY THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY...

Hey, guys, have you ever read the Umbrella Academy? You should! It's FUCKING GREAT! Believe me, I'm not comic-maniac or something, but that...THAT WAS THE BEST! I wanted to read it since JANUARY, but it's really hard to find the Umbrella Academy in my country. You know, no one is reading here, and the ones who reed comics... like some bullshit like Spiderman and other craps. Me? I love books and comics, where's A LOT OF blood in the story, action, gunshots and stuff like that. No one reads THAT. So, the publishers aren't interesting of publishing comics like that, they know that nobody's gonna read them anyway. But they should read Umbrella Academy. Do you know who's written it? Gerard Way, the lead vocalist of MCR. He is the smartest guy I've ever knew, he sings, writes music, writes stories, draws, paints...I really admire him. Anyway, let's go back on the subject. The story is something like that: Forty-three extraordinary kids were born in really special circumstances-their mothers had shown no signs of pregnancy before the birth. Then a man, who's actually a space alien, sent on a mission to take the kids and train them for saving the world, found only seven of them, abandoned them and took them to a place, called The Umbrella Academy. The children had some special superpowers. They grew up with Hargreeves (that's the space alien's name) and they had that missions for saving the world from different threats. About thirty years after, they got together again, because their "father" died and they had another danger to do with... There two parts of the story-Apocalypse Suite and Dallas. I think Dallas is cooler, actually, but you SHOULD read them both! They are amazing and really brutal sometimes. So, that was my reading advise for you, kids. Bad Blood/Peace Cobain.

Let me for forgiveness

Hi, brain-havers, it's me again-Peace Cobain, or you can call me Bad Blood now. I haven't wrote since... I don't know, it's been long time since I wrote here for the last time. But don't be mad at me-now I'm killjoy and a killjoy ONLY, so I write more in my other blog. But I won't forget this one, I promise! This is one of my poems, called "Let me for forgiveness":

Let me for forgiveness

Let me…

Let me be an animal insane

Let me be a burning flame

Let me be a phone ringing

Let me be a singer singing

Let me bash you up and kill you

Let me tease your nerves and see you

Lie under my feet and pray

Okay, I’ll forgive you for today

But there’ll be tomorrow too

And there’s nothing else to do

Let me be a rock guitar

Let me be a shooting star

Let me… I’ll forgive you

If you want me to.

Feed my mind with pills and food

Cage it, raise, look it good

Give me to the crocodiles

Then forget me for awhile

Remember the forgotten

Forget the memorized

Through the window throw your letter

To jump or not-that doesn’t matter.

See the future in my eyes

Won the winnings, lost the fights

Lose the lossless

Find the nothing

Search the useless

Broke the boring

Get together with your head

And then break up with your heart

No more getting sad

Only getting smart

Contrition. Absolution.

Recognition. Self-destruction.

Reborn. Recycle. Rewrite.

Is there a word “resee”?!

And is anybody listening to me?

It’s cold outside

It’s cold in me.

Refuse to fight

the way it will be

To be or not to be?

That ISN’T the question

I can’t find an answer

Find only a rejection

Let me…

Let me smiling face

Let me hide in safety place

Let me be a joke in book

Let me be a puzzled look

Let me be a flying fish

Let me be a worthless wish

Let me be the last goodbye

of a person, who will die

Let me have a look in you

Let me be in desert too

Let me love, let me hate

Let me come and leave too late

Let me… or don’t do it

Decide now. Decide fast. For last…

Look me in the eyes

Do you know what I’m thinking?

Do you know what I’m dreaming for?

Do you know or you just guess…

Let me be your hidden thoughts

carefully folded up in a box

This isn’t real

This is a dream!

Let me scream!

Wake me up.

P.S: We’ll see about tomorrow…

I'm not only a writer...

Hello, brothers and sisters. I am lazy and bored today, so i won't write much. I'm not in a poem mood... PLUS, we had TWO exams today-Maths and Geography- and my math teacher made me do one test more, 'cause I finished mine in about 10 minutes. Well, I don't have any mistakes (that's me-the best fuckin student in my class, which is just killing me, 'cause everybody hate me about that) but I'm a little bit nervous about the Geography, cause there was some really tricky questions... You see-the day is fucked-up. So, I won't damage your heads today (hurray!). I'll just post some of my drawings. Here are my "beautiful" creations: These guys here are: Gerard Way (MCR); Kurt Cobain (Nirvana); Gerard Way again; And Kurt Cobain again...; Dave Grohl (Nirvana & Foo Fighters). I know the quality isn't that good, but my camera is a junk and i can't make good photos. Nevermind, nobody's gonna see them anyway. I'm not blind, I CAN see that that blog isn't much popular. I don't care, I do it for my own, not for the others. BUT if you see it, can you give me your opinion for my drawings? Thanks! Your dear mind-ripper and lovehater-Peace Cobain.

R.I.P.

On 5th of April (which was yesterday), 1994 Kurt Cobain died. Shot in the head. :( Let's honour him and remember what he did for the rock music... Here are parts of lyrics of his songs, which make me think that he is the best poet on earth since Shakespeare:

Come as you are, as you were, As I want you to be As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy. Take your time, hurry up The choice is yours, don't be late. Take a rest, as a friend, as an old memory-yeah memory-yeah

I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends They're in my head I'm so ugly, but that's okay, 'cause so are you We broke our mirrors

And one more special message to go And then I'm done, then I can go home I love myself better than you I know it's wrong so what should I do?

I'm worse at what I do best And for this gift I feel blessed Our little group has always been And always will, until the end

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet Cut myself on angel's hair and baby's breath

Skin the sun Fall asleep Wish away The soul is cheap Lesson learned Wish me luck Soothe the burn Wake me up I'm not like them But I can pretend The sun is gone But I have a light My day is done But I'm having fun I think I'm dumb Maybe just happy

The lyrics are from:

Come as you are, Lithium, On a plain, Smells like teen spirit, Heart-shaped box, Dumb.

A minute silence for Kurt. Rest in peace.

Time of losing

Hi there, Little Red Riding Hoods!Guess who it is?Peace Cobain, of course. This one's called "Time of losing" and it isn't (what a surprise!) for crazy people.It's about...I don't know how to explain... well, about a game.The Game Of Life. Read and bleed!:P

TIME OF LOSING LEVEL 1. It’s time to fight, it’s time to choose to win again or to lose Every game has an end You're walking alone in a stranger's land You can't scream, you can't talk Stop to think.Then walk. You think over every move Jump through the window or the roof. Fall and fly. Live or die. Reborn again: "The winning is mine!" This is cheating!It's not fare! You will beat me...Don't you dare! Cut off my wings with flower smell What does it brings? Angels in hell. Moaning. breathing, screaming, dreaming Flying, lying... Dying. LEVEL 2. Wrong or right Choose to fight. It's time to lose and see the light. Spin your eyes Truth and lies. To live or n or not to live? That is the question. To die or not to die? That doesn't need an answer. Brain.Heart.Liver. You're floating into a black river. Eyes. Thoughts. Soul. It's not the right time to kill us all. You want to cheat me? Think again! You want to beat me? Okay, then! The game just started- take your time.Have a seat. Get a target. Aim and hit. Shoot your killer Kill your sister Read a thriller Play the "Twister" Your best friend died Take it over! Hide or fight? Drunk or sober? Provoke me later I'm busy now. We'll fight together like pig and cow. Lion eating little lamb. Tiger killing people in a war camp. Stand against your friends Stand against your brothers Burn up your motherlands Forgot your childhood and your mother. Torture.Smile. Stop thinking. You realize that is too much the alcohol you're drinking. LEVEL 3. Drown me, squeeze me, lacerate me Tear me, tease me Don't forget me. Lost and loseless. Done or useless. Empty space. Errors erased. Seen and been Terrible scene. Are you provoking me or not? Trust me-I don't like you a lot. Look at me and tell me-do you think I'll fail? 'Cause I don't think so, pal! Defend yourself, 'cause I will come and make you run back home to mum. I will watch your body burn Just another lesson learned. Play with me, count to three. If you win-you're free If you lose-we'll see... It's your turn to lose I know your future moves. Throw the die and you will die Wrong move? A point for me! You're losing Can't you see! Checkmate! The game is over... Your prize is a knife in the head... NEW GAME? YES/NO

Am I forgetting something? I don't think so. Happy Loser day, kids!Game just started...Wait for more. Peace.

Hi, there freaks!This is my recent brain killer or whatever you call it!Hope you like it!

Halloween!

Halloween!Halloween!

It`s more scary than it seems.

Halloween!Halloween!

It`s the best thing you`ve ever seen!!!

Ghost and scary witches,

which one is the creepest?

Dark shadows, long black hair...

This is a nightmare!

Halloween!Halloween!

It`s more scary than it seems.

Blond girl, ballerina

wearing boots in pink.

Is she crazy!?!

What does she thinks?

Here they come.

Zombies, witches, ghost.

Who will scare you the most?

They are not the same from bedtime stories.

From their glories

they want to escape.

Harmless, a?

No, not anymore.

Heartless thow.

Be careful!

A head rolls down the street.

This will definatly scare the priest.

Grab the fork and the knife.

This will change your live.

Hide behind the tree!

See two witches, or maybe three.

You can`t recognize them in the dark.

If you just had a spark!

Thank god you`re alive!

Don`t fool yourself a lot.

Grab the knife you left

in that zombies head.

Oops!Sorry for the eye!

You won`t need it if you die.

But you`re dead already.

I forgot again.

And that`s because i don`t have any brain!

Halloween!Halloween!

It`s more scary than it seems.

Here comes the black parade.

To fuckin` win

or to loose?

God darm it!

You choose.

If you run he`ll catch you.

If he catches you, you`ll die

no matter if you have his eye.

OK.NOW WHAT?

EU!You might a pot!

Maybe, it`s not so bad on the other side.

It`s better than to hide.

***

Ten minutes later...

At least, you don`t look

like Dart Vaider.

Someone yells from the village.

Sounds good.

Like screaming food...

It`s FUCKIN` scary than it seems...

***

Medications don't work

Hello, blood-drinking rock 'n' rollers!Peace Cobain is back!I haven't written since Friday, 'cause I wasn't in town, but now I'm back to shock you with my new poem, which I wrote yesterday night.You'll like it, because it's about psychos like me and (maybe) like you.You know-the crazy stuff aren't fashionable now, but they're still cool. By the way, this is planned for lyrics of a song, but I haven't written the music yet... So-read the following paragraph:

Medications don’t work...

I woke up tonight

and I saw white light

I’m sure I wasn’t dreaming

I’m sure that I was there

Why this scalpel’s in my face?!

Don’t touch me! Don’t you dare!

Close the eyes

Anesthetic

Leave me alone!

I’m not sick! ...

Am I?

I’m not insane!

I am okay!

Escape from there

Confuse and stare…

Pills, pills, pills

They are all the same

Pills, pills, pills

They don’t help you when you’re sane

Here comes the morgue

But I’m not there, thank god!

I am in the next door

But I’ve just saw the blood

Bleeding from my head

Trickle on the floor

On the hospital bed

I’m trying to sleep, but I snore…

Doctor, nurse, am I dead?

“No, that’s just the damage in your head.”

Help me, help me, please!

I think that I have fleas.

It’s just the damage in my head…

I wish that I was dead.

Am I?

Pills, pills, pills

I refuse to take them, ‘cause I’m sane!

Pills, pills, pills

I won’t take the blame!

Who is there?

It’s late at night.

Play unfair

Turn off the lights

I hear the doctors screaming

I hear footsteps that make me creep

The jumping sheep I am counting

can not make me sleep

Time of death?

Eleven thirty

It’s in my head…

The sheets are dirty.

Wait and wait

I’m not dead…

Am I?

Pills, pills, pills

I took them, I want more

Pills, pills, pills

I took two…three…four…

I’m happy now

but not for long

Crash in the wall

Leave me alone!

I have to leave

To escape

I have to breathe

before it’s too late

What are the pills for?

I don’t want them, no!

Throw them on the floor

I lied that I had more.

I hate this place

I’m not crazy…

Am I?

Pills, pills, pills

Throw them through the window now

Pills, pills, pills

I want to run, but I don’t know how.

I’m in the operation room

Lying on the slab

Surgeon, surgeon!

This is urgent!

I’m bleeding bad.

Is it just in my head?

I’m so sad

Soon I will be dead.

I don’t want your stupid pills

And your dumb injections

I don’t need the medications

I just want to kill…

I grabbed the scalpel…

Leave me! I’m okay! ...

Am I?

Pills, pills, pills

I would take an overdose

Pills, pills, pills

But I don’t need them anymore…

I’m alone now

I’m in a strait-jacket

I want to run, I don’t know how

I am isolated

I’m hearing noises

But now I’m sure:

They’re in my head

My biggest concern

The doctors are saying

That I went insane

And now I don’t blame them-

they are all the same…

I found the freedom in myself

I smiled. Now I know-I AM crazy…

I am.

Pills, pills, pills

I want more, can’t get enough

Pills, pills, pills

I hate, ‘cause I can’t love…

And because I’m insane…

I am.

It will be so stoned song, I know, I know. But maybe it will be good with nice rock or punk music for background. For now that's it. I like writing stuff like that and-like it or not, I don't fuckin care-I'll publish it in this blog. Wait for more and wish me good luck with the music (I won't compose it NOW, but maybe soon, I don't know) I'm leaving you now kids, alone with the noises in your heads. Don't be afraid of dark!Peace Cobain.

"Santa's here!"

Hello, psychos! It's Peace Cobain.Today I'll write you a new poem, called "Santa 's here!"I know, I know, it's spring and I'm writing for X-mass, but I thought that would be cool idea and decided-I'll write it and I'll write it now.So listen up:

SANTA’S HERE!

Hide! Hide! Under the bed!

You heard footsteps in front of the door

You don’t know who is that

but you better get down on the floor

Big red boots

Long white beard

Walking into the woods

Can you feel the fear?

Santa’s here! Santa’s here!

Lock the door and swallow the key

Stop crying, kid! Just run away!

Because it’s X-mass today

It’s dark in the hall

But the fire is burning

Blood on the wall

And you hear him moving

Do you still want toys

like the other boys?

No, because you know

you’ll get an axe with a bow

Your life was wild and that’s the prize

For the running out from class

‘Cause you often run from school

I’m telling you-this isn’t cool

Because now he’s coming for your soul

He won’t give you only a coal…

The bed Santa Claus.

Santa’s here! Santa’s here!

Lock the door and swallow the key

Stop crying, kid! Just run away!

Because your last day may be today…

You are hiding behind the door

And you hear him moving on the next floor

Do you have a fireplace?

You looked the fire-saw his face…

He will catch you! Hurry up!

Stop screaming! Just shut up!

He has an axe and it’s sharp

He is hiding in the dark

You hear him laughing:

“Ho! Ho! Ho!”

But sounds evil

Not happy. No…

Santa’s here! Santa’s here!

Lock the door and swallow the key

Stop crying, kid! Just run away!...

You will meet the death today.

Who’s behind you?

Hurry! Watch out!

The bed Santa smiled…

Run! Run! Run…Ough…

Oups. Now who will clean this?

He carefully wiped his axe…

Ho! Ho! Ho! Marry X-mass! And good night…

forever…

X X X

(I lost the “L” somewhere…)

Well, junkies, murderers and other UFO-s...It's spring, the birds are singing and you are out of danger.But when the winter come...Watch out kids.See ya!