keskiviikko 22. marraskuuta 2017

Esikoiskirjailija(?)

Kauan odotettu päivä on vihdoin täällä. Ensimmäinen painos Lainatun kohtalon kantajasta (työnimi: Salaisuuden kantaja) on täällä.

Virallinen kirjanjulkaisutilaisuus pidetään viikon päästä ja sen jälkeen kirja on vapaasti saatavilla. Se on kustannettu BoD:in kautta.

BoD:in sivuilta kirja on jo saatavilla. Samaisille sivuille ilmestyy e-kirja parin viikon kuluessa. Siellä hinnat saattavat tuntua kovilta joten voit myös tilata kirjan suoraan minulta :) Suosittelen tätä vaihtoehtoa.

Käy toki tsekkaamassa kirjaa netissä

https://www.bod.fi/kirja/beata-reilin/lainatun-kohtalon-kantaja/9789523390812.html


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tiistai 7. marraskuuta 2017

Distance

how you can tell
what I feel 
before even I do

around the world 
over the sea
theres no distant 
that could be
between us 

I look in to your eyes
and see your thoughts
trough 'em

joten ystäväni rakkain 
älä itke mun vuoksein
nään sut pian uudestaan
ja sillä väliin 
siivet kaulassas
kertoo et oon turvassa

en vois unohtaa 
sua koskaan
joskaan
en voi kieltää
välimatkaa on vaikea sietää

keskiviikko 1. marraskuuta 2017

Who am I?

What would I learn
Or should I turn
Around and around
What would I found
When the clock strikes ten
I face my end
I would love to vanish
Be found in Paris
But you can't find me
Cose I don't exist
Can you see me
When I leave
Do you even care
When you can't find me anywhere
Because I am gone
Before the dawn
Would you even cry
When I die
Would it be true
Or just too cruel
Do you love me at all
Even when I fall
Cross the bridge
To the creepy fridge
Where you have hide
The love you have denied
From me at any cost
And so the hope is lost

Disappointment to all
Great silent wall
Locked in her private tower
Whit the dying flower
She's all alone
Crying please no
Take it all away
I can't continue this way
I have to grow up
To win the war of luck

WHO AM I?



sunnuntai 8. lokakuuta 2017

In the past

The little girl 
I used to be
Beautiful ballerina 
that was me

Twirling in my tutu
dancing with my heart 
dreaming big dreams 
innocence as my guard 
I want to feel 
the movement 
and the rhythm
in my feet
Want to dance 
like butterfly
but still in the beat

I miss the days
when I made miracles
with my feet 
And I loved every 
second
it was like my own feat
I miss the days 
when I rosed on my toes
spread my arms 
I felt like I was flying

But now I am tided up
and my feet 
are frozen 
they won't dance ever again

Those days are over
and for me
dancing is in the past 
forever

maanantai 11. syyskuuta 2017

Pelko

Viikunapuun alla
tuuli ulvoo kaipaamalla
Hyytävä täysikuu
suden ulvonta nauruks muuttuu
hyeena hyppää selkääsi
nauraa perääsi

Sinä pelkäät
historian toistavan itsensä
eikä sitä suurempaa
pelkoa olekaan

haluan ulos tästä
pienestä laatikosta
kivensisästä
peruskalliosta
enkä ymmärrä

kuinka voisin
nähdä silmilläsi
kun suljet ne
kaikelta pahalta

Etkö näe pelkoa
joka sisintäni kirveltää
se syö minua sisältä
eikä ymmärrä
mikä on minulle parasta

tiistai 5. syyskuuta 2017

Who doesn't want to grow up

Who's the little girl up there
Little wooden house in the tree
You can lift her down 
But you can't keep her from the dark
Because she'll run away from the light
She's afraid of the life
She hides and doesn't want to be found
Sick game of hide and seek
The little girl who doesn't wanna grow up
Dreams at night for a place where she can fly
When you ask her what she want's to do when she grows up
She answers to you
I'll never grow up I just get older
She just want's to dance and sing
Never become an adult 
She'll fly to the Never land
But she can't grow wings to fly free
Instead she has been tide still whit ropes
And she looks up to the night full of stars
Dark soft silk of the sky
The shining bridge of the lonely moon
Sun that she wishes could rise from West and set down to the East
And days would go backwards 
Years rolling back away
She hides her little nose in the books 
So she doesn't have to see the reality
Library is her sanctuary 
She's exotic bird
Rare butterfly and
Fragile fairy
Little girl who doesn't want to be found
Who plays in the tree house
Loves words and eats them like candy
And over her falls deep darkness
She looks up and sees the sky falling down

tiistai 29. elokuuta 2017

Happy ever after

When the world ended I red Romeo and Juliet. When the world ended my last thought was that I didn’t get my happy ending. I was awake all night and searched happy endings, because I knew that I wasn’t gonna get my own happy ever after.

The noise made my ears hurt, but I still couldn’t believe it was real. I had to go to the window and look outside. I couldn't believe my eyes. But it was true. Every last bit of it. . .

If you don't look up

And you still think you need someone. Someone to keep you safe. To keep you out of trouble. Someone who lurks around the corners and talk to you when everyone here looks trough you. To take you in her arms and take you away. But she'll eventually kill you and take your skin and your dream. You know if you just had one. I heard you had a dream one that kept you alive. One you always believed in no matter what. It took years to broke you down. Day by day you got up and tried your hardest. And you still would if your heart wouldn't be broken. You tried you hardest and they told you you were nobody. You were broken and you were nothing. And eventually you came to be all those things.
"You really thought that they liked you as you were. And you are not good enough for anyone. And you know it, don't you. But remember you can still keep going if you don't lift you head, because then you don't see everyones judging looks", says the voice inside you. And you go and believe, well yourself really.

Because it is only your voice inside your head. Your own conclusions from the looks you get. The whispers behind your back and the laughter. The laughter that still haunts you all tough their gone. You'll never see them in the hallways again. Only option is run into them in the bus. But you can know for sure that they won't never see you again. They won't regagnais you or even see you sitting there all alone.

And don't forget all the people around you. They care for you. Sort of at least. But you're never gonna see the rainbow if you don't look up.