Reflecting on the years that have passed since my transformation I am reminded of regrets this evening.  Why do my thoughts travel this way? I opened up one of my favorite books of poetry.   The collection of poems is Mountain Interval by Robert Frost.

 

In my favorite poem “The Road Not Taken”, he writes of two roads both well worn through the years and not recently travelled on.  He ponders which road he will choose.  He makes his choice and in his later years…

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IF YOUR LIFE WERE A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?

So, here's how it works:

1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)

2. Put it on shuffle

3. Press play

4. For every question, type the song that's playing

5. When you go to a new question, press the next button

6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool.



Opening Credits: Thong Song by Sisqo

Waking Up: Lost In Stereo by All Time Low

First Day At School: F*ckin'…

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Tia's transformation went very smoothly.  I showed her how to hunt and to keep to the shadows.

 

I admit now I was a little apprehensive in bringing her home to Amun and Kebi. I was unsure how they would react to another member of our group. As well as, I left without letting them know.

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     ~He looks into the face of...~ Emi Kurokawa!He hasn't seen her in years!He thinks"She hasn't changed a bit.Which, after all this time...Is VERY abnormal."He stares at the figure in front of him.Examining her from head to toe he sees her long,black hair still waist lenght.Her silver eyes,as always, containing that startling blue color extending around the black pupil.Her lips muted to an inviting shade of red.Emi's skin tone pale as a winter moon but as delicate as a white lily.He…

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After being repeatedly told that I shouldn't go out looking for Tia because The Volturi would be looking for me. I decided that I had waited far to long and was worried about her. Knowing that my uncle was killed while Amun stole me, I didn't know what had happened to Tia and if she was all right or suffering. I couldn't bear it if she was suffering.

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  A girl.Asleep...Or so the world believes.She's fallen off the road and down the mountain.She's collapsed into her own(What's them emotion?Sadness?No.Depression?Maybe.But it's more.It's hatred!)Hatred.To human-kind.To what she's become.A vampire.She doesn't recall how.Or why,but she is.The girl stands up with a wobbley start,but is able to stand all the same.Her silver-blue eyes look around,taking in her surroundings.She sees tan stems of grass,almost calf height.Green stalks of bamboo.The…

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My friend wrote this poem about the Day of Silence. Which was on 4.15.11. This really shows how I feel about the subject. The Day of Silence is one day where LGBT or LGBT Allys are silent. For one whole day you don't speak, for all the people who can't say who they really are or how they really feel because of bullying or discrimination.

Day of Silence

 

For a day…

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Forgotten Cut



(Title inspired from a Men's Journal magazine article title with the same title)



Time marches on as do we, though slower than most, we are not immune to time as most may think.

As we go through the paces, we lose sight of that which was sacred to us... humanity.

Some let it go completely. Perhaps they were misguided as humans and do not want to remember. Some try to hold onto it by keeping their stories written down. We do forget over time.…

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Spring has always been one of my favorite seasons. When I was a kid, I just saw it as the time of year where all snow melted and air all around got warmer. We could start storing away all heavy winter clothing and wear lighter clothes the closer we got to summer. The part I preferred however was that we would soon start to be able to go play in the water on the beach and not only climbing trees or play in the woods. My perspective on it changed and got clearer when I started phasing. As my… Continue

 

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I will lend you for a little while

A child of mine He said

For you to love while he lives

And mourn for when he's dead…

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