"Soldier X"

Soldier X is about a boy 16 year old named Erik Brandt who lives in Vilsburg, Germany and has been sent into the second world war in the year 1947. He was going to the location of the battles he was going to fight but then the transportation trucks were being shot by Russian fighter jets and only a few survived. He had to take a train to Russia instead since the trucks were destroyed along with a few of the people on board. He met the german officer Doblemann who's face was messed up due to a grenade going off near his face. They got to the location where the wars were happening and Erik was dubbed the interrogator since his Russian was flawless. Erik and his friends were assigned a room dug out in a trench to stay into meanwhile the war was still off in the distance. That is when the unimaginable happened, the war had reached his location. There were explosions everywhere and Erik's friends were being killed off by the second, he could do nothing but fight for his own life for Doblemann had told him to shoot or be shot himself. He was shooting the enemy forces counting every shot as he went and found himself hauling grenades. That is when the tanks started coming in. All seemed lost when he had been hit by a grenade and shot a couple of times. But then he woke up in the trench when he heard the Soviet Union shooting off the Germans that were still alive in the trench. Erik was terrified and found a Russian boy that was dead about the same size as him. He took the boy's uniform and gear and struggled his way through the town of Arleni. He was almost to away from everything and safe until he was found by one of his own kind but he was wearing the Russian uniform and was shot at by the German and was hit in the stomach but then a shot was heard nearby and the German fell, got up and another shot was heard and he fell again. Erik was saved by a Russian and he started to lose consciousness. He woke up in a Russian hospital and he was bandaged up being taken care of. He met a few friends and the most important girls he had ever met in his life. Her name was Tamara, she was the same age as Erik and had many beautiful features to him. She took care of him in the hospital and she eventually started to grow closer to him. But then there was an alert that the war had reached the zone of Arleni that they were in. They had yo leave as soon as possible for the hospital was already being bombarded. They loaded up into trucks and tried to leave the ward but the trucks were being destroyed and Erik was left alone with Tamara and Sergo to wander off into the unknown world to escape the war and find peace, perhaps in America. They reached Poland and passed through ending up eventually in Czechoslovakia. They found a kind elderly lady that gave them a home that to them seemed to be a sanctuary. They stayed there until that town was being bombarded as well. They tried to flee in a car but the car was hijacked by a German soldier. They were once again on their own. They ran into a forest when a thick fog came over and lost the two into a white world. The unimaginable happened once again when soldier's footsteo were heard coming their way and the soldiers found them and attacked in fear that they would strike before they would. Erik and Tamara both fell to the ground wounded by the guns. That is when they both lost consciousness. Erik woke up in a room of white and a nurse started to speak to him in English. He ranted in English saying he wanted to see Tamara but he was given a shot to be put to sleep. He woke up and his left arm was amputated. He was too embarrassed to have Tamara see him but she came in and gugged him telling him that she was in love with him. That is when they eventually got married back in Vilsburg and moved to America. That is when the story ended.

Travis Aurion

Name: Travis Aurion

Age: Young Adult About 21 years old with no job and finished High School

Main Trait: Outcast, Very Serious

Humanizing Trait: The only one without a chip embedded in his brain so he can choose to either do wrong or go against wrongdoing.

Profession: Highly skilled fighter (Has mastered all weapons of the past before the chips were invented)

Address: Nomadic (Likes to set up shelter in forests and hidden places of nature)

Values:Earth(Nature), Life, Sword Skills, And Writing

Foil:His alter ego (Thanial Alexander Black)

Obsession:Saving people and keeping them content with their lives as well as writing for the people

Goal:To provide written art to the people as well as to keep watch over those people

Idol:Miranda Setsuka (Previous guardian of the people who became a goddess that nobody knows about)

Epitaph:"Mysterious Bard (Poet) Who Saved Humanity"

Internal Conflict: Thanial constantly tries to take over Travis

Interpersonal Conflict: He must not be found living in the forest by others or he must leave that world.

Best Part About Travis: he can get rid of all the bad people that try to take over and leave that world but there is risk that the chips become defective yet again.

Movie Review

I-Robot, a movie where everyone lives in the year 2012 and everyone enjoys life with the new robots that came out that help people in everyday life except one person. Del Spooner. He had a little bad experience with a robot years ago which lead him to the dislike of all technology of that day and lives 2004 style. Then he just goes driving along one day and gets attacked by robots and soon realizes they aren't following the three laws of robotics anymore and was right about the grudge he held against him. This action packed movie will have you at the edge of your seat and have you hooked throughout the whole movie while trying to figure out the mystery of the murder of the one who created all the robots.

If I Were In Haiti

People screaming, screaming. You look everywhere trying to see through the thick tear gas being released into the ravenous crowd of rioting people. You run, the tear gas gets to you faster than you can run and become blinded. You trip over a person and you are lying on the ground. Loud bangs from the guns of the police firing rubber bullets into the crowd. Though in horrible pain, they still go on, going for what they want, just trying to survive. You get up and run through the mob, there is a cut on your forehead, bruises all over you, you're just trying to get by in the crowd. You manage to get out, you go back a few feet and look back at the people rioting, there are ambulances on the outsides of the crowds loading people into the back to be taken care of inside. You wonder why people are doing this, and then you get that sharp pain in your stomach. You then understand, you're tired of this pain, this unjustified way of living, You run back, you try smashing through the gates as well. You're hit by a rubber bullet, you fall in shock and pain. You are stampeded by the crowd. You then think to yourself, I can die if I keep going... but I will die if I don't anyway, there isn't enough to eat. I guess it's better to die trying, than to die sitting there dong nothing to solve your problems.

Dead Boy's Poem

Born from silence, silence full of it
A perfect concert, my best friend
So much to live for, so much to die for
If only my heart had a home

Sing, what you can't say
Forget, what you can't play
Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes
Walk within my poetry, this dying music
- My loveletter to nobody

Never sigh for better world
It's already composed, played and told
Every thought, the music I write
Everything, a wish for the night

Wrote for the eclipse, wrote for the virgin
Died for the beauty, the one in the garden
Created a kingdom, reached for the wisdom
Failed in becoming a god

Never sigh for better world
Its already composed, played and told
Every thought, the music I write
Everything, a wish for the night

"If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it
Remember only the verse, songmaker's cry the one without tears
For I've given this its strength and it has become my only strength.
Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortality
where being wanted became a thrill I never knew
The sweet piano writing down my life"

"Teach me passion, for I fear it's gone
Show me love, hold the lorn
So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me
I'm sorry
Time will tell (this bitter farewell)
I live no more to shame nor me nor you
And you... I wish I didn't feel for you anymore..."

A lonely soul...
...An ocean soul...
...To stand between the moon...
...And the shining sea...

To some it is a plant. A simple plant. But look at it this way, it sort of looks like an exotic bird, doesn't it?

A wall, the side you can see a bit more seems to be dull. Look over the wall. You see much more. Light, a tree house,and plant life. Why is this separated? Do they not want the ones who live on the "dull" side on the "bright" side...?

1, 2, 5.
What are these numbers? Is this how many years you'll live to be? Is that the answer to all questions? Funny how a simple line of three digits can make you ask so many questions that may never be answered.

I stood on top of a fountain and looked over to take a picture and it sort of looks like a mansion of some sort. With the garden in front of a pool and enormous windows to see it all outside. Imagine living there, it makes you feel wealthy doesn't it?

Yet another tree, I was laying down and I took a picture of a sky. Once I looked at the picture, too my surprise, I saw a tree looking over me that I did not notice.

A tree, it looks big, but it may not be. I am not saying it small. But what does it look like to you? The angle was out of my choice and I really seemed to like it.

All these signs say danger, warning, be careful. They forewarn you of death, but there is nothing else. Why don't pool signs just ever say anything about enjoying your time swimming instead of making you a little more scared of entering.

"No Alcohol Allowed"
To some people, it may seem like a good thing, but there are many people out there who like to drink. These signs may make them feel unwelcome to places with signs like these.

A piano, or a keyboard. They both produce the same beautiful sounds but one has keys made of plastic, the other wood. By looking, can you tell?

This I found really interesting, just a long hallway with a few lights for guidance. A door resides at the end that can hold many secrets within. The possibilities are endless.

Picture Two

There was only these blossoms left on this tree while the rest seemed to be dead branches.

Picture One

This picture is a lamp post found outside of my home.

"Mulan, Through The Looking Glass"

被一個二千歲的中國人鼓勵傳奇
(Inspired by a 2,000 year old legend)
"Mulan" is a story which is seemingly the Chinese Joan of Arc how she went to battle the Mongolians instead of her father trying to keep him from dying. As Katherine Kim once said, "The woman Warrior, or the Heroine, raised my fist in the air. She was a virtuous, bad-a__ sista."I also half agree (because I would not call her a "bad-a__ sista") but the rest is as she said to me.

How Can We Help The Border Regions?

A way we can help regions is by having some sort of Pollution Removal program and have more community service to make the environment better for the future of the others who are staying there. It would also give a warm welcome to whoever comes as an immigrant illegal or not, at least we can tell them in some way that we don't want them to be in a dangerous dirty place. There are few who will be able to find a good place to settle so we can have some sort of shelter for those who need a place to stay and no one will be able to ask whether they are legal or not for it is discrimination to not let them in. (Or so I at least believe so) Also, (Though HTHCV is already giving it a shot) we can help the orphans by delivering some toys or gifts to the orphanage. All of this is not hard and wont cost a lot at all. It is only helping, and although the world is hard to change, at least we are making a starting change.

Nymphetamine Lyrics

 Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A 'V' of black swans
On with hope to the grave
All through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones

Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain
So I swore to thy razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again

Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, a vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl

Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt
(Keeping Sodom at night at bay)

Fold to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance out to the moon
As we did in those golden days

Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay

Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your holiness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, a vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine

Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
None better
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl

How Mexico Helps The US And How It Harms the US

Mexico helps the U.S. by having immigrants (Illegal or not) taking the jobs of the people in the U.S. that they would normally not want. Unfortunately...that is all I can think of on how Mexico helps the U.S. But how Mexico harms the U.S., Mexico is constantly sending their waste and sewage into our oceans polluting the U.S. even more. Mexico also has many illegal immigrants both breaking laws and overpopulating our cities.

How Does a Border Affect us and Mexico?

What a border does to us is that it separates two countries for both good and bad reasons.
A good reason that a border is made for us is that it keeps the United States an individual country.
A bad thing for us is that if you forget your passport when you go to Tijuana, you can't come back.
(Unless you can actually show your true U.S. Identification or prove you are a U.S. citizen these days)
How a border affects Mexico is that nobody without a passport can cross and many were not born with papers of Identification or a birth certificate making it nearly impossible to be able to get a passport.
Also when one tries crossing illegally, it is very hazardous and can most likely die trying whether of murder, sickness, or lack of water.
A border does many things, some good some bad.
But just think, what would life be like for the U.S. and Mexico without a border?

"The Dark In The Sun"

The mirror of the moon,
both on land and the sky.
Will bring out the wolves,
and they begin to cry.

The way the water shimmers,
when the moon looks itself.
The Way the water pulls,
to the moons command.

The neighboring stars,
that twinkle so bright.
Give the darkness of night,
the hope of light.

The black holes they hide,
take in what they can.
Even the light with most pride,
is blown away like a fan.

The night alone,
is just a home,
for many things unseen.

The moon of night,
even though so bright.
Can freeze the sight of earth.

So it hides away,
for the light of day.
Makes everything...
...so right......

Lyrics to "Go Into The Water"

We call out to the beasts of the sea to come forth and join us, this night is yours
Because, one day we will all be with you in the black and deep
One day we will all go into the water

Go into the water
live there die there
live there die

We reject our earthly fires
Gone are days of land empires
Lungs transform to take in water
Cloaked in scales we swim and swim on

We are alive, and we'll metamorphasize
And we'll sink as we devolve back to beasts
Our home is down here, and we've known this for years
We must conquer from the sea, we build an army with water steeds

We'll rise, from our depths down below
Release yourselves, drown with me
We will conquer land with water

Gone are days of land empires
Lungs transform to take in water
Cloaked in scales we swim and swim on
We swim on
We swim on

What Does It Mean?

What does this mean?
The world i so different.
I cannot tell.

Where do I go?
What is my purpose,
As a human on this earth?

We all have separate paths,
For we all chose a different one.
Why does this happen?

Where will we end up?
Why will we end up there?
Was our fate already chosen?

Or is it ours to choose.....?

Can we go any further,
Than we expect?
Is there any reason,

To want to be perfect.....?

What does this men?
Where will we go?
What if somebody,

Doesn't wish to even go.....?