Now that I’ve watched it for the umpteenth time, 

I don’t think Taemin killed them? I think it was a genuine accident. When the car blows up, you can see 4 of them running to the car in a panic, and if you match their clothing, it is SHINee minus Minho. Taemin was running too. 

And if you match them to the lyrics,  

“Indifferent and painful words
Left deep scars on that day
Words that made me realize
That I’m still a fool

If only I can erase it
If only I can

I’ll go to you first

At the end of a different road.”

I think Minho and the girl died and Taemin regrets fighting with them just before their last moments, like the last memories that he holds of them is of them fighting and he hates that (if only he could erase it). I think different road here means the road to heaven/resurrection/the like. 

“I took you for granted
But just thinking of you not being there
I don’t want to go through that
My world would crumble”


8th house transits are dying rehearsals. Except for when we realise that dying no longer truly exists. Then we have nothing to compare this transit to. We walk in as a victim and leave as a God. We have not just died, but become intimate with death, held it, rejected it, accepted it, and learned from it. The real ‘death’ is just a game now. Because after an 8th house transit we have truly burned to the ashes, screamed, held on tightly to nothing, we have vanished and woken up the next morning, gleaming, not forgetting. An awareness is released into the individual, one which is forced to grasp the magnificence of life, the trauma of loss, the anguish of our support systems evaporating. When an outer planet, like Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto cross the 8th house, nothing in life will ever be the same. We look back on the person that begun the transit and wonder how we ever truly existed as that aperture. The whole fakery of life seems to appear. And everything hurts for what seems like centuries. It’s sort of like a labor pain, the pain of childbirth, in some way forming new life within, a new self that smells more like soul, the pain of giving this birth is of course, more than unpleasant. We have a contact with the life and death cycle that can be frightening. 

The outer planets move slowly enough to ensure we are submerged long enough to hear and receive the sacred message and initiate deep change. The parts of the self, those that have been contaminated by betrayal, trauma, addiction, and delusion are thrust into consciousness. These poisons are haunting, they appear as fate, they emerge as aches and dis-ease in the body and mind. They scream so loud they are impossible to ignore. These poisons can infiltrate as people, both inspiring and abusive people, those who foster them to realise, bond with, and integrate their shadow. It may force the individual into spiritual pursuits or psychotherapy. That which is no longer useful to the spirit is lethal. But the individual’s response these images or feelings or events may be destructive. The overwhelming waves can feel like drowning. The person may feel out of control or confused by the sudden replay of memory or violations. This is however, the alchemy of the 8th house, the power to process and transform from this poison is available at this moment, ready to show the individual an inner sorcery never realised before.

A person may withdraw into their own world during an 8th house transit. They focus on the inner experience, the wealth of unconscious truth that is being imparted. A person may not speak about what is going on for fear of their sanity being questioned. There may be a sexual awakening, the power of one’s feminine or masculine and creative fertility activated, a channel with angels during sexual experience. Some people leave an 8th house transit without having to escape themselves anymore, they have found soul, they have found home. People leave an 8th house transit knowing they have survived, but they died, and they died, and they died. I doubt many of them are scared of ever truly dying again.


art: Harumi Hironaka

It is not the same thing

When will men realize

That they cannot

Be objectified

By women

or anyone.

When the same thing happens to men

it is called a “Male power fantasy”

because it is only meant to appeal to men,

and make them feel powerful.

We dont use men to sell things

or cast them in movies just to ogle them.

Women dont feel compelled to touch them without permission.

And men do not have harsh standards of beauty

Or Characters with barely any armor to show off their bodies

So stop pretending like we just ignore it when it “happens” to men

Men: You cannot be objectified!!!!

A Man Of Ice: A Cold Canary Poem

A man of ice

who burns the world with cold

to keep out the pain

he knows it holds.

A bird once of flight,

but now of prey,

she keeps her heart

locked away.

They both love too deeply,

and they’ve both known the cost,

and in trying to escape it,

they’ve both become lost.

He knew when he met her

that she’d melt his ice,

but he didn’t try to fight her,

though to melt was to die.

She didn’t realize

that fateful day

that the thief would steal

her heart away.

Together they chose

to change their fates,

to become people who mattered,

to become something great.

He’d been lost from the start,

but when he knew time was short,

instinct kicked in,

and he tried to destroy.

She’d had no idea

she’d lost her heart

until he pulled a gun

and tore her apart.

Their first kiss is nothing

like it could have been;

it’s “I’m ready” for her,

and “Forgive me” for him.

The story should

have reached its end,

but in a Flash

it began again.

Now he’s once again frozen,

a man of ice,

guarding his heart

from love and light.

She’d once again cold,

and all alone,

but for the hearts that she steals

trying to reclaim her own.

Their reunion won’t be perfect,

but it will be perfectly them,

as the ice man and bird

change their fates once again.


So, I hope you enjoyed that! I just needed to get some feels out of my system, and I don’t normally write poetry, but this popped into my head. Thoughts?


Yuuki no Reason (勇気のReason lit. Reason of Courage)
  • Yuuki no Reason (勇気のReason lit. Reason of Courage)
  • Umi
"I'm fine, no worries!"
Even if I'm sad, I have to say that
Otherwise everyone will realize
That it's really just a bluff

Maybe I should try to cry a bit
If I show a different side of myself, will I change?

Rising and falling
The waves in my heart sweep me away
The strength to search for this one thing
Has become a powerful reason within me

That moment where you ship two guys together. 

One dark haired stud and a stunning blonde.

But then you realize

that your torn af because

you also ship dark stud with a smol pink haired girlfriend


now you’re screwed

A Blessing by James Wright

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,

Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.

And the eyes of those two Indian ponies

Darken with kindness.

They have come gladly out of the willows

To welcome my friend and me.

We step over the barbed wire into the pasture

Where they have been grazing all day, alone.

They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness 

That we have come.

They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.

There is no loneliness like theirs.

At home once more,

They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.

I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,

For she has walked over to me

And nuzzled my left hand.

She is black and white,

Her mane falls wild on her forehead,

And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear

That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.

Suddenly I realize

That if I stepped out of my body I would break

Into blossom.

When I Was Your Man

Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now
Our song on the radio but it don’t sound the same
When our friends talk about you
All it does is just tear me down
Because my heart breaks a little
When I hear your name

It all just sounds like oh
Too young, too dumb to realize
That I should have bought you flowers
And held your hand
Should have gave you all my hours
When I had the chance
Take you to every party
Because all you wanted to do was dance

Now my baby’s dancing
But she’s dancing with another man

My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways
Caused the good strong woman like you
To walk out my life
Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made
And it haunts me every time I close my eyes

It all just sounds like oh
Too young, too dumb to realize
That I should have bought you flowers
And held your hand
Should have gave you all my hours
When I had the chance
Take you to every party
Because all you wanted to do was dance

Now my baby’s dancing
But she’s dancing with another man

Although it hurts
I’ll be the first to say that I was wrong
I know I’m probably much too late
To try and apologize for my mistakes
But I just want you to know

I hope he buys you flowers
I hope he holds your hand
Give you all his hours
When he has the chance
Take you to every party
Because I remember how much you loved to dance
Do all the things I should have done
When I was your man
Do all the things I should have done
When I was your man


Tell me now,
how am I supposed
to forget about you?

When I know
you still think of me,
cause every time you do
my soul shines; it lights
up for you.

And I know
just how you feel,
somewhere deep inside
I feel it too.

We share a piece
that longs for me;
that longs for you.

When our thoughts realign,
we connect; we realize
that our love was true.

Tell me now,
what is there to do?

When we still find
each other in dreams
and every dream I have
is about you?

- M.A. Tempels © 2015