To Feel

I run, I walk, I feel

For all things have feelings,

So we all feel.

We feel pain and peace,

Hope and anger,

Fear and courage.

We all have feelings.

Feelings that grow and change according to our hearts.

So keep running,

Keep walking,

Keep feeling.

Cause’ that is how we become ourselves.

Hero's Journey

Movie: Sleeping Beauty
Hero: Princess Aurora
Ordinary World: Her ordinary world revolves around a small cottage in the woods where she picks berries, sings, and plays with animals.
Call to Adventure: Her call is when she meets Prince Phillip in the woods.
Refusal of the Call: Her refusal is when she runs away from the Prince.
Meeting the Mentor: Her mentor(s) have lived with her, her entire life. Fawna, Flora, and Merriwether. The good fairies.
Crossing the Threshold: Her return to the the palace and to her family but also when she comes back and tells the fairies of her love.
Tests, Allies, Enemies: Her enemy is Maleficent the evil witch and her minions. Her ally is Prince Phillip and the fairies. Her tests involve the coming home to the palace as well as the prick on her finger of the spinning wheel.
Approach: When she is sleeping, the Prince sets out to save her.
Ordeal: Also could be the prick of the spinning wheel or the waiting for the Prince to give her true loves first kiss.
Reward: Is the kiss the Prince gives her.
The Road Back: Walk down the stairs to her new life.
Resurrection: Her dance with the Prince in the palace brings to mind the same dance in the woods.
Return with Elixir: She marries Prince Phillip and lives happily ever after.

In The Hours At Midnight

Chapter 1(part 1)

Ever since I can remember I’ve always had dreams.  But not just any dreams. Dreams about vampires. These dreams feel so real to me that it sometimes scares me. In fact I just recently had a dream about a girl trying to change herself because of what she became. Fate just keeps turning for her.  I don’t  know if my dreams are real but this is the story of how my life changed forever.

          My name is Iliana Scarlet Hurston. I am a petite young woman barely into adult hood so to speak with golden brown eyes and dark red hair. I live in a small town on the edge of a pond called Sirius. I go to a plain school named Wolfman High School of which the mascot is the werewolf. Seeing as the population of my High School is 30, now 31, although I don’t know that there’s going to be a new person yet. The population of the town is a measly 150 where the majority of them are elderly or parents, young kids are in elementary which is not where my story takes place.  I normally call this small town dullsville, a town with nothing to do anywhere that would match my interests except at home. 

          My home is the tall dark mansion on the hill in the middle of town.  I have always loved my home it feels like I belong in it every day but because of it and my weirdness I have become a social outcast. Until the fateful day I got up for the first day of school starting my senior year…

          I jolted awake as my alarm went off for the ten thousandth time and quickly got ready for school. As I dashed out the doorway with a piece of toast in my mouth I ran down the hill towards school. As usual I get to school late (pretty much the only group I belong in…) running down the hall I make it to my classroom just before the teacher entered and started taking role.

            The teacher’s name was written on the board with neat elegant cursive… Mr. Draconis.

 Mr. Draconis was a tall but chubby as one would say, looking man with grey hair for he was getting old and constantly had a book either in his hand or on his desk his eyes were a soft green and blue seemingly like the sea. He seems strict at first but is a nice teacher for the most part.

 As he was taking role a new student entered and talked with Mr. Draconis. I quickly assumed he was a transfer student and then shut out the rest of the noise the class was making to focus on my own thoughts.

In The Hours At Midnight

I know this is just a little something I wrote a while ago and I'm wondering if I can expand on it into a story I already have names picked out for characters... it would definitely help if I have feed back... thanks!

Pre-face

I can run faster than anything in the world, that way it is better for me to get to my prey.  I am stronger than anything else in the world. It is better for me to restrain my prey when they fight me.  But did I ask for this?  No. As a matter of fact I didn’t.  Still it is fun to show off my amazing speed and strength. But there will come a time where it is not all fun and games, where I shouldn’t be a show off. I need to remember things from my first life but all I remember is the pain I went through when I was changed. I know that I was human before, but I suppose as time moves on, I will remember more of my previous life.  I ask myself all the time, “Why me?” But all I can conclude is that fate is the reason.  I am a creature of the night. One who kills others but if I don’t I will die.  I would die because I starve myself just to try to get rid of the temptation.  My thirst for human blood is unbearable.  But there is no choice left. I give in. I always find myself feasting on human blood, feasting on those who were once alive, those who were once like me. I live in regret of the people I killed, because I dream about it. Other creatures around me say I should drink human blood.  But I try to resist the burning feeling of thirst.  But I always give in because I still want to live, but I also want others to live.  I am trying to find a new solution to not killing people, and I am hoping I will find a way, only time will show the way I must go.  To live is to die, to die is to live.  Good is evil, evil is good.

Love Them

This is for the outcasts.
For the girls who never knew he was a jerk.
For the boys who never tried to stop when she said no.
For the babies who don't know a word yet are understood.
For the little boy that fell from a tree and never got up.
Love them.
This is for those who just stand against a brick wall never moving.
For those who never will be able to speak, or hear, or see.
For those who will never be able to feel the grass under their feet, or be able to run through the fields.
Love them.
This is for those who had a home but will never have one again.
For those children who will never have a full stomach.
For the fun-loving people who can't get enough fun.
Love them.
For if you love them and grasp them and serve them, they will become a lot more closer to you.
For your heart will expand to love those around you.
Your enemies will become someone that you once hated but now you pity them for now you see why they are your enemy.
By loving everyone the world will grow so much kinder and fill the world with a love that no one may understand and they will have peace.
Don't let anyone get in your way of loving them for by loving others their comes a time when the toleration of that person becomes love too.
So all I can give all those around me is kindness and to,
Love them.

Forgetting...

I keep forgetting to feel lonely when I'm alone. I keep forgetting to exercise. To be there when someone needs me. I keep forgetting to do homework... but sometimes I do that purposely. I keep forgetting to feel the wind on my cheeks and enjoy it. I keep forgetting to smile when I am having a rough day. I keep forgetting to say no to people in need. Yet when will we own ourselves completely? For we keep forgetting things like yesterday or tomorrow, for we only live in the present and dwell on the things of the past. But how many of us look forward to the future? For forgetting pulls us into darkness and ignorance of the things that are important. So we keep on forgetting, and tonight is not the last time I'll see the light for there are times that we remember.

Song stories

Bratja(brothers)

Prosti menya, mladshiy brat!
Ya tak pred toboy vinovat.
Pyitatsya vernut' nyelzya
Togo, chto vzyala zyemlya.

Kto znayet zakon Byitiya,
Pomog byi mne nayti otvet.
Zhestoko oshibsya ya;
Ot smerti lekarstva nyet.

Milaya mama! Nyezhnaya!
Myi tak lyubili tebya.
No vse nashi silyi
Potrachenyi byili zrya.

Tebya soblaznil ya
Prekrasnoy nadezhdoy
Vernut' nash semeynyiy ochag.
Moy brat, ya vo vsem vinovat.


Nye plach', nye pechal'sya, starshiy brat!
Nye tyi odin vinovat.
Doroga u nas odna,
Iskupim vinu do dna.

Mnye nye v chem tebya upreknut'.
I ya nye obihen nichut'.
Tyazhek, nash gryekh
Khotet' byit' silneye vsekh.

Milaya mama! Nyezhnaya!
Myi tak lyubili tebya.
No vse nashi silyi
Potrachenyi byili zrya.

Ya sam soblaznilsya
Prekprasnoy nadezhdoy
Vernut' nash semeinyiy ochag.
Ya sam vo vsem vinovat.

No chto zhe nam delat', kak byit'?
Kak vse ispravit', zyabyit'?
Pyitat'sya vernut' nyel'zhya,
Togo, chto vzyala zyemlya.


English transalation


How can I repay you brother mine?
How can I expect you to forgive?
Clinging to the past I shed our blood
and shattered your chance to live.


Though I knew the laws I paid no heed
How can I return your wasted breath
What I did not know has cost you dear
for there is no cure for death.


Beautiful mother, soft and sweet.
Once you were gone we were not complete.
Back through the years we reached for you,
alas twas not meant to be.


And how can I make amends,
for all that I took from you?
I led you with hopeless dreams.
My brother I was a fool.


Don't cry for the past now brother mine.
Neither you or I are free from blame.
Nothing can erase the things we did
for the path we took was the same.


How could I expect to call you wrong.
How could you be blamed for what we've done.
Both of us our fools in our desires
for we flew too close to the sun.


Beautiful mother soft and sweet.
Once you were gone we were not complete.
Back through the years we reached for you,
alas twas not meant to be.


My dreams made me blind and mute.
I longed to return to that time.
I followed without a word.
My brother the fault is mine.


So where do we go from here?
And how to forget and forgive?
What's gone is forever lost.
Now all we can do is live.


Sung in English by Vic Mignogna except for one verse.


Plot: Two brothers an older and a younger both lost their mother and committed a terrible sin to try to bring her back to life. One brother lost his body the other a few body limbs. The other brother transports his brother's soul into an inanimate object... they now search to find something that will bring their bodies back.


Character: Older brother(speaks first)
                 Younger brother(speaks second)
                 Mother(only mentioned)


Conflict: The boys dead mother brought conflict since their dad left them a long time ago and she was the only one taking care of them. She died a few years after their dad left and they decided to find a way to bring her back but didn't know the taboo of what they were doing which caused them more grief.


Theme: Even though bad things happen the best thing to do is to forget, forgive, and live on.


Setting: Old country home and other places as the brother's travel throughout the world.

Who Said I was Jeaolous?

I could say that I am not jealous of people who write well... but I am as well as this poem written by a person who obviously is already dead this poem is called Sonnet 18... and it's by William Shakespeare.

Shall I campare thee to a summer's day? A lover pining over someone and comparing them to what he/she thinks is beautiful...

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:  again comparing to that of a summer's hue and how the time grows short and yet as it continues this poem states that though death shall not brag and that their eternal summer will not fade but that as long as many things last they shall last also.

I wish that I to can write like this and I like the type of speech it's written in maybe sometime later in the future I will be able to create a piece like this at least my jealousy of it shall keep me writing. But until that time comes I shall hope to do my best with my writing.

I'm Tired

I'm tired.
I'm tired of fighting, of nagging, of not being able to stop my dad from telling me what to do. I'm tired of work, of school, of the painstakingly long hours it takes me to go through school work. I'm tired of feeling tired. I'm tired of living in a house that has a controlling atmosphere. I'm tired of swinging back and forth through life like a roller coaster. Tired of going to school alone. Tired of being afraid for others. Tired of being sore. Tired of wearing a back pack that weighs a third of my own weight. I'm tired of daylights savings time. I'm tired of books, of feeling stupid, of being annoyed. I'm tired of rain. I'm tired of life.

Love Is...

Love is a damsel in distress waiting for her hero. Love is knowing she'll do something only for you. Love is feeling the rhythm of his heart. Loving is knowing they'll always support you. Love is watching a child leave home. Love is waiting for your turn to die. Love is a moment you keep remembering throughout your life. Love is a feeling that is never the same for everyone else when it comes to brothers, sisters, wives, husbands, mothers, and fathers love is different. Love is a friend telling another about their other friends in a good way. Love is having someone to hang out with. Love is never-ending.

Blood

Blood, is it blue as the type color or as it look like when you looks at your veins that is flowing with the substance of liquid of which we call blood. Or is it Red like this type color, as when a deadly blow to the heart sends it (blood) flying into the air or as a simple paper cut bleeds and yet is the most painful in the world. Or is it Both, when it is in the veins or splurging from wounds, blood is continually changing colors, from Blue to Red. Always, always changing. Forever until the ends of the Earth flowing, and beating and living.Without it our hearts will not beat in the rhythm that we're used to. Blood is the liquid needed most. Moving from one color to the other blood is a versatile substance that everyone is born with and will live with for the rest of their entire lives.

My Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk alone. I walk alone. Always alone. People move and talk and walk around me, yet I'm alone. Nothing is the background. Just DARKNESS, a darkness that has no sound, no sight, nothing. Not even the sound of my footsteps pierce through the nothingness of darkness that I am continually walking thorough. Others on the OUTSIDE can hear, can see, can smell, can touch... but that's their world not mine. They don't notice the world I'm in the silent world. They are only focused on their own happy world full of laughter. Not the darkness. Yet, still I am waiting.... continually waiting for the one someone that can break through this darkness, that will bring me the one light I am searching for.... I am still walking. Alone.

A Wondering of Change

I'm Thinking About You

I'm thinking about you. I'm thinking about you like books think about readers. Like rain thinks about falling. Like ice cream thinks about the cherry on top. I'm thinking about you like flowers think about growing. Like rivers think about flowing. Like fishermen think about... catching fish. I'm thinking about you like anger thinks about pain. Like love thinks about happiness. Like guilt thinks about forgiveness. I'm thinking about you like hearts think about beating. Like one thinks about two. Like couples think about kids. Like friends think about fun. Like wolves think about surviving. I'm thinking about you like instruments think about music. Like singers think about breathing. Like smokers think about quitting. I'm thinking about you like mothers think about lost children. Like Dads think about lecturing. Like authors think about writing. I'm thinking about you always.

Direct Orders

You are under direct orders to Rock Out. Rock out like a person who decides it's okay to be happy. Rock out like a person doing the happy dance. Rock out like the feeling of living life to the fullest.Rock out like sugar and spice. Rock out like the phases of the moon. Rock out while singing in the shower. Rock out like a crazy time with friends who don't even know where they're going in life. Rock out like it's graduation day and you know you deserve to be there 'cause it's time to be less serious before you go to college. Rock out like a college student. Rock out like you've just been liberated from a WWII concentration camp. Rock out like you know your having fun with your friends. Rock out.

Introduction

Hi my name is Aryana Pearl.

I write and read and sing. But for the most part I sing. I decided to start this blog just so I can be myself more or even find more of myself. Music is my life I play the piano and sing and have been doing these things for a long time. I love music!

As for piano I play it almost everyday and I am currently practicing with a person who plays the flute while I play the piano.... the song we're playing is one of my favorites.

Anywho I decided to try my hand in writing so over this time I hope you enjoy my works.