(Ariel Rose)
This is a story of a rare white rose only descovered in shallow sea stricken plains on the waters of oceans much life exist all around these areas of reefs all sorts of colors and jellyfish and brightly colored fish. This one rose is so rare it usually stands alone and almost so rare to ever come across, this flowers are more brightly colored and seen at night when the moon is it's brightest illuminating bright florescent lighting white glow, so beautiful it's glows in darkest of waters! This is such a rare sight and find in these deep scary waters but is unscaved by harsh waters surrounding it? Her beauty is rare none the less, yes she has her thorns to protect her her flooting leaves to show her grace? Her purity is evident nothing scaves her beauty from being not noticed, but this flower is so rare to find?
If you come across such a beautiful rose it's worth taking extra time admire and remember because she is so special, your lucky to come across such a flower in a crazy world as ours!!
Ariel, stuck in a tree
With my magic, got him free
On this island, he does dwell
Serves Miranda and I well.
based on the play "The Tempest" by William Shakespeare
Ariel could not hide her light, it illuminated the sea.
She was an underwater lighthouse, guiding ships.
Dissatisfied, because she did not understand her gifts.
She sought other worlds, adventure, wanting to be more.
She had no idea that she was the quintessential mermaid.
No one was allowed to tell her, so they bid her farewell.
Hoping her purity and love would change the world.
Knowing her empathetic confidence would be a joy to all.
Ariel’s enthusiastic adventure helped her to realize
Her own strengths and talents. She felt humbled and grateful.
She returned to the ocean, to retain her position as mermaid.
Gifting lost sailors with a memory of happily ever after and forever.
My tearstained stuffed bunny is my dearest companion,
My confidant.
I whisper my fears,
My snotty, sobbed aches,
Into her ears
And let them disappear
Into the dark of my bedroom.
I’m a wreck,
But what’s new?
I’ve spent half the month weeping-
It’s kind of funny.
I mean,
Up until this s***** month,
I’d become convinced
That I’d finally turned a new leaf.
What a stupid cliche.
There are no leaves to turn in my life.
It’s spring and all the leaves
Are still f****** dead.
I’m almost finished with another journal
And I don’t feel any more sane,
Or composed.
I’ve had four major panic attacks in as many weeks:
If I didn’t know better,
I’d think perhaps
I was going the same way as the leaves.
But of course
I’ve never been that d*** lucky.
The leaves are dead and rotting
And I’m just alive and falling to pieces.
I have more tears to spill
Than friends to spill to.
My closest friend is a f****** stuffed bunny
And she’s the best listener
I’ve ever encountered.
Ariel
"With the eyes of a child I stare in awe, a wondrous sight I take in all
Angels flying without wings, hurling through the air, spinning and twirling without a care
People moan and gasp as they pass, praying the next move will not be their last
For daredevils they are one and all, but there is no net in which to catch their fall
Suddenly, the signal is given - Quiet now Quiet, all eyes aloft, for the final act is here so we draw near
With synchronous harmony they let themselves fly, swinging and looping high into the sky
Spinning like tops they make a final pass, reaching hands grasp hands in this Ariel dance
Bows are taken and the crowd erupts in raucous roars, we toast to the high flyers - May They Soar Forever More"
-Jon Jones
I often think of myself as being a mermaid
For I am indeed none other than love's maid
I guess my name should have been Ariel
Of all the mystical creatures, I am the only belle!
A knight passed me by
He showed me a colorful sky
And left me panting for more
With wounds on my heart, so sore!
Like Ariel, I was once ready to die for love
Like Ariel, I still do not know of what I am made of
Like Ariel, I am now but abandoned to my own fate
Like Ariel, I have never been seen by mine own mate
A mermaid is none other than an object of beauty
Being not understood is indeed life's cruelty
Mysterious and mystical
Her end can only be ironical
Deep down in my heart,
I still keep a fanciful wish
I do still yearn for the past
It is gone, yet, that past I do still cherish!
The pain of dying for the sake of love unfulfilled
Why, only a creature of the sea could so feel
A mermaid, Ariel, or myself, a being of mystery
In pain, always here to make the world, turn so dreamy!
While channel two was signing off the air,
there was the rocket’s red glare
and the bombs bursting in air.
Where did you and Ariel go from there?
That was a nice tale you told.
Now it is over thirty years old.
You seemed happy as a lark
after the day you met her at Paramus Park.
Yes, Ariel was a girl you would adore.
Dean, could you tell us about her a little more?
Based on the 1978 hit song “Ariel” by Dean Friedman.
Ariel! Rise again to walk n run,
No stump or thorn to ache your paws;
A living room is ready,
Warm arms all set for a hug.
Livia Pereira snuggling into your ears,
Lays you on mattress amid heap of kisses,
Propping up packets of toilet rolls ,
Raquet n Livia together speaking kindness.
Open your eyes to see
Men and animals can be friends,
Shake your golden mane
To dust your distrust on man.
After all we ’re all animals,
One is social, the other communal,
It is evolution that may heal
To make you too social.
Kindness and love a divine touch
That may mend any fatal lacks,
Ariel,rise ,rise to see the sunrise
,Writ with beams of human pats.
Written after viewing a visual on Ariel,the 3 year old lion owned by Raquel Borges,that
was struck down by a viral attack which paralysed its 4 legs.It is under active care of
vet Livia Pereira in her home.
I want to see you happy,
Someday I do wish to see.
And even though feelings don’t seem far,
Better off as friends, we are.
Even I’m not so blind to see,
Love for us, isn’t meant to be.
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