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i sit on the moon

Images of twinkling stars and a bright moon occupy my mind.

I sit on the moon and watch the stars burn bright- preserving themselves.

They don’t interact with one another, they just stay suspended in the dark, vast sky- minding their own interests.

And I just sit on the moon,

feeling

the h e a t of the sun,

even though it’s

w o r l d s

a w a y.

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i am my own storm

i am my own storm.

dewdrops from my eyes pour down my face to the beat of my heart.

it’s rapid and roaring, it’s thunder rippling through the night.

my head is as foggy yet sharp as the lightning which vibrates through darkened clouds

my lungs contract- the air circles, clustering together,

my lungs expand- the cluster now flowing in the sky- howling

i am my own storm.

i am destructive.

i am powerful.

i am beautiful.

i am the eternal constant, immortal.

i am a storm, reliant on wonders that never cease to exist.

i am here f o r e v e r.

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A Memoir of Heartache

Whispers of thoughts that I can’t even remember were silenced when I opened the door and saw a glowing smile radiating from her face…

That smile was so bright it made the sun so jealous that it peered through the dark clouds that forecasted my day. It was the same smile that usually made me feel warm and secure. Only this day I felt ice cold, just like she was when I went to touch her arm to see if this was a joke. It hit me at once- she was gone.

She was sick but not that sick and tragedies like this are only meant for the movies and books. How could this be reality, I was lost in a boundless nightmare. It was impossible that this was real because I couldn’t breathe for what felt like an eternity. And no one can live an eternity without working lungs. I couldn’t speak because all I did was scream. And no one can just scream for the rest of their life. And no one can be dripping in cold sweat forever. And no one can have one hundred beats per thirty seconds. No one just goes to sleep next to a living, breathing human being and wakes up to one whose soul has departed. This just doesn’t happen.

But it did.

And to think that the woman who had too much love; her love for me was the love that encourages the moon to provide light when it is surrounded by the darkness of the night. It was the kind of love that protects one from anything and everything, gone.

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Sensuality and Carefreeness- An Essay on Aphrodite in the MET

A journey through the Metropolitan Museum of Art entices the eyes of all who visit to make way to the Greek and Roman Art exhibit. An indoor courtyard filled with larger than life statues captivates every visitor. It almost seems that everyone is immersed into Greek and Roman culture, falling prey to the sirens that are the masterpieces created during these ancient times. But somewhere, tucked in the Hellenistic gallery, stands a treasure that is displayed modestly, next to small figurines. With a window placed behind it, the natural light shades the Marble statue of Aphrodite. The statue stands out from all the others due to its miniature dimension compared to other pieces done of the Greek goddess of love. Although it is humble with only thirty-two inches of height, it is brave in its relation: this is the ideal woman. Through its masterful sculpting, the ideal woman is portrayed in the Marble statue of Aphrodite, as intensely sensual yet also carefree.

Aphrodite is the epitome of sensuality, as she is the Goddess of love, beauty, and sex. Therefore, it was only natural for the Greeks to depict her in the nude. It was a perfect mixture of this worship and new Greek victories, which transferred new worldly ideas, that created the Hellenistic period. During this period, artists perfected their precision of the human anatomy. They idealize realism with their ornate details. And they canonize contrapposto, the implication that the figure is frozen in movement. Marble statue of Aphrodite is an exemplary Hellenistic piece as it portrays this new Hellenistic belief: Idealism is found in realism.

The artist of this sculpture in the round meticulously relays sensuality by the fitted dress that Aphrodite wears. The top hem of her himation, her dress, lies just below the clavicle. The strap on her right shoulder holds up the dress and it slants downwards, to the other shoulder. It seems to be that the strap on the left shoulder has fallen, leaving more skin to be seen on the left side of her chest. This little area which relays her skin, is smoothed. The smoothness of the stone is interrupted by the start of her dress again. Between her breasts is a v-shaped excess of cloth that her breasts do not need as they stand firm with no support of a Grecian wrap. They are proportioned realistically as the right breast is slightly larger than the other. In general, the proportion of this sculpture is rather less pomp in its size when compared to other ones that portray Aphrodite. This is as if to say, “Yes, she’s a goddess, but look at how similar she is to us! Therefore, we can be her too!” The statue exemplifies humanistic elements, rather than those that would seem godlike, such as being of grand height, or having enlarged breasts. The marble of her breasts comes to a slight point, indicating aroused nipples. The hardened stone demonstrates sexual excitement. A belt is placed below the breasts, right before the ribcage. It is low enough for viewers to acknowledge that the belt is not what is lifting her breasts, but rather they are naturally perky. It is also high enough for one to understand that the chiseled lines and shadows that show her ribs indicates that it is not the belt that is tightening her skin to show bone, rather her bones protrude by themselves. Her lower abdomen is in complete view as her cloak hangs dangerously low at her hips. The sculptor rounds out the lower portion of her stomach, to emphasize a minimal amount of fat on her body. This makes Aphrodite comparable to human women, because realistically, women did have fat. The excess of cloak that rests on her hips and slides down to outline her bottom half, is to give the idea of leaving little to no imagination of her body. It is as though Aphrodite is tempting the viewer to reveal the rest of herself. Then we see the cloak outlining her right leg, as most of the cloth is shifted in excess to the left leg. Not only does her knee show, but so does her thigh. Her thigh is chiseled for it to be large, as if once again to relate to realistic women. Instead of the sculptor making Aphrodite be the model for women to replicate, they allow for the Greek women to be the model for Aphrodite.

Along with her sensuality, the sculptor has made her posture exemplify another trait which Aphrodite is possessing; carefreeness. Sculpted in contrapposto, her right knee is bended, as if she is in motion. The artist balances a sway of the hips that comes with the motion that is being portrayed. The etched curves of her sides indicate a dance being strutted, one with a seductive agenda. While it is seductive, it is also beams a sense of calmness, carefreeness. The slight lift of her right shoulder, although the weight is on the right side, which would naturally bring her right shoulder to be lower than the left, tells the viewer that she is attracting them to inch closer; not forcing them, rather lightly suggesting.

The Marble statue of Aphrodite is an exemplary artwork from the Hellenistic period. While it does indeed hold true to Hellenistic art characteristics, such as contrapposto and ornate details, it truly emulates Hellenistic ideals. This piece is the epitome of realism becoming idealistic in the eyes of the Greeks. The unknown artist of this sculpture knew exactly how to emulate a realistic woman into the myth of Aphrodite. By focusing on her fit, and her movement, the sculptor was able to centralize the norm of Greek women, being sensual and carefree, in a single piece of artwork. This is what makes the Marble statue of Aphrodite an impeccable depiction of Hellenistic art, and the ideals for women in the Hellenistic period.

Marble statue of Aphrodite H. 32", W. 9 1/2", D. 6 1/2

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WHAT IS LOVE?- The Daily Wiz

Co-written and edited by Erica Rachel Sultan:

https://www.facebook.com/EliJonahKarls/videos/2460253937411208/

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HATED IS OUTDATED - The Daily Wiz

Co-written and edited by Erica Rachel Sultan:

https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=2671521716508303

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SPREAD THE VIRUS- The Daily Wiz

Co-written and edited by Erica Rachel Sultan:

https://www.facebook.com/EliJonahKarls/videos/297675761273354/

#content #empathy #empathetic #erica #rachel #sultan #rachel fs #daily wiz #wisdom #elijonahkarls #cowriter #writing #script #script writer #editor #editing #content writer #content writing

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THE VIRUS THAT WILL KILL US ALL / THE DAILY WIZ EPISODE 021

Co written and edited by Erica Rachel Sultan:

https://www.facebook.com/EliJonahKarls/videos/657194648435581/

#rachel fs #erica #rachel #sultan #daily wiz #elijonahkarls #editor #content #content writer #writer #cowriter #coronavirus #facebook #youtube #episode 21

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rachels-works · 4 years

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twenty years

the happiness in my heart remains still and unbroken thus far.

fractured, maybe.

but a l i v e

more than ever.

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the moon and the stars

I’d still love to think that we are the moon and the stars.

Our love is always shining, like how the moon and the stars never leave, even if we don’t see it, someone else sees it somewhere else in the world.

I hope our love still exists, even if we can’t see it.

I hope others see it, and I hope it inspires others to become like the moon and the stars; always shining through the darkness.

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rachels-works · 4 years

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Too Much

Too much of a good thing destroys.

Too much nutrients overwhelms the earth.

Too much power corrupts the world.

Too much hate destroys the world.

Too much love cripples the world.

b a l a n c e

I need balance.

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Imagine

Imagine loving someone so much as I loved…

Imagine having a love that creates solely good, and destroys evil.

Imagine having a love that consumes you whole, and you don��t mind.

Imagine consenting to giving your whole heart to someone, because you trust and love them and because they are the world and the universe and the heavens and everything beautiful and sweet in this world.

Imagine finding the whole world in someone.

Imagine a world where everyone just fearlessly loved like I had…

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Blessed or Cursed

I don’t know whether to feel blessed or cursed

To love as if I inspire the moon to light the darkness of the night

And

To envy so much that I cry tears of blood

And

To entice as if I’m the moon that draws tides in and out

And

To love as if I inspire the moon to light the darkness of the night

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You Don’t Dance Anymore

I am tired of trying to find you in my phone.

Sometimes, it feels like you only exist in small pixels of light clustered together

to show me your face.

The only way to hear your voice now is by sticking the phone to my ear

and listening to the same words over and over and over again.

The words mean nothing now.

They were words that were muttered into existence with a task,

and once the task was fulfilled, they were empty.

All meaning lost,

until I found those words on my damn phone.

I bet you didn’t know

how much I would hold onto those words.

It’s so impersonal.

You gave birth to me and now I can’t even hear your voice or see your face?

Sometimes, my heart goes as still as yours is now.

Other times, I hear my heart beating.

I can hear everyone’s heart beating.

It’s a rhythm that the world dances to.

But you, you don’t dance anymore.

You loved to dance.

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Rachel and I

We were prophesied innocence.

Strong wool

to protect us from the cold.

Female

in order to create.

Beautiful

in order to hold influence in the world.

White

to show our purity.

But what good was our wool

when death struck mother

and when father was left to parent in his grief?

-We were so cold then.

What good was our ability to create

when all we were pushed to were household chores and duties?

-We are female,

it is our nature to create.

What good is our beauty when it influences pigs to snort our way?

-Our eyes are up here,

meet them if you dare,

find ourselves in them

if you can.

And what good is being so white

to the point that

even a speck of a stain

is seen from miles away?

-We are only human.

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Lessons

Lessons I learned (from my mother and father) about life:

Life is Complicated; things don’t always go the way you want/plan them to.

Life is Beautiful; especially when you can choose what you want to do, where you want to go, with whom and when. Always bask in your independence.

Life is Sad; you always hear that life has its ups and downs- don’t let the downs become bottomless pits with no escape.

Life is Miraculous; not just the stories you hear in the news about how a little boy survived a shark attack or how a bullet just missed someone heart. Every day is a miracle. You go to sleep, not knowing if you’re going to wake up again. Be grateful for the miracle of your eyes opening every morning to the sun and adjusting to the darkness of the night.

Life is Listening; never turn your ears off. Always focus on what others are saying, everyone and their words, matter.

Life is Learning; never stop absorbing information. You can never know too much, there’s no such thing.

Life is Teaching; the biggest mitzvah you can do is not telling others how to do something, but rather, teaching them to do something on their own, so that they can be more independent.

Life is Funny; don’t be so serious all the time. Relax and enjoy the little mishaps and moments of mistakes.

Life is Kind; always treat others the way you want to be treated. Always be kind to yourself, if you’re not, then who else will be?

Life is a Blessing; always remember this. When life is being it’s insane self, remember that G-d didn’t put you on this Earth as a curse. Your life, and everyone’s life, is a blessing. You are a blessing.

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A Riddle

I have words, but I never speak.

I have ink on my body, but no designs.

I am not a place, but I am where you can escape.

I can be antique or modern or combined.

What am I?

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