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While love is magical and wonderful, it is also scary and can beat you down and carve you into a hard beast, or leave you an addict, craving, crawling and seizing more of this feeling at any cost. After the feeling has been formed with a person, never doubt the power of what the emotion can to do you, be it great or horrible. The strongest love story in classical literature is in the novel Wuthering Heights written by Emily Bronte where she develops the love story between Heathcliff and Catherine, proving the power of the emotion can carry on over a lifetime. Despite all negative or positive circumstances, the emotion always stays valid, and carries on through death…..To read more, please check out my latest blog post via The Huffington Post by clicking here. Thank you! 

#love #Novels #Wuthering Heights #Heathcliff #Emily Bronte #Relationships #Books

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These two novels, which are considered to be among the canon of the greatest classical works of literature, are definitely worth picking up again if you need characters to inspire you. They will remind you of the most defining and beneficial character traits which are so rare, but sing so loudly from these pages…..check out the rest of my blog via The Huffington Post here. Thanks!

#The Scarlet Letter #strength #courage #bravery #nathaniel hawthorne #Tess of the D'urbervilles #thomas hardy #inspiration #books #novels #writing

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The realization has occurred; the relationship is over. Your mind is clouded with cobwebs from smashed love and a shattered heart, and all you need is advice from someone. Read on and find out what these five fictional characters would say…to read more, check out my latest blog via The Huffington Post. Much Thanks!

#love and relationships #love #breaking up #jk rowling #Harry Potter #sylvia plath #the bell jar #the fountainhead #howard roark #charles bukowski #breakfast at tiffany's #fiction characters #novels #fictional friends

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In 2012, Beach House released their album entitled BLOOM. The album gives off a dreamy pop sound which induces only calmness, though the lyrics which are mournful and melancholic. This particular song is entitled Myth. 

#Beach House #Bloom #indie pop #dreamy pop #calming music

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It may seem as though all the famous writers have full-time writing jobs to which boost their chances of their novels selling and hitting the bookshelves. However, by looking through the authors etched in literary history, this is far from the case. Many of our iconic authors worked odd-end jobs while they sold their short stories and novels. Read ahead and find out the interesting jobs these five famous authors worked before their novels became a part of history…..Please read onwards via my blog via The Huffington Post.

#Chuck Palahniuk #jd salinger #fiction #novels #books #writing #f scott fitzgerald #franz kafka #ayn rand #famous writers

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10 Ideal Book Characters Who Should Exist in Real Life

In literature, authors have created projections of their ideal person. Their characters are symbolic for how humanity should act despite any problems they are combating. Below are 10 ideal fictional book characters who should exist within our world, as they truly battle their demons with humility and stick to their beliefs despite what anyone says.

Alongside are bits of the author’s history, philosophies and past, so one can see how their characters were shaped.

Read on and discover the traits distinguishing these fictionalized characters from the herd…

Please check out my latest blog via The Huffington Post Books Section! Thanks!

#books #fiction #novels #book characters #writing #Chuck Palahniuk #j d salinger #ayn rand #j k rowling #harry potter #tyler durden #holden caulfield

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Dear Jamie,

There's an old saying, if you can make it in New York, you can make it anywhere. And while you already have made it, I think this was thoroughly proven at your pop up show at Union Square. While you were trying to talk in-between songs, pedestrians were talking too loudly, or possibly mimicking you, and some teenage New York girls who were fans screamed SHUT UP! on the top of their lungs to the pedestrians so we could all hear you. You know you've made it when New Yorkers are screaming at locals to shut up because they feel what you have to say is more important than anything.

It was an incredible performance. And while it was drizzling, and while the taxis were speeding along too loud, and while it was growing steadily darker, none of that mattered as I listened in awe as you sang, 'Venice,' my favorite song. Watching you play, it was a surreal moment where my heart was beating so fast, I was shaking, and people let me step ahead because I must have looked like a lunatic, a crazy fan who knew all the lyrics because your lyrics help me through all the blue days and always cheer me up.

It was epic seeing you in New York City…come back again whenever you want complete strangers yelling on your behalf just so you know how much your music and acting means to all of us.

XXX Meira

#jamie campbell bower #Pop up show #Jamie Campbell bower union square #jamie campbell bower new york city #new york city #music #Venice #New Yorkers #music video

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Here is my short fictional story for this morning. I wrote the piece to the above instrumental composition by Clint Mansell so you can listen to it and get a sense of the emotional feeling behind the story. 

TRAPPED IN THE OCEAN 

By: MEIRA BIENSTOCK

I awake at 6 a.m. with a jolt and leap out of bed with a sickening feeling. I know this feeling too well and I know what comes next and I cannot prepare myself for this moment. I call you over and over, but you do not answer. I fling myself out of the apartment, through New York City, moving like a maniac with a thumping heart and a feeling of nausea buried inside but soon to come out in the cabs backseat. My thoughts are racing and skipping ahead of one another’s so fast, I cannot keep up and my vision is blurring with tears as my heart and brain confirm and validate the concrete feeling. With this emotion, you just know. I hop on the airplane; I am flying across the states as I keep the vomit bag in front of me with shaky hands only my tears fall inside instead. Once there in the sunny state, I shove everyone aside, and race out. I can’t bother with manners, I really can’t, it's too urgent. I meet his Dad, I meet his Dog, I meet his best friend, and they are shaking their heads and opening their mouths then closing them and it is confirmed and I race myself to the beach outside the condominium. 

I bury my knees in the sand and scream a monstrous scream, yanking at my hair as tears slide down my face. I have always hate the beaches, the oceans, the sand, the pleasant heat the sun emits, warming my back. Because with this beautiful atheistic scene comes a thousand particles of prickling pain.

You swam into this ocean two days ago and never returned. They declared you dead, a man who had drown, a man drown in his sorrows. But I thought I knew better. You were never the type of man who appeared sad, suicidal or in pain. You were the happy one, the man with boundless amounts of positive energy, blissful thoughts, an upbeat attitude, shining confidence, and a smile that stretched on across the universe. 

How could I have missed the signs? I asked you every day how you were feeling and every time I always received, “I’m wonderful!!!” Why the hell did I believe those words? I don’t know how the hell I missed the signs. It’s not that I missed them—it’s that you always turned me away from them.

I had fallen apart years and years and years ago and you picked me up and gave me the tools to help repair myself and taught me constantly, over and over and over how to change my attitude. Gradually, very slowly, I did. You were patient, but I knew it was draining you, and I knew you were frustrated with me, but I knew you adored me as I adored you so you kept with it. You encouraged my dreams, pushing me until I hit my success with running, joyful feet, and there you were, running alongside me, making all your dreams come true with a blissful smile on your face.

I look out at the ocean, searching for you repeatedly. Suddenly, I smack the water so hard, my entire dress becomes drenched, and then, I scream in agony and jump in and swim out, only to hell if I can swim. Under water, everything is hazy and blurry and you aren’t here and I’m panicking. The ocean is too big and vast and I don’t know how I will ever find you. I do not know how far the waves have carried you and this pangs my heart. 

Why did you commit suicide? You were my biggest supporter, my number one fan, and I was your number one fan, your biggest supporter. You always preached the goal in life was to be happy so why did you do it? I keep swimming, pushing against the current. I have to find you. You never gave up on me even though I fell back into old habits so quickly. You never gave up on me even though I drained you with my madness. You never gave up on me even though I asked for more and more and you gave me everything you had inside. And then, you went away on vacation here and I awoke with a nightmare, now I’m here and your Dad said you weren’t well and you said you needed to be alone because your head was thinking negative thoughts. You said your thoughts were unclear and then your Dad had to leave for work and tried to get you to come, but you resisted, saying you needed fresh air. Your Dad lingered, you smiled, and your Dad left and said he’d be back in two hours to check in. You did it then. 

I swim out further and further. You MUST be here within my reach. Think positive. Think positive. Think positive. But when I am an hour into the ocean, I realize, I too will drown at this point and you would not have wanted us both gone. In fact, I do not know you anymore; I am still clinging onto the brilliant, genius, prodigy, blissful, happy you who adored me, not the man who couldn’t bear it all and gave up. I fight my way back. 

At shore, a good few hours later, I lie in the wet sand and press my palms against my eyes and sob heavy, heaping tears. I keep waiting to wake up from this nightmare, but I do not. The sun continues to shine, the ocean still turns waves, the sand still crumbles, people still laugh; everything exists as it did before, but nothing is the same with you gone and life is horrendous, dark, vile; a terrible monster to live inside of when I know I will never see your smile or hear your voice, reassuring me it’ll be okay. 

That’s the thing about death; I keep expecting you to show up and laugh and say you just got lost, you just went out for a quick swim, you were on vacation, or sleeping somewhere the police couldn’t spot you, and then you pick up my hand and hold it and kiss me and we walk on, never looking back.

But this is not how death works. I wake up and remember you are never coming back. I will never hear your encouraging words and it shakes me, it rattles me and I can’t function. 

But I must. I must get up and pick out a smile to wear and put aside the thought He’ll Come Back. Because he won’t. Death is unforgiving. I keep my eyes squeezed shut against the sun, remembering memories as the thoughts race through my mind. Then, slowly, I open my eyes and raise them towards the sun with a heavy heart, wishing you had heard me say, “I love you.”

*There is my fictional short story started at 8:20 a.m. and finished at 10:00 a.m. on April 30th, 2014. Word to the public, fictional means it did not happen and it is not a true story.* 

#Suicide #death #dead reckoning #short story #fiction #flash fiction #literary #ocean #grieving #writing #love #pain #story #love story #musicandwords

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Ever wonder why some stars decide to change their name or their stage names throughout their career? While initially many celebrities may change their legal names to something more catchy or easier to pronounce, many artists have different reasons for the altercation. Such as alter-egos or aliases…sometimes they get in legal trouble, forcing them to make the switch or they just like the name of the witch on an Ouija board. Read below and find out why these ten celebrities decided to change their names throughout the course of their career.…Please check out my latest article via therichest.com! Thanks so much!

#celebrities #artists #music #David Bowie #jennifer lopez #alice cooper #the notorious b.i.g. #snoop dogg #madonna #Eminem #puff daddy #names

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When Clint Mansell, Patti Smith and the Kronos Quartet collaborated to compose this beautiful lullaby entitled 'Mercy Is' in the epic film Noah directed by Darren Aronofsky, a work of dark, beautiful, rich, emotion-packed music was produced. Check out this magnificent piece and definitely see the film to see how the lullaby was intertwined at pivotal moments throughout the film….

#Noah #Clint Mansell #patti smith #Darren Aronofsky #music #lullaby #Kronos quartet #noahs ark #flood

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There has always been a fine line between understanding and misinterpreting messages created by artists when they express themselves through their music. While the artist may see the bigger meaning to their music through the use of different words or images, those words often stir up controversies as some topics run too deep for the public to accept. Below are 10 artists who have….Please read the rest of my article at therichest.com! Thank you so much! 

#Beyonce #XO song #music #artists #pop music #rap music #J-Cole #lil-wayne #Robin Thicke #kanye west #rick ross #eminem #prince #r&b music #history #self-expression

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My poem, "Orion's Belt," was published today in the online literary journal New York Dreaming. It's about that boy, this summer, the "searchlight," the nightclub, stars gazing down, and of course, the crash and the burn. Please check it out when you have a chance.

Here is a link to my poem: http://www.newyorkdreaming.net/orions-belt/

Below is a stanza from my poem. 

"...You say you’re going to stand here for forever until that searchlight gives out.

From here, the World Trade Center Number Two is looking more like a lighthouse,

rather than a symbol of unity of this city.

And as I hear the distant sounds of the Hudson,

the swishing and sweeping of wind

pushing the damp, cool air through our white collars,

as the ink-black sky bears down upon us,

stars still gleaming, Orion’s Belt somewhere above,

I look at you with a heavy heart, knowing that fall is leaving and winter approaches,

knowing we won’t be seeing each other unless you decide it’ll be okay.

I say nothing, but remain next to you as the light passes over us from time to time."

-Meira 

#poetry #poems #New York City #love #relationships #brooklyn #manhattan #the great gatsby #Meira Bienstock #Fitzgerald #nightclub #night life #phonies #orion's belt #stars

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A young, troubled girl is delivering a mysterious letter…only when she arrives at the door, she sees something that makes her think twice…and scream. Please check out the short horror film I acted in this year! Much thanks. 

Check out our film The Last One, debuting free in time for Halloween! http://lastonefilm.com

#Halloween #halloween 2013 #Blood #New York City #short film #movie #Halloween movie #Horror #Astoria #acting

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Teaser Trailer for The Last One - which premiers free online Halloween 2013!

#Halloween #Halloween 2013 #horrorfilms #short film #scary #blood #TheLastOne

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When I was writing my dark, magical realism novel, this was one of the songs I used to listen to on repeat. Great inspiration. Lindsey Stirling's violin is badass as usual and her leaps and jumps only add to the intensity. Kevin Olusola's cello performance is enticing and mournful but sweet. The string plucks, string sliding and beat boxing combined with the vocals is unique, joyful but bittersweet. 

Fantastic scenery and styling. Love this song. 

#Pentatonix #Lindsey Stirling #Beatboxing #Cello #Music #electro #hiphop music #hiphop #Contemporary Classical #Reggea #Apocolypse

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When productivity is down at a company, the three bosses sit down and figure out a plan to decrease stress. After much anxiety, Glenn gets up and yells, "Fuck me." And thus begins the idea of the comedy sketch: Sex Breaks by Something Else TV. With an unexpected, twisted ending, this sketch is sure to bring in laughs, smiles and, possibly, new ideas. 

Check out our older sketch. Thanks! 

#SexBreaks #Sex #Stress #Work #Comedy #Film #SomethingElseTV

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The English actor Jamie Campbell Bower, who starred as Anthony Hope in Tim Burton's dark, haunting and beautiful Sweeney Todd, gets out his guitar and plays his new "surprise" song 'A Better Man." With the same energy and sincerity he brought to his band The Darling Buds, Bower sings on an acoustic. Although the many of lyrics are sad and revolve around that horrible punch in gut feeling from love, Bower brings a positive outlook to the situation and combines it with genuine emotions to wrap up his song, both lyrically and melodically, which he also does in his acting, making life and all its retched problems look a little more hopeful. As always with his characters and vocals, Bower captures the darkness in life and turns it into something beautiful. 

For those who are in la-la land, The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones comes out on August 21st where Bower will star as Jace Wayland. I'm so excited to see Cassandra Claire's enchanting series come to life with one of my favorite actors! X 

Lyrics:

I showed you all of my faults

And gave you all that I had

And then you threw it away and told me to be a man

But I was

You won’t be waiting and I’ll give the ghost of what we had

So leave me shaking alone

We said forever

Am I supposed to leave that and just let go

So now it’s never from here

#jamie campbell bower #A better man #The City of Mortal Instruments #Jace Wayland #Cassandra Claire #City of Bones #The Darling Buds