the.web.hermit's New Writeups

May 17, 2009 (dream)

2009-05-17T07:25:50Z

My brain goes to weird lengths to try and communicate to me at times. We get along just fine, but sometimes it shows me things it really shouldn't. It went too far this time. I'm used to having it throw weird crap at me, but last nights dream was way too disturbing. You may not find this disturbing, but I did and I feel the need to express it.

When I say weird crap... well you know how brains can be right? Previous experiences include: a dead baby covered in blood, with hooks for hands, climbing up the wall of my house while I'm trying to beat the crap out of it with a broom through my window, a vacuum cleaner turning into a teenage girl, being chased by the tongue of a plasticine monster that could not be killed with dynamite, etc. I could go on, but what I'm trying to say is that I found this stuff usual and that when I awake after a bad dream I am not disturbed.

But last night was very different and very…

First Encounter with Death (poetry)

2008-12-07T17:35:49Z

A man died outside my window last night,
The bus, it's light still dim, inert,
With a shade of blue slowly revolving,
The police blocked the road.

Like a ghoul, I looked upon the aftermath,
The body lay lonely on the asphalt,
The whole scene hung there, desolate, quiet,
Like a Hopper painting, between my window,

The only thing I could muster from myself,
Was minor, shallow,
I expected fierce sorrow, but felt nothing,
I looked again, nothing,
I looked again-
Silence, no roar of epiphany, empathy,
Which one of us was meant to be dead?

I stopped looking,
It was equally as inhumane,
To search and expect,
As it was to not feel,

In the end I could only decide,
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Gone in Sixty Seconds 2008 - Theatre Quest Entries (fiction)

2008-04-06T22:11:45Z

"VALENTINES DAY"

SCENE: TWO WOMEN SEATED ON A PARK BENCH

FEMALE LOVER: I hate Valentines Day. It just reminds me that I'm always gonna be alone. I'm never gonna have someone to love, whose heart beats in unison with mine, in perfect synch.

FEMALE FRIENDS: C'mon you'll find someone. You have to keep some hope about you.

F LOVER: You keep saying that, but when will I meet him?

*Enter two men from the side in mid conversation.

MALE FRIEND: I hate this day, I really do.

MALE LOVER: Yeah well I hate it mo-

*He pauses and both Male and female lover stop and stare at each other, there's about a ten second pause in which the male friend waves his hand in front of the male lover's face*

M LOVER *out of the corner of his mouth: Do you suppose she's seeing anyone?

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Smell the sea (poetry)

2008-02-25T21:23:38Z

Open up and smell the sea,
The howl of willow waves
Leaving footprints in the sand,

Open up and smell the sea,
As it's glass blown shape,
Is melting to the moon,

Open up and smell the sea,
Incurable snatches of water,
Flung like daggers to the land,

Open up and smell the sea,
Every moment, swallowed,
With neither judgement or reproach,

Open up and smell the sea,
For many tears have made it,
But it's sweet to the touch of hands,

Open up and smell the sea,
A labyrinth of sympathy,
Held within the lungs,

Open up and smell the sea,
For meaning maybe else where,
But the sea shall understand,