The Diary Of Dreamscapes - E00 by SimonIscariot, literature
Literature
The Diary Of Dreamscapes - E00
I live a stressful life that is, at times, depressing. I have a small family, very few friends, and a dead end job. I have numerous hobbies to keep my mind occupied and avoid problems that arise. Reality is harsh, it's cold, it's far from fair.
But that is because, for the past few years, I have focused on the misery of existence rather than attempting to change things for the better, within myself and around myself. I have been reading and researching into a more fundamental understanding of the underlying nature of reality, of existence, of the universe itself.
I want to know my place in the universe, and how I connect to it. During this
The Fall And The Ascension by SimonIscariot, literature
Literature
The Fall And The Ascension
Roughly one thousand years ago, mankind lived in a relatively safe and peaceful world. Although war loomed around every corner, it was mostly diverted.
Technology was incredible in those days. Incredible amounts of information could be sent halfway across the globe in the blink of an eye. Many diverse types of people could speak to one another, regardless of what location on Earth they were.
There was art, there was music, there was entertainment.
Vastly sprawling civilizations, filled with humans from all walks of life, thrived and prospered.
But all was not going well.
The fear of nuclear war cast its shadow over the heads of the entir
You've had a long day, and now you're in bed. Comfortable under the covers, you close your eyes and time some time to fall asleep. Now in slumber, you wait to dream.
But the dreams don't come. Instead, a grim black ground is under your feet, and the landscape lies twisted and silent. All is quiet. It isn't dark, however. You can see yourself quite clearly, holding up your hand to look at it. Except it isn't your hand, it's some kind of simplified version of that particular limb.
You begin to walk, and walk some more. You expect this "dream" to bring you something. Anything. This want grows and grows as the minutes pass, yet you see nothing
The night's festivities were going great for Barry. He had spent at least two weeks getting everything together to throw this party, and everybody seemed to be having fun. Barry passed out drinks and snacks, briefly spoke with guests all over his apartment, all while the music played at a medium volume.
All of his guests had come except Margaret, the woman whom he worked with at the theater. She had called to say she would be a little late, but that she would make it, and so Barry waited on pins and needles for his love interest to arrive.
"Hey Barry, where'd you get these sandwiches? They're great!" Spoke Rob over the music. Barry just sni
Canvas framed in gilded oak
Called forth beckoning siren's calls
And to me, hushed whispers spoke
Of ancient ruins and withered walls
Beyond that frostbitten realm
Where snow, frozen still in the air
Casts blankets over ash and elm
And forgotten cities lost in despair
There lay dull and bitter paint
Constructing unimaginable things
Silenced, sounds not even faint
Sleep upon the graves of kings
Stopped Chronos from ticking
Hands still, still not clicking
Which broke bones and opened scars
And refused the sky her many stars
The dirt of this land in antiquity sat
Untouched by mortal hands, grew fat
And unseen by mortal eyes, la
The Diary Of Dreamscapes - E00 by SimonIscariot, literature
Literature
The Diary Of Dreamscapes - E00
I live a stressful life that is, at times, depressing. I have a small family, very few friends, and a dead end job. I have numerous hobbies to keep my mind occupied and avoid problems that arise. Reality is harsh, it's cold, it's far from fair.
But that is because, for the past few years, I have focused on the misery of existence rather than attempting to change things for the better, within myself and around myself. I have been reading and researching into a more fundamental understanding of the underlying nature of reality, of existence, of the universe itself.
I want to know my place in the universe, and how I connect to it. During this
The Fall And The Ascension by SimonIscariot, literature
Literature
The Fall And The Ascension
Roughly one thousand years ago, mankind lived in a relatively safe and peaceful world. Although war loomed around every corner, it was mostly diverted.
Technology was incredible in those days. Incredible amounts of information could be sent halfway across the globe in the blink of an eye. Many diverse types of people could speak to one another, regardless of what location on Earth they were.
There was art, there was music, there was entertainment.
Vastly sprawling civilizations, filled with humans from all walks of life, thrived and prospered.
But all was not going well.
The fear of nuclear war cast its shadow over the heads of the entir
You've had a long day, and now you're in bed. Comfortable under the covers, you close your eyes and time some time to fall asleep. Now in slumber, you wait to dream.
But the dreams don't come. Instead, a grim black ground is under your feet, and the landscape lies twisted and silent. All is quiet. It isn't dark, however. You can see yourself quite clearly, holding up your hand to look at it. Except it isn't your hand, it's some kind of simplified version of that particular limb.
You begin to walk, and walk some more. You expect this "dream" to bring you something. Anything. This want grows and grows as the minutes pass, yet you see nothing
The night's festivities were going great for Barry. He had spent at least two weeks getting everything together to throw this party, and everybody seemed to be having fun. Barry passed out drinks and snacks, briefly spoke with guests all over his apartment, all while the music played at a medium volume.
All of his guests had come except Margaret, the woman whom he worked with at the theater. She had called to say she would be a little late, but that she would make it, and so Barry waited on pins and needles for his love interest to arrive.
"Hey Barry, where'd you get these sandwiches? They're great!" Spoke Rob over the music. Barry just sni
Canvas framed in gilded oak
Called forth beckoning siren's calls
And to me, hushed whispers spoke
Of ancient ruins and withered walls
Beyond that frostbitten realm
Where snow, frozen still in the air
Casts blankets over ash and elm
And forgotten cities lost in despair
There lay dull and bitter paint
Constructing unimaginable things
Silenced, sounds not even faint
Sleep upon the graves of kings
Stopped Chronos from ticking
Hands still, still not clicking
Which broke bones and opened scars
And refused the sky her many stars
The dirt of this land in antiquity sat
Untouched by mortal hands, grew fat
And unseen by mortal eyes, la
Gabriel - The Sniper's Scope by SimonIscariot, literature
Literature
Gabriel - The Sniper's Scope
"He's been shot! Somebody call 911!"
I stood in the crowd, watching the sniper's bullet trail from the rooftop and pierce through the skull of one Dr. James Hodgkins. I watched it, over and over, allowing time to rewind back and play again like a short video stuck in a perpetual loop.
Dr. James Hodgkins.
He was the man who would inevitably create a vaccine for the Gottschalk's Gammaretrovirus which was, at the time he began developing it, sweeping its way through parts of Asia and the Middle East, killing thousands. The best thing the medical world could hope for before Hodgkins was medicine created by the Parvathi Pharmaceutical Corporati
"My name is Natasha welcome to the real world kid."
Maxxie blinked a couple of times before he was able to see with any great depth as the woman ruffled his hair as you would a child. It felt like he was still on the bitter-cool metal table and the pain in his abdomen still surged its way back and forth like a wave. The last remnants of a headache scurried from Debussy's arabesques to the webbed corners of his mind.
"You're right." She spoke pre-emptively to thoughts he wasn't thinking, leaning on the table over him. "This isn't quite the music you're used too, but in God's house we don't play "drum and bass", so deal w
~Broken~
You were given everything.
You left nothing.
I was one person before you,
Now I'm someone else entirely.
I used to smile, to laugh, to be able to have a good day.
But now...
Now I never smile.
Now I never laugh.
Now my days are far from the best, and close to the worst.
In no time at all, I've fallen into the depths of hate.
I've fallen out of the grasp of love.
Because of you,
That old me is gone.
Replaced by someone broken.
I'm not the only one who notices.
My friends, my family.
Your friends.
They all notice the girl you used to hold hands with,
The girl you used to text until you fell asleep,
The girl you
Current Residence: Latvia Favourite genre of music: Classical Favourite photographer: Joseph Nicéphore Niépce Favourite style of art: Surrealism Operating System: Windows Vista MP3 player of choice: iPhone Shell of choice: Turtle Wallpaper of choice: A solid color, though I do like floral patterns for the bathroom. Skin of choice: Chicken Favourite cartoon character: Captain Planet Personal Quote: "Yes." - George W. Bush
Favourite Visual Artist
Vincent van Gogh
Favourite Movies
Metropolis
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Beatles
Favourite Writers
H. P. Lovecraft
Favourite Games
Poker
Favourite Gaming Platform
Xbox 360
Tools of the Trade
Hammer and nails.
Other Interests
Reading, writing, movies, music, sometimes computer/video games.
I've been gone for a while. It's a strange and incredible story, that would take me days to really get into, so I'll try to keep it short and simple.
I moved back to West Virginia after having lived with my sister for two years. It was the worst experience in my life, though I did learn some valuable things that will inevitably help me for decades to come. I had a seething hate for that part of my family (her, her husband, and her son my nephew). I eventually forgave them, but haven't talked to them in some time. I had started practicing kinds of magic while I was there. I started drinking and doing drugs, because of absolute, biting depress
After a week of pure, unadulterated Eyes Wide Shut type activity (sans the Hindu chanting and Luciferian orgies), I've begun work on a short story based on my previous flash fiction "The Dreamweavers."
I'm also in the process of writing a novel, anticipating National Novel Writing Month, which is taking place in November. I'll lay the groundwork for the novel, and then finish it over the course of the month of November. It will be a departure from my usual stories, and delve in fantasy science fiction.
Other than that, I hope everybody has a terrific June into July.
Thriller, Zenyatta Mondatta, Duke, No Jacket Required, A Kind Of Magic, The Joshua Tree. We've had a lot of great albums in the 1980's. It was a great decade for music. But a lot of good albums went under the radar. Here's my Top Five 80's Albums You've Never Heard.
5. Skinny Puppy's "Bites"
While New Wave reigned in the 80's, the Canadian electronic music group Skinny Puppy was possibly the very antithesis of the glitz and glamor of the New Wave genre. Bizarre on-stage theatrics, loud sound, low energy, deep, dark, gothic. Skinny Puppy helped forge industrial music and laid a path for later acts, such as Nine Inch Nails and Ministry. Desp