Contemplations of the Subconscious

The subconscious mind is a powerful thing. It takes in all of the information from your senses. It also creates the dreams you dream. While your body rests, your subconscious can work against you. It creates an enemy within your mind that chases you, wants to kill you, wants to hurt you. It can even create the perfect lover, give you false memories within your dreams to convince you it is all real, and then tear it all away when you awake. It can also insult you, tell you hurtful and spiteful things with the mask of someone you know.

Allegorical Stream of Consciousness

I took the red pill, and I have gone down the rabbit hole. Certain things you cannot un-know, certain undeniable truths. You begin to see the lies everywhere, like seeing the architecture of a house for the first time. It was there all along. You could enjoy yourself in the house. All the forms of escapism are no longer possible. You cannot escape all of the lies.

Creative Writing Tips

I thought I would share some tips on writing that I have come across. The first problem is exposition, and how to deliver it. Exposition is essentially backstory, information about a person, place, thing, relationship, etc. It can also be grueling to read if not done right. Exposition can come out in two ways, narrative or dialogue. Depending on what your strong point is will decide where you think it should go.

History (or Scripts) Repeats Itself

When a show runs for so long, it tends to run into a rut within its scripts. For some shows like Smallville, most of the episodes are filler episodes while there are only a couple that push along a main-arc plot. This season, it is difficult to know what that plot is. However Smallville is ending this season, but Chuck is still supposedly going strong.

Writing is an Art II: Poems

It may be ironic that I do not like to read poems. To a certain extent, I do not even like to read my own poems, but for different reasons. Poems, like any form of literature, has a wide variety of styles. Because I do not like to read poems, it is almost like saying I do not like sculpture, a major category of art.

A Few Poems

I wrote some poems recently inspired/about someone special to me.

Disclaimer: Names were withheld to protect the innocent ;)

Perfect Imperfection

Veiled by an opaque mist,

Hidden from mortal sight.

Does a perfect woman exist,

With conviction and forthright.

Old Poem Revised

I recently found a document in my computer lost since 2000 (makes me wonder what my oldest file is). It was a poem I wrote (yet another sign that I was a writer first, and a programmer second). I have since edited it and present it to you for your reading pleasure.

Home

I hear the voices creep into the back of my mind

The voices like your conscience telling you right from wrong.

I feel the room darken and tell you to turn the lights back on

But I know it is not the lights, so I wait