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Literature
sweaterse
when you've a love
in repose,
all quiets
are woven together.
all worries and
worships and
weathering
kept, cared,
covered.
every summer
warms, every winter
draws closer.
and the silences
sweeter than
heaven.
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Escaping with style
There were no blaring sirens or flashing lights as I dashed down the corridors, but there might as well have been. Data streaming across one side of my goggles told me that I had successfully triggered the alarm when I took the hard drive stack. I knew I had four and a half minutes until the security forces arrived. When I reached the security door I was already sending signals to my devices connected into the system. A crude video relay looped images of the empty corridor into the security camera feeds. The data mining box cut the stream of keyword-laden signals with which it had been scattering the building system’s attention. Grinning at my own ingenuity, I hit the unlock button. How many other thieves would have got in by manipulating the mood of a building’s computer systems? But then, how many other thieves understood the emergent emotional states of high end electronics? This was why I'd been hired. The door failed to hiss open. Frowning, I slapped the button again. Still
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What Things Cost
What Things Cost the best things in life are the farthest thing from free; they cost everything i know this as i wake up, aching in the same position we eased back down to earth in; powering down, still entangled we do adjust, eventually, but not away and i focus just long enough into the dark, to realize that we still have a few hours left to sleep here, the rise and fall of your breath, against me slows time, fogs my ability to fear anything but its departure and i know the act of making memories like these only defers the pooling pain of the present deeper into the trench into the dark seafloor mix of distorted time and the lost lonely continents that, in their descent, left behind the very same spirit and power vacuums we’ve settled into i know a day is brewing below that will one day rise to strike me down, like the earth pounds a single raindrop into mist i know little, yet, of what things cost, little, but enough to not let go
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4-Word Microprose for #minimalit.
My first attempt for this particular discipline. Er, I'm trying to suggest the tee flying up too when the ball is struck, getting a hole in one and winning the game. (While indulging my apparently desperate need for puns...) Perhaps anyone reading this could let me know how successful I was
My first attempt for this particular discipline. Er, I'm trying to suggest the tee flying up too when the ball is struck, getting a hole in one and winning the game. (While indulging my apparently desperate need for puns...) Perhaps anyone reading this could let me know how successful I was
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*LOL*
I must say I have a soft spot for golfing when one of my numerous P.E. teachers one day came up with an armful of badly beaten clubs and we had the most fun, trying to find the balls on the rugby lawn without quoting a certain Adam Sandler movie. Our "hole" was 3m (About 10 ft?) wide. XD;;
This could have been something we've said, or shouted, or sang. Yup.
I must say I have a soft spot for golfing when one of my numerous P.E. teachers one day came up with an armful of badly beaten clubs and we had the most fun, trying to find the balls on the rugby lawn without quoting a certain Adam Sandler movie. Our "hole" was 3m (About 10 ft?) wide. XD;;
This could have been something we've said, or shouted, or sang. Yup.