#word exercises

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matter

Does it mean much to you that space compresses time so much so that light bends backwards in vacuums visiting places before it has visited them accumulating mass filling points on the fabric of reality warping matter into black holes like the hole you left in my heart.

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word dislocation

oceans sea beneath the waves the horizon deep below the surface continents flooded wet salty coastlines sea life algal bloom rising warming washing away cliffs and sand pacific indian giver of life taker of life the largest desert thirsty adrift sinking lost upon

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aware

I blame random word generators for this.

Aware, Constraint, Defend, Pay, Particle, Village, Lift, Stir, Slice, Straighten, Climate, Bounce, Unlike, Brush, Attachment, Random, Shoulder, Link, Paper, Bald

Struggling to stay aware

The world around me acts more as a constraint

Held down by those seeking to defend

The brutality of the piper's pay

I am but a particle

A grain of sand in this global village

But give me time, I will lift us all up

Sand can become sandstone, sand can stir into storms

I am how I am sliced

Straightened out by society

A product of this climate of fear and entitlement

Another one thrown into a world unable to bounce

Landing on my face unlike the others

Nothing but a brush and a canvas to tell my tale

Never get too in, avoid all attachment

The random number generator of life's lottery

Will cost you a leg and an arm, then come back for the shoulder

Because until we can all chain together we're nothing but loose links

Numbers on the paper of powerful men looking to exploit us

Selling us their bald faced lies about some dream

Houses are unaffordable, cars are too expensive, love is unattainable and lust is still unavoidable

So what am I to do but try and remain aware

I am just a piece of a puzzle no-one is solving.

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Exercise of the Day - Thursday, 14th April, 2016.

This week’s exercises are word pools by sound. Find me on wordpress or support me on patreon.

Word of the Day - Fear. Feel. Fierce. Fickle. Fix. Fine. Hear. Tear. Teal. Real.

I fear that I am feeling fine. No longer do the fickle fears prickling at my mind seem so real. I saw you, Teal - eyes of blue and malice. I never hear you shed a tear, though I fear you suffer in silence. What kind of violence would I need to rouse you of this fixture, to be fierce doesn’t fit our picture of misery and contempt shared through a mutual fear of being alone. I fear that I am feeling in love, no longer able to break the fickle tickle of my heart whenever you are near.

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A Weeks Worth of Exercise

Every day I do a word exercise - for this week I picked a random word and came up with nine related words (related by reference) then made a flash fiction based on the pool of words I came up with.

Enjoy.

Monday 4th of April, 2016.

Sleep Dream Nightmare Wake Funeral Wedding Love Hate War Death

Today I sleep, dream of darker places and nightmares until I wake, to my funeral - a wedding to a woman I love and together we will endure the hate and barbs of families and friends. A war against our beginnings that only ends with our collective death.

Tuesday 5th of April, 2016.

Gold Wealth Luxury Coffee Cigarettes Smoke Aroma Perfume Woman Lover

Her eyes are gold - amber rings belying a wealth that lies beneath the skin. She gifts me the luxury of knowing her intimately with just a smile. In the morning I wake and she offers me coffee in bed before retreating to the hotel balcony with her cigarettes. Smoke rises from her lips, the wind blows it into the room where its aroma mingles with her floral perfume. I should be ashamed, I am a woman and she is my lover.

Wednesday 6th of April, 2016.

Leaf Green Inexperienced Virginal Sex Love Safety Warmth Happiness Hope

The leaves are no longer green as the summer starts to end. My inexperienced hands grapple with branches and boughs. Our first summer together is virginal, the coming winter fills my mind with thoughts of sex and love and warmth but for now I take your love as we climb the tree and sit together looking over the valley. Your arms wrap around my shoulders, there is safety even on the precipice of falling. The summer breeze is warmth and happiness, your embrace is hope in the face of the coming winter’s snow.

Thursday 7th of April, 2016.

Opera Night Starlight Sun Photosynthesis Synthetic Chemical Substance Soul Love.

An Opera - deep into the night beneath the starlight trickled down by distant suns. The stars do not provide photosynthesis, so only synthetic life can live in their gaze. Chemical smells fill the air, like dew condensing their nostrils, as they coat themselves in longevity substances and dress up their souls to rove out in search of love.

Friday 8th of April, 2016.

hydrophobic duck waterfowl pond floating swimming diving abyss forsaken lost 

Is a hydrophobic duck still a waterfowl? I am in the pond, floating across the surface. Watching me swimming about. Diving in, deep down into the abyss below, the duck searches through roots and brack seeking out forsaken snacks, before it too is lost drowning in the darkness. Perhaps it was smart, to fear the water.