ReroutedAnother seventy-two characters, another seventy-two grand. Each and every keystroke only lead the conductor of cybernetic calamity towards greater archives of digital riches and rewards. Tap-tap-tap and up went an idle copy of a firewall’s coding, a program completely identical to the original, but with so many more wounds to open. A simple six-digit code and one could take an electric vacuum to the account and drag away every cent they could find. Just a single perk that came with the ever-rewarding occupation of cyber-smuggler.Rerouted by AnUnfoldedPaperTiger
And today? Today had been an absolutely prodigious day for cyber-smuggling. Late Saturday had arrived early, coming ‘round the clock at a record time of 4:45. By the time the global alarms went off, every man-operated cyber-surveillance system had been dropped in favor of the raising of glasses and the imbibing of the night. Entire ethereal warehouses of nothing but bank accounts, shipping routes, shareholder stocks and top-secret information block
My School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant)I'm a criminal because my values aren't their valuesMy School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant) by Raevenous
And I'm scum to say the least
Because I'm not on their list
Ones who have their lives set out
And drink from molten glory raining down from
School top balconies...
And I have myself left to blame for all the non-attempts
And truancies; the bleak distractions
That help me escape the inviolable test-score stares
Of disapproval that I attract from their
And they're forced to ask me 'Why?
Why are you still here?'
And I can barely say
That I'm afraid to leave.
That I know that no-one knows
Or what they want to be
But unlike those
I gave up
A while ago
And they can't tell me to my face that I'm a failure so they heavily imply
That my lacking presence
And even less impressive
Tendency for slacking off is evidence
That I am stupid and a fool and nothing more than such a waste of resources
And it's a disappointment
That I don't hold their ideals
Can Your Parents Relate?You, the girl in the corner of your bedroomCan Your Parents Relate? by Rifle1980
That with each passing year since birth
Has had her confidence sold to those that stare
For so much less than it is worth
When it should be a priceless commodity
Especially to a doting dad
Is he not supposed to give to his child
All the things that he never had?
You, the girl in the corner of the classroom
That has forgotten how to smile
Are you tired of being told it’s just a phase
And you’ll snap out of it in a while?
It should be obvious that you are struggling
Especially to a loving mum
As she's already lived through those tearful days
That for you have yet to come
You, the girl hiding in the shadow you cast
Please accept your parent’s flaws
No matter what success or failure you taste
Do not let them be the cause
They created a life in love or in lust
Now nurturing has turned to neglect
A bird feeds her young till the day they can fly
So maybe now you should leave the nest
Scraps of WarIf I gathered everything,Scraps of War by AnUnfoldedPaperTiger
The guns, the garments, the badges and bombs,
From every war that's ever been waged
Would I be able to sew together, to burn with bronze
Wings for the fallen so that they might
Could I give their beloveds enough fire and powder
To ignite the lives that they too swiftly lost?
If I collected every spec of scorched earth
That remained of once-standing cities
Would it be enough to build something
Could I take the shattered remains of
Oceanside bluffs and bustling metropoli
And form something that shall stand eternal?
If I counted the years
That every soldier lost during
His life on the battlefield
Could I finally achieve immortality?
Would I be able to stop my hair
From graying? To stop the clock
From ticking? To stop the world
The Journey of SongHow do I sing? Myself and others haveThe Journey of Song by AnUnfoldedPaperTiger
Demanded a harmony to the melody;
An answer to a question. Perhaps I may
Before I begin, the song must precede me.
Sometimes it rocks my arms, legs and chest
In tune with velvet swells or gently raises me
In the symphony's opening
From there the storm begins.
Fire burns with golden fury.
Silvery raindrops fall from an ashen overcast,
Exploding at the sound of black thunder and the flash
Of white lightning. Magnificence strikes the stage!
I howl with the wind.
Rage serenity, beauty, madness.
Stardust, moonlight, firestorms, blizzards.
I take all of them and call upon their power.
One by one, they energize, flaring and bursting
With the zenith of the sun.
Empyrya, Inferno, Asphodel and beyond.
Traveling across the planes, I continue my ascension.
I race the melody,
Meeting its challenge as I
Loop, whirl, spiral and spin
Into the trance that enraptures me.
I cannot break from it. It is not my desire to.
The melody, however, begi