I'm working on a deadline for a site that's supposed to go live tonight (Friday, March 21st, 2008) and I've been writing through the night on pages of technology copy. Since I still really want to write a Ficlet, and might be a little low on energy / creativity, I wanted to post a poem that I wrote a few months ago. So, here it is... -------------- _Complacency_, a seed that should never grow roots in my heart; _Expectations_, a self-predestined future that will tear me apart. Flow like a viscous liquid that adapts to form; with membrane intact, rework the norm. _Destiny_, just a figment in my wildest dreams; _Blood_, the payment token if I want to succeed. Buzzing like a bee with an alcohol rush; my mind wandering on the canvas with life's paintbrush. _Choice_, the responsibility that lies with us all; _Failure_, what happens when I don't risk the fall. Knowing my ceiling but never even reaching the floor; these are my qualities, hate or adore. http://ficlets.com/feed/story/25371