Selfishness 101

Nobody actually needs this class.

We need no classes teaching us
To justify our selfishness.
A thing we know instinctively;
And do, without reluctancy.

We’ll think up reasons later why
That no one else should ever quail,
For what we want is always good
Because we want it. End of tale.

Like A Broken Faucet

Deadlines suck.

Deadlines suck, I hate ’em, damn ’em!
I want everything to go
As it should, and nice, in order;
No last-minute’s in this show —

I don’t do well under pressure.
Preparation: steady, slow,
That’s when I am most productive
Some, already, of you know

I work like a broken faucet;
Dripping constantly enough –
Put me under immense pressure,
And my handle
Might
Fly off

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The Heat is On

Do you thrive under pressure or crumble at the thought of it? Does your best stuff surface as the deadline approaches or do you need to iterate, day after day to achieve something you’re proud of? Tell us how you work best.

Poem Written Age 21 – Wet Dream

Her dress had gotten wet from sudden showers…

Her dress had gotten wet from sudden showers

I only had one thought, but it was strong:

I want to get that dress wet from the inside

And give her sudden rainfall all night long

soul’s slow death

choices lead us where are.

choices lead us where are,
many steps along the way;
then we look up and we’re lost –
where we were, so far away –

though we keep a smooth veneer,
there’s real truth behind the lie;
measuring afflicted souls
as they slowly go
to die

Everywhere

I used to see you everywhere.

I used to see you everywhere
On every city street;
The faces might be strange to me
No one I’d ever meet

And yet, I’d see your face in them,
The color of your hair:
It didn’t matter where I went
I saw you everywhere

But time – it laughs at shadows, and
The glances just grew less;
I didn’t see you anymore
And much to my distress

I found one day that hope had died
That last gasp of romance –
No crowd seems so exciting as
When there was still
A chance