Aaron Hoffmann Principal UX Product DesignerFrankly, this one sounds a little vengeful. A snippet of some larger idea I’m sure:
All these rules
yet no contest to win,
All these finishing lines
yet no race to begin,
All these confessions made
yet no truth to the sins.You haul all day
and bruise all night
but your difference to the world
a short list to recite.
Another nearly illegible scrap from my notebook in need of transformation, let me know what you think:
a
pinchful of breadloaf
torn from its cozy yeastmates,
whole wheat mere passengers
on a placid pond.
betrayed by its buoyancy,it succumbs to the will of the water.
I stumbled upon some old poetry notes, thought of cleaning them up just a touch and sharing here. Feel free to share your thoughts or suggestions in the comments.
Why do you believe?
There’s trouble on two seas,
and we swing in different trees.Is it blind or is it bland?
You see glass, I the sand.
I’d walk but it hugs my knees.Why do you persist?
We’re dots on different grids.
I chase cars, you after kids.Is it brown or is it blond
across town or across the pond?
You question god, I the cherubs.Why do you bother?
An adult or peevish toddler,
the steamy novel of a clergy author.Is it bond or is it bomb,
our intercourse by intercom?
Are you my girl or just someone’s daughter?
Sounds rather dark and defiant.