Why I love product design

I like design, not because I like shopping, my interest lays with how it is made, possibly understanding how to make a positive impact, or have a better understanding of how it all works.

I feel like I know so much more, and the more I know the less I am worried, I see the positive, where as once I only saw the negative.

 

Knickers

I lay them out on the bed for you to choose,

I take a photo and send it to you,

you pick black lace with a flowery front,

I slip them on, and read my book,

My thighs now on your mind all day,

what I wear you choose,

only you know what I wear beneath my dress,

until I see you tonight,

I hope my knickers and thighs are on your mind.

thinking it through in a poem

My body shakes, and I can’t sleep, 

I feel all messed up, was dating you good for me?

Or just a cut getting deeper, 

I know you will hurt me again, 

Should I prepare, or leave. 

You make me hate everyone in the room, 

And now I think, should I share my feelings with you? 

hearts break, late night at the party

I was so caught up being a good partner, 

A had a drink and chatted and relaxed, 

They were kissing others out of sight and then infront of me, 

I was right there, why not kiss me your partner, 

I knew things would get worse from there,

Late at night I went to bed exhasted, tired of watching my feelings be trampled, 

As i lay there stomach churning, I could here, 

Sounds that of sex and lust. 

Do I leave a love? Am I pathetic? 

sex and solitude (lyrics)

Solitary blues

In solitude with too many things to do,

In solitude, ten days, with too many little things to do,

­­ In the thick of a solitude session, just me with a little more me

In the walls which I sit, there are open doors but I do not move

In solitude I find my own things to do,

 

SEX

Sex running through my blood,

Sex is running through my blood, pretty little loveI had, now I want,

My blood is a little warmer thinking of you,

Warm thighs and tight clothing, I last the longest

Sex is all around, and it makes me smile how attractive the world is

Seven thoughts on my mind as I sing my Solitary blues (lyrics)

 

DENIAL

In solitude with too many things to do,

Sex running through my blood,

I stay up late looking for answers,

Messy room, materials and unfinished pieces,

Doesn’t take long for me to lose my mind.

Independent thought is  – ugly, rough around the edges, unprofessional.

Copy cat, that is where it is at

 

ANGER

In solitude, ten days, with too many little things to do,

Sex is running through my blood, pretty little loveI had, now I want,

I stay up late looking for answers, please enlighten me while I close my eyes

Messy room, clothes on the floor, I don’t want to throw anything out,

I am frozen here, wanting to move,  i think im losing a piece of myself,

Trying to think a clear thought, but it just isn’t feeling that way,

Everything has been done, what am I doing anyway

 

­­  BARGAINING

I the thick of a solitude session, just me with a little more me

My blood is a little warmer thinking of you,

Late is the hour, looking for something more, drousy mind, any answer will do,

I have not cleaned in so long, so many, could be projects

I feel my world a little over simplified

I try to create my own thing, but all I am doing is making a mess

Copy copy paste.

 

DEPRESSION

In the walls which I sit, there are open doors but I do not move

Warm thighs and tight clothing, I last the longest

I stay up very late, searching, for idk what

Messy room, now clean, fabrics drapped over things, chic

Doesn’t take long to lose my mind, doesn’t take long to find it either,

I try to make something of myself, but unsure what will work

Keep it simple, inspiration is everywhere

 

ACCEPTANCE

In solitude I find my own things to do,

Sex is all around, and it makes me smile how attractive the world is,

I stay up late as a am still enjoying the day,

Neat room, books in a line, I feel comfort here, and I am glad I cleaned it

My mind I keep, personal best and a smile above the rest

I think, see watch and do, after all that is all you can do

I think and write funny little list, for a few close friends to witness

I copy you, and you copy me hand in hand

Title:  Blonde Sanders and the Paper people. ( draft/ Science fiction)

 

I was sitting the lunch room, eating a cheese sandwadge, not because I was hungry, I like cheese, I was just pasing the time. I had also been flolding origami animals. I made a swan, and several smaller swans I lined up behind the mother swan, I sat back and admired my creations. You need a hobby on these long scouting missions.

I was sent here on a scouting mission as my ship explored each planet one by one in this solar system.

You can’t understand a planet just by looking from above. I was given, a 7 water shots that will last the week, and 10 food shots so I don’t go hungry. Though I am happy to fast for a few days, hunger keeps me sharp and alert.

I packed them into my backpack. Along with the usuall emergency supplies: oxygem helmet, ray gun and first aid kit, and of course my intergalaxtic passport. I am always forgetting that.

I arrived on the planet in what seems to be mid morning. The locals we a little startled as I made such a racket coming down. But I made the intergalactic greating and began my tour of the planet.

I look around at all the quaint houses, neat in every way. The ground, the buildings, even the sky had a neat proper perfect look to it. It took me some time to put my finger on it why things looked so neat.  I placed my hand up against a building and absurved its texture, and thats when I got a paper cut. A yes, this world is made of paper, paper roads, paper buildings, paper clouds in a paper sky, and paper people walking on by.

I spoke to the locals and followed a crowd to a town meeting. There I spoke to the mayor and asked if someone could show me around. He got his assistant to show me around. A paper lady, with paper hair curls.

“Greetings I am Blonde Sanders” – I said out aloud. In an all too loud voice.

“ hehe, no need for such formalities, you sound like you are from a 1950’s space film. Carrie is the name. I am the assistant to the mayor at Paperville” –  Carrie said with a smile.

on an origami world I met an origami girl.

We had much to talk about my human world, and her paper thin world.

Her skirt hung of her paper thin waste, with just the right folds.

We went a park to watch ducks swim on a blue paper lake,

And although I cannot live here, and live on paper spaghetti with a red paper sauce, with paper cheese shavings. I am not meant for this angular world.