commit 11cef13f29c8aa2d2a5850bdc8580b812d580415
parent 9e3a08023f77ddd472827ad6d5a942252902e0a6
Author: Szymon Mikulicz <szymon.mikulicz@aptiv.com>
Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2023 20:27:20 +0100
Add some scattered poetry
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diff --git a/content/5-write/2022-12-20-wasteland.md b/content/5-write/2022-12-20-wasteland.md
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+---
+Title: Wasteland
+Published: 2022-12-20
+Author: Szymon
+Layout: blog
+Tag: poetry
+---
+
+In a grey and empty wasteland,
+a rusty car with engine on,
+stands and waits for its last run,
+before its spirit has to go,
+
+wind whistles in it's holes,
+plays sad and longing song,
+reminds: when engine stalls,
+prepare to say "so long".
diff --git a/content/5-write/2022-12-21-dreams.md b/content/5-write/2022-12-21-dreams.md
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+---
+Title: Dreams
+Published: 2022-12-21
+Author: Szymon
+Layout: blog
+Tag: poetry
+---
+
+Some dreams are big -
+vast, like the void in outer space,
+they want to change the fabric of,
+bring each and every part in the right place,
+so that it all unfolds,
+few, special days
+
+Some dreams are small -
+plain, like specks of dust on your floor,
+they want to broom away for once,
+bring each and every grain out of the door,
+so that you can just rest,
+and smile some more.
diff --git a/content/5-write/2023-01-01-that-torrent.md b/content/5-write/2023-01-01-that-torrent.md
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+---
+Title: That torrent
+Published: 2023-01-01
+Author: Szymon
+Layout: blog
+Tag: poetry
+---
+
+Chunks of my heart,
+fell long ago,
+in a torrent,
+I've seen them flow,
+Never again,
+I thought I'll see,
+I just felt pain,
+I ceased to be,
+But fishing through,
+waters of life,
+found them again,
+they felt so right.
diff --git a/content/5-write/2023-05-16-window.md b/content/5-write/2023-05-16-window.md
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+---
+Title: Window
+Published: 2023-05-16
+Author: Szymon
+Layout: blog
+Tag: poetry
+---
+
+One day with my window slightly ajar,
+I sat, inside has fallen a star,
+Right on my lap it landed,
+Right to my heart it bonded.
+
+I said to the little star: "Why me?",
+For most of my life I just drunk tea,
+Alone, with cats and books and sounds,
+A stone has life more worth applauds.
+
+The star just looked at me confused,
+And felt the warmth of what had fused
+With her, engulfed her familiar pain,
+Bothered not she had to feel again
+
diff --git a/content/5-write/2023-10-07-light.md b/content/5-write/2023-10-07-light.md
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+---
+Title: Light
+Published: 2023-10-07
+Author: Szymon
+Layout: blog
+Tag: poetry
+---
+
+Do not stare into the infinite light,
+Open the window not, too bright, too bright...
+As feet unravel soil beneath the soles,
+Let worms arise, creeping through the pores,
+Flat endless ceiling up overhead,
+Unbounded vastness, should be instead
+Understandable
+
+Rage, rage against the dying of the mind
