commit e602fe206cd8a79cba1ea5a6544d701fac6537c9 parent 99b4eaeb886cd984e650dd9ef9eca3a17f77b507 Author: Szymon Mikulicz <szymon.mikulicz@aptiv.com> Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2023 18:46:20 +0100 Add poetry from markor Diffstat:
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diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-01-pm0.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-01-pm0.md @@ -0,0 +1,36 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₀ +Published: 2020-01-01 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +The day was bright, +as sun travelled, +across the skies, +towards the ground. + +It'll be alright, +said tidy man, +how free of woe, +although screenbound + +So many died, +whilst waiting for +medical team's +vechicle's sound + +But oh the might, +of tidy men, +that fight to make, +their speech profound + +They think they're right, +because they rule, +long time ago, +by vote were crowned + +But now the streets, +are full of us, +their blood will flow, +their kin be drowned diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-02-pm1.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-02-pm1.md @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₁ +Published: 2020-01-02 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +I love the time of now, +the time before the new + +I cannot grasp the how, +the why, the what, the who + +But every time I draw, +my friends and me and you + +Memory of what I saw, +on paper has its view + +And though the time will go, +and life will change it's hue + +The time of now i know, +I'll love, before it's due diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-03-pm3.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-03-pm3.md @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₃ +Published: 2020-01-03 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +I told the flow of time, +to slow down for a while, +to give me a chance, +to think + +I need just a bit more, +to leer into my core, +to force emotions, +to shrink + +So I can make a plan, +to not be overrun, +to stop my mind's urge, +to sink + +Day ends, life's seas I've swum +to end, until I've come +to it, took the time, +to blink diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-04-pm4.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-04-pm4.md @@ -0,0 +1,30 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₄ +Published: 2020-01-04 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Pause, +Now reach, +Into the heart, + +See? +Its them, +they need to leave + +Thoughts, +feelings, +my mind is chained + +Look, +its her, +she holds the chain + +Yes, +I know, +"Just cut the chain" + +Though, +It hurts, +It's all I have diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-05-pm5.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-05-pm5.md @@ -0,0 +1,30 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₅ +Published: 2020-01-05 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Walk outside , +swim the sea of people, +meet and talk + +Through the door, +from crowded city streets +noise and booze + +Beautiful, +sit beside her for once, +so they say + +Mouth open, +but it doesn't make a sound, +what to say? + +Hand reaches +but it doesn't want to touch +a stranger + +How can I? +If I cannot do it +In my head diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-06-pm6.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-06-pm6.md @@ -0,0 +1,22 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₆ +Published: 2020-01-06 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +I thought I knew +how you might feel +about me + +I thought I saw +how you were real +in your eyes + +But it was just +reflected will +of my mind + +And though your gone, +my visions still +hount unchanged diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-07-pm7.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-07-pm7.md @@ -0,0 +1,41 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₇ +Published: 2020-01-07 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +The dark has come, +slowly, +but surely, +encroaching + +I cannot see, +my eyes, +succumbed to +the sadness + +Towards the light! +I hear +a voice of +my reason + +There is no light. +Responds, +despairing, +broken heart + +Life chugs along, +unstopped, +goals are set, +but joy lost + +I stand and fight, +proudly, +inside fear +takes over + +The dark had come, +I've lost, +my lungs filled, +mind shattered diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-08-pm8.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-08-pm8.md @@ -0,0 +1,31 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₈ +Published: 2020-01-08 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Rain plays its rhythm slowly, +the sky is gray and bland, +and soon the night will wander in, +tuck in this sleepy land + +Through windows, closed, but napping, +intruder tries to slip, +a bit of afternoons wet air, +"come out", whispers, "don't weep" + +"But", "Stop, don't linger longer", +"Now, breathe in deep and slow", +"Smell it? The smell of empty streets", +it makes me want to go + +I step outside, say goodbyes, +by mist in whole swallowed, +"my home is here no more my love", +"I'm off", steps died, wind howled + +Rain plays its rhythm slowly, +no stars on blackest sky, +but soon the day will shine it's light, +unveil if I still cry diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-09-pm9.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-09-pm9.md @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₉ +Published: 2020-01-09 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Sometimes I feel, +like nothing's lost, +like every day, +I like the most + +And when I walk, +I feel my feet, +down on the ground, +the soil they meet + +And when I breathe, +the air comes in, +and feels my lungs, +up to the brim + +And where I look, +there's something new, +that keeps myself, +from missing you diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-10-pm10.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-10-pm10.md @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₁₀ +Published: 2020-01-10 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Slithering lines of darkness, +slowly flow down your back, +your eyes now a bit hazy, +though still ready to attack + +Swift movements of your muscles, +now but a memory, +your prey so terrified once, +now sleeps without a worry + +Locomotive of your life, +is near its final stop, +though with might of the engine, +steam roars out from chimneys top + +The power that lays within, +can heal, bring joy, fix heart, +the flame of fiery soul, +will burn right until we part diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-11-pm11.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-11-pm11.md @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₁₁ +Published: 2020-01-11 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Sometimes the day just starts, +and on it goes and goes, +just like the one before, +nor fun nor full of woes + +The trap has closed it's teeth, +you can't escape no more, +tomorrow feels the same, +what are you waiting for + +And then there's a day +when everything goes well, +you try and you succeed, +might you escape this helll? + +But deep inside you know, +that hell cannot be seen, +in life out there, instead +it follows you, within diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-12-pm12.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-12-pm12.md @@ -0,0 +1,36 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₁₂ +Published: 2020-01-12 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Tuk-tuk, tuk-tuk, +the wheels of steel, +familiar sound, +that makes me heal. + +Trees quickly flow, +outside the glass, +and with them too, +my past shall pass. + +I leave my home, +to silent plants, +watered by ghosts, +time to make plans. + +I'll change myself, +I'll find my way, +I'll meet someone, +or so I pray + +Tuk-tuk, tuk-pssh, +train stops, I'm here, +new, happy life +is surely near + +In queue behind, +waits pasenger, +strangely see-through, +while plants wither diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-13-pm14.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-13-pm14.md @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₁₄ +Published: 2020-01-13 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +And so the story begins, +without a faintest of sound, +hidden between the trees, +waiting just to be found + +Its letters sprout out and grow, +from pages of soil and rot, +together words they form, +that bloom led by sun's plot + +And when the time is just right, +sentences are born of bloom, +they bring inside a flesh +of meaning to consume + +Now bite deep inside the fruit, +absorb the story in whole +you'll be left with a seed, +to plant in other's soul diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-14-pm15.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-14-pm15.md @@ -0,0 +1,39 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₁₅ +Published: 2020-01-14 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +You open eyes, +slowly, + +You look around, +sharply, + +But you cannot +find it + +Imagine it, +clearly + +How does it look, +to you? + +Does it feel warm, +cozy? + +Or is it cold, +scary? + +Or gray, empty, +unchanged? + +Take a few steps, +towards + +Or maybe you, +shouldn't + +You don't want to +spoil it diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-15-pm16.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-15-pm16.md @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₁₆ +Published: 2020-01-15 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +A thin and measly twig protrudes, +straight of the plane of gray vastness, +cracks slowly creep and spread around, +herald the time of happiness + +When clouds of smoke and dust arise, +and nearly nothing can be seen, +the twig fights hard it doesn't budge, +it knows what weakness means for him + +He saw his kin give up and die, +one day the green is here and lives, +the next, gray takes the charge again, +it's hard when anybody leaves + +The twig got smashed, had little sun, +It's leaves were bit, it's roots had rot, +but soul of green still brighly lit, +will show the gray what strength he's got diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-16-pm17.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-16-pm17.md @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₁₇ +Published: 2020-01-16 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Clock slowly moves its hands around, +I often try to look elsewhere, +The night ends soon, sun is abound, +This thought I really cannot bear + +The future filled by emptiness, +as always, yet so different, +out of the floor creeps loneliness, +stops being caught in the moment + +I grasp the air but nothing's there, +I look around, but still can't see, +old life must be somewhere out there, +just please, god, bring it back to me + +Clock slowly moves its hands around, +my eyes stare how they fly so fast, +I drift away, with nothing found, +to stop my longing for the past diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-17-pm19.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-17-pm19.md @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₁₉ +Published: 2020-01-17 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +There was a happy land, +far, far, away, +pink castle there did stand, +of ballons made + +It squaked and bent walked on, +towers toppled, +It had a pit glued on, +by fun balls filled + +One day a message came, +from next country, +to happy land kings name, +addresed bluntly + +King tried to open soon, +with trusty knife, +It fell, ballons went boom +everyone died diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-18-pm20.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-18-pm20.md @@ -0,0 +1,31 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₂₀ +Published: 2020-01-18 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Right through this scruffy door, +you'll find an empty space, +once filled with joy and love, +it was a happy place + +The walls had heard so much, +of fun that once was here, +when you press ears against +them, laughs, I swear, appear + +The floors creak sligthly now, +weary from all the days, +when jumped, run they were on, +when life went on its ways + +And through the windows sun +looks down and searches for +the people that it loved, +to touch with rays before + +The empty air it warms, +feels like a soft embrace, +reminds you of the time, +this was a happy place diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-19-pm21.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-19-pm21.md @@ -0,0 +1,28 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₂₁ +Published: 2020-01-19 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +I turn my head, +here on my bed, + +look to the side, +eyes open wide, + +there's noone there, +but yet, somewhere, + +you turn your head, +there on your bed, + +look to the side, +eyes open wide, + +our minds then see, +in bed are we, + + In ear, + I hear, + soft "Morning, dear" diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-20-pm22.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-20-pm22.md @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₂₂ +Published: 2020-01-20 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Out there, outside the glass, +See? Behind that tree, +wild flowers and green grass, +Let's lay there, shall we? + +Or maybe on this house, +the red one, you know +we could sit with the crows, +look at men below + +Oh, I know what to do, +let's get a small ship, +you, me, will be its crew, +world will be it's trip + +We'll sail and ride and walk... +Hmm? You want a snack? +I should stop crazy talk? +You're right let's go back diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-21-pm23.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-21-pm23.md @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₂₃ +Published: 2020-01-21 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +A wave of time +erodes the shore, +just on a whime +you know no more + +of past mistakes, +of past amends, +of what still aches, +of long lost friends. + +may just it be, +until today, +you lived not here, +but years away. + +the time has let +your mind to flee, +today you're set +finally free. diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-22-pm24.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-22-pm24.md @@ -0,0 +1,31 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₂₄ +Published: 2020-01-22 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +The Sun shines bright, +just like your smile, +it spreads the warmth, +makes life worthwhile. + +The Sun burns hot, +just like your soul, +it doesn't stop, +before its goal. + +The Sun took form, +in harsh dark space, +like you had borne, +past left a trace. + +The Sun loves all, +like you brings joys, +grownups feel small, +play with their toys. + +For you I'll fight, +I will not run, +Life has no night, +with you, my Sun. diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-23-pm25.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-23-pm25.md @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₂₅ +Published: 2020-01-23 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +A leaf is hurled and swriled with force, +the wind shakes angrily longing +to find out why, what is the source +of all the pain, cause of mourning? + +Is it the trees that he caressed, +is it the waves he raised and pushed, +Is it the words he was so blessed +to carry, by lovers uttered + +A leaf is torn apart, wind groans, +can't do more now than flip a coin, +his might erodes the sturdiest stones, +but those apart he can't rejoin diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-24-pm27.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-24-pm27.md @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₂₇ +Published: 2020-01-24 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +A road ahead is clearly seen, +a road tread by many before, +it proved right for others of kin, +but maybe there's even more? + +Maybe a bush, so nondescript, +hides a fruit of unknown inside, +the confines of the road feel strict, +why them are what should i abide? + +The ground where now the damned road was, +How had it shown a path back then? +There was no border not to cross, +But now it's like animal pen + +Just use your legs, stray from the line, +no need to queue proven or not, +i'm sure there's something to gain, +explore, there is to see a lot. diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-25-pm28.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-25-pm28.md @@ -0,0 +1,36 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₂₈ +Published: 2020-01-25 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Here is a note, +to everyone, +I swiftly wrote, +for my loved one + +I cannot stress, +this strong enough, +she is the best, +she makes me laugh + +Look out for when, +she is around, +smile at her, then, +fun is abound + +Also beware, +cause she is sly, +no man was there, +her wit who'd try + +I hope you see, +a note can't fit, +how dear to me, +she is, can it? + +P.S. Won't lie, +world's end comes, then, +I'm gonna die, +a happy man diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-26-pm29.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-26-pm29.md @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₂₉ +Published: 2020-01-26 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +And soon the clouds begin to show, +The shade covers the ground, +And through your ears they slowly flow, +Your smile cannot be found + +The storm outside is gone for days, +But here inside our place, +The happy sun's warm shining rays, +Are scared to touch your face + +I try to navigate the sea, +of tears cried out of sight, +I want you to believe in me, +it's gonna be allright diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-27-pm31.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-27-pm31.md @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₃₁ +Published: 2020-01-27 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +I loathe that even though, +I try so hard sometimes, +some think it's just for show, +TODO: make sure it rhymes + +Sad sentence: oh how I, +tried once and failed (oh my), +this verse make rhyme 2-2, +find word to change "try" to + +Too lazy to write 4, +this time settle with 3, +longwinded means long-bored, +"to be or not to be" diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-28-pm33.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-28-pm33.md @@ -0,0 +1,23 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₃₃ +Published: 2020-01-28 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +There is that time, after the rain, +just stopped or took a break, +like that calm feeling on a train, +when view keeps eyes awake + +The evening air after the day, +so hot it tired you out, +a moment when all floats away, +you're left to stroll about + +The soothing wind embraces you, +a wave, on empty sea, +and stops others from crossing through, +your path, +your mind, +you're free diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-29-pm34.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-29-pm34.md @@ -0,0 +1,36 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₃₄ +Published: 2020-01-29 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +The phone rings out, +but it won't stop, +"forget about +it, matters not" + +They say, courious, +thought you might be: +"what is the news, +it has for me" + +But soon life goes, +and turns often, +the ring echoes, +sounds calm, soften + +For years to come, +ring midly pangs, +while bells sharp tone, +holds firm its fangs + +Cought bored one night, +of all the time, +spent in the light, +you call the line + +"It's finally you! +How do you do? +Say your goodbye, +it's time to die." diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-01-30-pm35.md b/content/5-write/2020-01-30-pm35.md @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₃₅ +Published: 2020-01-30 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +If you were a shell, +swept on a beach, +i'd look over each, +none be as swell, + +as special as you, +different from all, +one bright shiny soul, +of sands azure diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-02-01-pm36.md b/content/5-write/2020-02-01-pm36.md @@ -0,0 +1,28 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₃₆ +Published: 2020-02-01 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +A quiet sound of wooden door +opening, filled the room, +I glanced back there, just to be shure, +the guest brought not my doom, + +but warm feelings and happy smile, +cause it's one of these days, +when simple hug, missed for a while, +is such a saving grace + +"Welcome my friend, It's been so long, +since i have seen your face, +Coffee? Tea? I'll put on a song, +here, please take up my place" - + +\- i fussed around, while my housemates, +all went out for a walk, +Anger, Fear, Pain and Loneliness, +we made a deal, +tonight's my turn, +I get to talk and talk... diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-02-02-pm37.md b/content/5-write/2020-02-02-pm37.md @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₃₇ +Published: 2020-02-02 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Here comes, +the pain, +but I +flush it straight down the drain + +Go dis- +appear, +clockwise, +in southern hemisphere + +Too much, +may clog, +my mind, +with tangled lumps of fog + +I want, +you there, +hold me, +your words are my plunger diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-02-03-pm38.md b/content/5-write/2020-02-03-pm38.md @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₃₈ +Published: 2020-02-03 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Waves slowly walk the empty, +unchanged bliss of the river, +the presence of the water, +fills souls nearby with calm + +feelings and flowy peace, +unravels knots of thoughts. +Serene blanket falls upon, +our weary, stiffened shoulders. + +Quietness of the sand, +sleepily takes away, +moments of happiness, +to gather on the shore diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-02-04-pm39.md b/content/5-write/2020-02-04-pm39.md @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₃₉ +Published: 2020-02-04 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Spikes grow out of my mouth, +sharp needles shot on sight, +I try to pick them out, but +I cannot stop their growth + +I'm locked in the confines, +of my defensive cage, +the bars let through the spikes, though +made to withhold a rage + +Words spoken hard slip in, +stack up like books on shelves, +built up inside the jail I +lose sight of everyone else diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-02-05-pm40.md b/content/5-write/2020-02-05-pm40.md @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₄₀ +Published: 2020-02-05 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +A breath flows right around, +my head, some words follow it, +meaning is lost, what's left the sound, +say, did you hear the beat, + +of legs rustling fiercely, +half eaten childish I screams, +you shutups, cut air eerily, +with giggles life forthcomes, + +squirms and envelops with, +armsfull of colorful glee, +huge rocks above sorround man's pith, +unchanged for years to see diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-02-06-pm41.md b/content/5-write/2020-02-06-pm41.md @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₄₁ +Published: 2020-02-06 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +The leaves around whisper softly, +The road upfront winds left and right, +The crickets call their mates loudly, +The mountains look down from their height + +The crows laugh with their riddled eyes, +The dogs scavenge for skimpy meals, +The forest, tired, gently sighs, +The skin is full of tangly feels + +One step after another I, +swallowed by leafy trees in whole, +am saying my final goodbye, +spent daily playing human role diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-02-07-pm42.md b/content/5-write/2020-02-07-pm42.md @@ -0,0 +1,31 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₄₂ +Published: 2020-02-07 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Today's the day, +my Earth turns for, +one final time, +this sunny May. + +Wound paths led here, +paved with longing, +for turns of fate, +that felt so dear. + +All left behind, +memories back home, +in lonely wait, +for dust to find. + +The few steps more, +of tired legs, +some foggy thoughts, +felt like a chore. + +Not gonna say, +a single "bye", +just disappear, +this sunny May. diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-02-08-pm43.md b/content/5-write/2020-02-08-pm43.md @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₄₃ +Published: 2020-02-08 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +A blip of static, eerie sound, +my screen protrudes out of the ground, +my picture shows hard pangs of pain, +tightly packed souls riding a train, + +next station: hell, where everyone, +is welcome to have so much fun, +thinking is what they did before, +here they are free, free to ignore, + +ignore the hate their actions bear, +ignore the torture people share, +ignore the ones who's life is real, +Ignore the guilt that'll never heal diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-02-09-pm44.md b/content/5-write/2020-02-09-pm44.md @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₄₄ +Published: 2020-02-09 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +You don't do love the ordinary way, +instead you put your heart up on display, +with every beat droplets of care pour off, +envelop me like cozy winter cloth. + +I imagine your voice on lonely days, +feel of your fingers drawing on my face, +weight of your body up against my own, +you're here with me even if I'm alone. + +But then, you're back laughing again with me, +you find a way to convince me to see, +the world as pretty and that's why I say, +you don't do love the ordinary way. diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-02-10-pm45.md b/content/5-write/2020-02-10-pm45.md @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₄₅ +Published: 2020-02-10 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +It's empty without you around, +never knew, how i'd miss the sound, +of your breath next to me in bed, +of my lips touching your forehead + +Every morning I reach to find, +dreams not yet having left my mind, +your hair, your hand, your face, your scent, +but dreams, still being dreams, I can't + +Vice clamped firmly around my heart, +keeps getting tighter from the start, +of moments when you can't be found, +it's empty without you around diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-02-11-pm46.md b/content/5-write/2020-02-11-pm46.md @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₄₆ +Published: 2020-02-11 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +I wish i had a way +To love you how I should, +Like sun, ending the day, +covered with pink cloud hood + +I wish i had a word, +That tells you how i feel, +Like memory safely stored, +Remembered often still + +I wish i've been through fights, +To reach out to your soul, +Like star's last dying lights, +Escaping a black hole + +But no instead I got, +The best person there is, +Someone I love a lot, +Who's words just do not miss +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-02-12-pm47.md b/content/5-write/2020-02-12-pm47.md @@ -0,0 +1,36 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₄₇ +Published: 2020-02-12 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +The car backseat, +looked eagerly, +at hands that meet, +touch-talk sultry + +It screamed "Just stop! +What is the rush? +Feel how your hot +nude bodies clash" + +Urge so, so strong, +our bodies led, +we stopped, far long, +before our bed + +I threw you down, +your begging face, +had made me drown, +in your embrace + +A touch of yours, +felt like 10 amp, +your heart - the source, +my groin - the lamp + +And when the circuit, +finally closed, +I coudn't stop it, +the current flowed +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-04-07-blog-example-page.md b/content/5-write/2020-04-07-blog-example-page.md @@ -1,10 +0,0 @@ ---- -Title: Blog example page 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Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum. diff --git a/content/5-write/2020-12-06-made-for-people.md b/content/5-write/2020-12-06-made-for-people.md @@ -1,8 +0,0 @@ ---- -Title: Made for people -Published: 2020-12-06 -Author: Datenstrom -Layout: blog -Tag: Example ---- -Datenstrom Yellow is for people who make small websites. Installing is unzipping one file and you are ready to go. The most important things for small websites are included. You can add features, languages and themes. Datenstrom Yellow works as content management system and static site generator. diff --git a/content/5-write/2022-09-16-pm48.md b/content/5-write/2022-09-16-pm48.md @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₄₈ +Published: 2022-09-16 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +I know you hear the word a lot, +I know that enough it is not, +And there's not much I can say, +To make all things I've done OK + +I want to tell you how I felt, +I saw your smile begins to melt, +And though it pained me to the core, +I know I must have hurt you more + +I blabber on, stop thinking and +I'd rather my mouth would just end, +Completely block sentences that, +Could make your heart feel really bad + +And though I say this word a lot, +I mean it in my every thought, +I add your pain to our story, +For every time I'm so sorry +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/5-write/2022-09-26-pm49.md b/content/5-write/2022-09-26-pm49.md @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₄₉ +Published: 2022-09-26 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +The fluffy strands of flowing clouds +attract me to the skies above. +I want to bounce up on these mounds +of water cotton weaved with love, + +by nature's gentle weary hands, +curbing the mighty flaming ball, +to give some rest for sunburnt lands +and bring the plants' lifeblood: rainfall. + +One day my breath will leave to see +the hills of white I so adore, +up there, it won't be only me, +but everyone I loved before. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/5-write/2023-02-26-pm51.md b/content/5-write/2023-02-26-pm51.md @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₅₁ +Published: 2023-02-26 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +What would you do, +If your heart, +Was made, +Of tinfoil. + +Would you try to, +Flatten it, +Each time, +It's balled up? + +Bring it back to, +It's old state, +Shiny, +Unblemished? + +Or would you let, +It keep all, +The spikes, +Crevices. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/5-write/2023-03-03-pm52.md b/content/5-write/2023-03-03-pm52.md @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₅₂ +Published: 2023-03-03 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +With every day the future fades, +Eventually it disappears, +The splitting crossroads of life's ways, +Now all lead through my deepest fears, + +One day I thought I had it all, +The world looked like a food buffet, +And with whatever I could roll, +And there was always the next day, + +Now fingers on my hands can count, +The moments I have here to spend, +Before I will be laying found, +no breath, still heart, and pronounced dead +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/5-write/2023-03-04-pm53.md b/content/5-write/2023-03-04-pm53.md @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₅₃ +Published: 2023-03-04 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +I do not want to die, +I say, +I have so much, +Of life to play + +Dance till the dawn, +Kiss under stars, +Read every book, +Play ball on mars, + +Marry my love, +Have big bright home, +Spawn children too, +Look at them grow, + +Have them hold me, +On my last day, +I do not want to die, +I pray + diff --git a/content/5-write/2023-04-11-pm54.md b/content/5-write/2023-04-11-pm54.md @@ -0,0 +1,19 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₅₄ +Published: 2023-04-11 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Rule 1 - no life shall be disgraced +Rule 2 - whence died stone shall be placed +Rule 3 - dying shan't happen after six +Rule 4 - water and oil cannot be mixed +Rule 6 - the number 5 will be forlorn +Rule 7 - kids must cry after they're born +Rule 8 - sky has to appear blue +Rule 9 - rule 8 shan't hold on Moon +Rule 10 - if standing upside down, +or reading through a mirror lens, +the rules shall flip their meaning and +shall have an elevated sense +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/5-write/2023-06-06-pm50.md b/content/5-write/2023-06-06-pm50.md @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₅₀ +Published: 2023-06-06 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Shy shimmer, +shards of a shadow, +fast flow, +flowing free, + +Harsh hurt, +Has home in the heart, +blooming blue, +beating blood + +Green grass, +Grows ghost of gloom, +Stern steps, +Start strolling away. +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/5-write/2023-06-06-pm55.md b/content/5-write/2023-06-06-pm55.md @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₅₅ +Published: 2023-06-06 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +My blood starts to boil hot, +I can look away not, +My breath starts escaping, +A fury, +I am emanating, + +While people would rather, +Say plan is apparent, +What should realize will, +Than fight it, +Spew the destiny pill + +The quarks won't reverse spin, +To bring to you your dream, +Don't dare make me annoyed, +When I go, +Screaming into the void +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/5-write/2023-06-22-pm56.md b/content/5-write/2023-06-22-pm56.md @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₅₆ +Published: 2023-06-22 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Step by step, towards the unknown, +salvation or abyss, enthrone +the thoughts of forking paths sometime, +which one ends in a pool of grime, +which one will barely miss it's edge, +how can I know, how should I pledge, diff --git a/content/5-write/2023-06-30-pm57.md b/content/5-write/2023-06-30-pm57.md @@ -0,0 +1,31 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₅₇ +Published: 2023-06-30 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Sandy, gritty, empty, vast +Full of memories of the past +Lost to time and lost to space +Seen before yet unknown place + +Branches, thorns, roots, maybe leaves, +Covering each spot that gives, +Full of life and of decay, +Eat leftovers, soak up day + +Rusty, moldy, broken down, +Sometimes blue but mostly brown, +Used to work and used to play +Daily duties couldn't stay + +Worried, stubborn, dead but free +To walk miles or not to be, +How to think and how to breathe, +Body is becoming stiff + +Circling, gawking, hungry growl, +Sand collapses like a bowl, +One with you and one with me, +Look around it's plain to see +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/5-write/2023-09-25-pm58.md b/content/5-write/2023-09-25-pm58.md @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₅₈ +Published: 2023-09-25 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Air of sharpness cuts my throat, +As I look out from the boat, +At the life I left behind, +If I only were more kind, +To the voice that did not stop, +Talking "Land's close just hop, just hop" +But that's not what I did, could not, +Crush souls so full of love, +Burn bridges on my stove, +I squashed the voice inside, +And found a place to hide, +My dreams of cheery smile, +Without wanting to die +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/5-write/2023-11-27-pm60.md b/content/5-write/2023-11-27-pm60.md @@ -0,0 +1,25 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₆₀ +Published: 2023-11-27 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +I thought the recipe, +For a happy human, +Can be read easily, +Help from a librarian, +I'll be served with the book, +Listing the ingredients, +Then with a passing look, +I'll note the expedients, +That must be collected, +I'll note the exact steps, +That must be adopted, +In the daily subjects, +Of the people I love, +That I wish I could make, +Happiness from the stove, +Purpose of life I'd bake + +Like a layered sponge cake +\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/5-write/2023-12-10-pm61.md b/content/5-write/2023-12-10-pm61.md @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +--- +Title: Pm₆₁ +Published: 2023-12-10 +Author: Szymon +Layout: blog +Tag: poetry +--- +Cause I don't wanna sleep, +If that would make me see, +Another day alike, +Come sooner + +The fleeting hours pass, +Though I wish they could just, +Slow down and let me think, +Let me breathe + +Had only my eyes closed, +All future dreams arose, +Scared me not to open, +Them again +\ No newline at end of file