diff --git a/templates/index.html.hbs b/templates/index.html.hbs index ff6a981..60f47d6 100644 --- a/templates/index.html.hbs +++ b/templates/index.html.hbs @@ -5,8 +5,9 @@ - - + + + {{{style_include}}} diff --git a/void-fe/data/poems/2023-10-14_today.md b/void-fe/data/poems/2023-10-14_today.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a41d464 --- /dev/null +++ b/void-fe/data/poems/2023-10-14_today.md @@ -0,0 +1,29 @@ +# Today. +Next year. \ +Next month. \ +Next week. \ +Today. + +Today, I feel the breeze. \ +I keep my feet planted. \ +I spread my wings. + +Today. \ +The breeze picks up. \ +I'm feeling nervous. \ +I start my run. + +Today. \ +I prepare to leap. \ +One extra check. \ +I'm almost there. + +Today. \ +I shake my head. \ +I find my ground. \ +I'm still just standing. \ +I contemplate. + +Like sleep paralysis in the early hours of the morning, like a sudden jolt from a lucid daydream, I'm still just standing. All I can see right now is today, and today, I'm still just standing. + +Today, like my hesitance to ambition, is temporary. Daydreams only last until you make them your reality. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/void-fe/data/poems/2023-11-14_stillwater-pond.md b/void-fe/data/poems/2023-11-14_stillwater-pond.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..225e698 --- /dev/null +++ b/void-fe/data/poems/2023-11-14_stillwater-pond.md @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +# Stillwater Pond +_She said "sweetie, whatcha thinkin'?"_ \ +_I stared down at the ground_ \ +_I don't think life is easy, and it's hitting me right now_ \ +_We walked right down the sidewalk and I opened up my mouth_ \ +_"My life is in a strange place,_ \ +_Like sitting at a pond,_ \ +_And noticing the stillness, and taking in the calm"_ + +(Mmmhmm) _I don't know what I'm doing, can't you tell?_ \ +(Mmmhmm) _Not used to all the silence in my head_ \ +(Mmmhmm) _And I'll be honest, I make my life hell_ \ +(Mmmhmm) _So how am I supposed to do the rest?_ + +_Don't keep making your storms, girl, it's all you can do, to keep pushing through_ \ +_Appreciate all the quiet, 'cus now your life is just up to you_ \ +_You had it all along_ \ +_Never had to write this song_ \ +_So as long as we're sitting, here's the truth_ \ +_You don't need to know what to do_ + +_I used to resort to drinking_ \ +_It could numb the pain I felt_ \ +_Every weekend I'd repeat it, and the weekdays just as well_ \ +_I chose to just deny it, grin and bare, I'd tell myself_ \ +_Now I'm not still in college_ \ +_Or in a shitty job_ \ +_So I told myself at my age I should practice self love_ + +(Mmmhmm) _Maybe I'm in more control than I let on_ \ +(Mmmhmm) _When I stop the issues new ones just appear_ \ +(Mmmhmm) _Wait, I'm starting to think they're already gone_ \ +(Mmmhmm) _I should take my own advice, get out of here_ + +_Don't keep making your storms, girl, it's all you can do, to keep pushing through_ \ +_Appreciate all the quiet, 'cus now your life is just up to you_ \ +_You had it all along_ \ +_Never had to write this song_ \ +_So as long as we're sitting, here's the truth_ \ +_You don't need to know what to do_ + +_I'm sitting at the airport_ \ +_I'm on standby for the flight_ \ +_I don't feel so agitated_ \ +_About figuring out life_ \ +_There's no way to have answers_ \ +_And I don't need to plan_ \ +_I'll just fucking make it_ \ +_Just a step at a time_ \ +_Take a breath, it'll be fine_ \ +_You don't need to be right_ \ +_Just keep doing what you can_ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/void-fe/data/poems/2023-12-09_dear-diary.md b/void-fe/data/poems/2023-12-09_dear-diary.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..450c476 --- /dev/null +++ b/void-fe/data/poems/2023-12-09_dear-diary.md @@ -0,0 +1,41 @@ +# Dear Diary + +_I'm not a perfect person, but I'm better than I've been_ \ +_Maybe I'm still trying not to be another sin_ \ +_But I won't hide the issues, put my feelings on display_ \ +_Because the only way I'll grow is if I feel them out someday_ + +_It's hard for me to say the things that make me feel ashamed_ \ +_I'll write another poem, hide my feelings on the page_ \ +_And maybe after that someday I won't need therapy_ \ +_So here's to me and here's to you_ \ +_I'm hoping someday I won't hide away the truth_ + +_I used to be someone I'm not and hope I disappear_ \ +_I gave up hoping anyone would ever want me here_ \ +_It's so much easier to just sink back inside my clothes_ \ +_Maybe if I wear them dark enough, my silhouette won't show_ + +_I'm told that I'm annoying, that I never shut my mouth_ \ +_So I made my own muzzle and affixed it to my snout_ \ +_But every now and then I'd break it off and speak my mind_ \ +_I'd better make a new one, so nobody hears me cry_ + +_Got used to shaping myself so I'd finally fit in_ \ +_And every time I'd do it, I could fake a stupid grin_ \ +_I got so good I'd profile every person I had met_ \ +_Speak the words and take the actions that would make them be my friend_ + +_Soon enough I'd get so good I'd forget who I am_\ +_And everyone who knew me knew a different kind of mask_ + +_Eventually it catches up, the pieces fall apart_ \ +_You stand there and you wonder who you are and where to start_ \ +_The fear sets in and then you start to ponder if it's true_ \ +_Should you be afraid that no one really likes the real you_ + +_It's hard for me to say the things that make me feel ashamed_ \ +_I'll write another poem, hide my feelings on the page_ \ +_And maybe after that someday, you'll read between the lines_ \ +_So here's to me, the real me_ \ +_Trying to trust that you'll love who I want to be_ \ No newline at end of file