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Inspired by C.Cernuschi's there was a place called Guildhouse poem

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T’was the morning of inspection and all through Guildhouse, not a creature was stirring.
Not even a mouse!

The creative displays are pinned on the noticeboards with care,
in the hope that a grade 1 rating soon would be there!

Managers are looking through the open doors,
to make sure that classrooms are ready for their ISI tours.

Students and teachers are participating in their inspiring and high-quality lessons with glee,
ready to show the inspectors why Guildhouse school is the place to be!

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The Metal Beast Beneath by Annabelle Parkins

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The Metal Beast Beneath by Annabelle Parkins

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Deep underground London,
a metal beast awakes,
it snakes around in tunnels,
and screeches as it scrapes.

Along metal tracks it crawls forth,
Stopping every now and then,
To pick up weary travellers,
Who clamber to get within.

It pays those many souls
No attention as it stirs,
A complex beast not for locals
But definitely for amateurs.

A creature that been here centuries,
In tunnels burrowed like a mole,
But for many Londoners a great pride,
And part of the city’s soul.

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I dream of patterns and numbers when I sleep.
These thoughts run in my mind so deep.
To some the terminal can be a pain
And to some it can drive you insane
Bollinger band and D.M.I.
Is what makes me want to reach for the sky.
When I look at a beautiful M.A.C.D.
It makes me want to go hee hee hee!
Looking for a model that works so fine
Is like spinning a cool gritty rhyme
The Joy of Bloomberg is what I love
Like a dove flying high above.

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how could you hurt me like this?

how could you make me hurt in a way i didn’t know existed,

in places and ways i didn’t even know were there?

you gave me no reason,

and left me all alone.

is this because I’m not like you?

because i can’t be the girl you need me to be?

or even be a girl at all?

after you left me i was so confused,

laying on the street, my tears kept me in a daze.

gasping for breath,

i couldn’t put what just happened into words.

there was nothing i could do but wish you pain.

wish that your whole world would collapse, like mine just did.

there was nothing i could do but wish you wouldn’t wake up.

maybe i was a terrible person,

but nothing i could do would hurt you like you hurt me.

in the end, i wasn’t even sad.

the only reminder of you was the anger i felt,

so i clung to those feelings, to you.

you gave me no reason,

and left me all alone.

i hope she makes you happy,

and breaks you so completely and entirely,

like you did to me,

leaving me with nothing but your memory.

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The sombre sky allows rays of sunshine through

As a mosquito escapes a hungry sundew

The running stream comes to a standstill

Whilst weather defies and stops the windmill

A hedgehog trotts across the wooded land

When last had the wildlife been so bland

For as the fauna wakes the morning after

Never has there been such foreign laughter

Unveiled is the surprise sapien project

An unwelcome guest is the architect

With every step a few insects perish

The hedgehog’s future looks nightmarish

A coup is organised amongst the predators

But they stand no chance against competitors

The food chain has long been in disarray

Salvation comes to those who fly away

At last the doomsday shadows are cast

The cluster of fiendish opposition is vast

A subservient assembly awaits demise

The hegemons finally reveal their guise

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Estar lejos.

Estar lejos me emociona, me siento libre, me siento feliz.

Estar lejos significa independencia, libertad.

Estar lejos es lo que siempre he querido, y ahora que estoy aquí, no me quiero ir.

I don't want it to end, I don't want to go back to my other life (my country), a life where I will always be thinking about what I'd be doing in London, in which I'm going to hate everything, because my friends are going to be in London living the life that I would like to be living. And it is that I am envious, I feel envious, because I always want more of everything, more days, more time, more clothes, more everything. And I see my friends, who are going to stay for a year (or two) and I want to change their place "you go back to my house, take my place in my country, I'll stay here"

I feel that time is slipping away from me, and although I am experiencing incredible things and keeping memories that are marking a before and after in my life.
I want more.
I am not satisfied with just 3 months, I want to stay here and not return. Because this feels like my place, like the place I always wanted to be.
The place I've always been looking for.

Quiero vivir en un tren que me lleve siempre a ninguna parte.

Quiero una casa que sólo pueda ser habitada por plantas, flores y mis amigos. Que sea tan grande como mi corazón.

Quiero despertar rodeada de ventanas infinitas que fragmenten la luz en pedacitos y dejen pasar más brisa que aire.

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All the trees stand stark and bare
Sunburned leafes silently fall dead
Wind gently twists and twirls
As the seasons changes begin to blow

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Her entire life was drowning Pushed down by her own hands

She longed to find those on the shore Craved their sweet validation
Not knowing so many of them
Were sinking alongside her

Eventually she realised
Air held love for herself
A much better alternative
Than this bottomless, murky ocean Of meaningless negativity

Her hands relinquished their hold Understanding her flaws were just features Feeling fear, she was too scared to appreciate

Her beautiful body and strong spirit Always looking down on herself Always looked down upon by people It is bringing her up to the surface

- I am almost there

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I love you

I know I do

But loving is hard

When we are apart

I don’t want to leave

But I need

Because if I stay

I may never go away

Trapped in your arms

Is hard to feel free

But I know

Where I need to be

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[большой каретный] The Bolshoi Karetny street ( a street in Moscow)

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[большой каретный] The Bolshoi Karetny street ( a street in Moscow)

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Где твои семнадцать лет?
На Большом Каретном.
Где твои семнадцать бед?
На Большом Каретном.

А где твой черный пистолет?
На Большом Каретном.
А где тебя сегодня нет?
На Большом Каретном.

Помнишь ли, товарищ, этот дом?
Нет, не забываешь ты о нем.
Я скажу, что тот полжизни потерял,
Кто в Большом Каретном не бывал еще бы ведь

Где твои семнадцать лет?
На Большом Каретном
Где твои семнадцать бед?
На Большом Каретном.

А где твой черный пистолет?
на Большом Каретном.
А где тебя сегодня нет?
На Большом Каретном.

Переименован он теперь
Стало все по новой там,
Верь не верь и все же где б ты ни был
Где ты не бредешь
Нет, нет, да по Каретному пройдешь еще бы ведь

Где твои семнадцать лет?
На Большом Каретном
Где твои семнадцать бед?
На Большом Каретном.

А где твой черный пистолет?
на Большом Каретном.
А где тебя сегодня нет?

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Where are your seventeen years?

On the Bolshoi Karetny.

Where are your seventeen troubles?

On the Bolshoi Karetny.

Where's your black gun?

On the Bolshoi Karetny.

Where are you today?

On the Bolshoi Karetny.

Do you remember, comrade, this house?

No, you don't forget about him.

I will say that he lost half his life,

Who has not been to Bolshoi Karetny, after all

Where are your seventeen years?

On the Bolshoi Karetny

Where are your seventeen troubles?

On the Bolshoi Karetny.

Where's your black gun?

at Bolshoi Karetny.

Where are you today?

On the Bolshoi Karetny.

It's renamed now

Everything has become new there,

Believe it or not, and yet wherever you are

Where do you wander

No, no, yes, you’d still walk along Karetny, after all

Where are your seventeen years?

On the Bolshoi Karetny

Where are your seventeen troubles?

On the Bolshoi Karetny.

Where's your black gun?

at Bolshoi Karetny.

Where are you today?

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I love you

I know I do

But loving is hard

When we are apart

I don’t want to leave

But I need

Because if I stay

I may never go away

Trapped in your arms

Is hard to feel free

But I know

Where I need to be

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I step out the house and all I see,
white crystalline flakes as young and free,
accompannied by a breezy friend,
oh how I don't want this day to end.

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Morning coffee and a checkered captive blanket will not warm you.

You'll understand later, it's not autumn's fault that it got colder

Smoke out the window again takes away hopes and ashes burnt thoughts

And it seems that only these gray clouds hang over you

No one will know that under the jacket you hide deep wounds

Headphones in your ears, a ticket to the last, frozen hands in your pockets

And you, as always, without an umbrella, past the dim houses, through the St. Petersburg puddles

A hare in the subway, where dusty windows and thoughts, who needs you here

Pierced you from the inside

Absolutely alone among people

And it seems so hard to find a way out

When loneliness chills nervously

With a stone at my feet doomed to the bottom

Though you tell everyone that everything is fine

But I won't let you drown

I'm there, I'm like a lifeline

Where you are, drawbridges, weightlessness over the city

Whispers of quiet yards where you shelter dreams from the cold

As always the forecast rains, a lonely room

White smoke freezes in the chest, we yearn for no reason

Everything you love was silently broken into pieces by evil Monday

Studying, working for a strictly uncle who will grumble all week

It is unlikely that he imagined his life like this, but you can start all over again

It's time to realize it's not autumn's fault that it got colder

How difficult it is to understand

What's on your mind

Heavy rain and fog

Where the rare sun is just a miserable deceit

Get lost among the dim houses

Among gloomy passers-by and dreams

And let this stupid October

Disheveled all cherished plans

What warmed you from the inside

Absolutely alone among people

And it seems so hard to find a way out

When loneliness chills nervously

With a stone at my feet doomed to the bottom

Though you tell everyone that everything is fine

But I won't let you drown

I'm there, I'm like a lifeline

Where you are, drawbridges, weightlessness over the city

Whispers of quiet yards where you shelter dreams from the cold

As always the forecast rains, a lonely room

White smoke freezes in the chest, we yearn for no reason

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Разводные мосты

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Разводные мосты

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Тебя не согреет утренний кофе и клетчатый плен одеяла
Ты позже поймешь, виновата не осень в том, что похолодало

Дымом в окно вновь уносит надежды и пеплом прожженные мысли
И, кажется, только лишь над тобой эти серые тучи нависли

Никто не узнает о том, что под курткой ты прячешь глубокие раны
Наушники в уши, билет до последней, замерзшие руки в карманы

И ты как всегда без зонта, мимо тусклых домов, по Питерским лужам
Зайцем в метро, где пыльные стекла и мысли кому ты здесь нужен

Пронзили тебя изнутри
Среди людей абсолютно один
И кажется выход так сложно найти
Когда одиночество нервно знобит

С камнем у ног обреченно на дно
Хоть всем говоришь, будто все хорошо
Но я не позволю тебе утонуть
Я рядом, я словно спасательный круг

Там где ты, разводные мосты, невесомость над городом
Шепот тихих дворов, где мечты укрываешь от холода

Как всегда по прогнозу дожди, одинокая комната
Белый дым замерзает в груди, мы тоскуем без повода

Все что ты любишь молча разбил на осколки злой понедельник
Учеба, работа на строго дядю, что будет ворчать всю неделю

Вряд ли такой представлял свою жизнь, но ведь можно начать все сначала
Пора осознать виновата не осень в том, что похолодало

Как же сложно порою понять
От чего на душе у тебя
Проливные дожди и туман
Где редкое солнце лишь жалкий обман

Затеряться средь тусклых домов
Среди хмурых прохожих и снов
И пускай этот глупый октябрь
Растрепал все заветные планы

Что грели тебя изнутри
Среди людей абсолютно один
И кажется выход так сложно найти
Когда одиночество нервно знобит

С камнем у ног обреченно на дно
Хоть всем говоришь, будто все хорошо
Но я не позволю тебе утонуть
Я рядом, я словно спасательный круг

Там где ты, разводные мосты, невесомость над городом
Шепот тихих дворов, где мечты укрываешь от холода

Как всегда по прогнозу дожди, одинокая комната
Белый дым замерзает в груди, мы тоскуем без повода

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The day in rain

There is no sun

A girl is staring at her mom

The day is dark

There is no fun

There are sunglasses over mother's frown

Mom’s face turns teary pale

She holds heartbreaking mail

The girl seems scared

Her father is dead

The day is dark, there is no sun

Sunglasses weren’t made for sun

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A little red squirrel,
As happy as can be,
Lives in a tall oak tree.

He loves to eat acorns,
And nuts even more,
And stores some away,
For a long winter’s day.

🐿🐿🐿

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While the Tecaher is talking and words are transposing,

I just Think about sleepd,
my eyes are closing

When the clock reaches ten,
the first thing i do is to Drop my pen.

Of all the stress i take,
there is one thing that keeps me awake

It is the dream,
that in Kahoot! I will win

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I was once a little girl, small and slight!
Fearless during the daytime but a coward at night!
Monsters would follow me up the stairs, and Mr Nobody put pins on all the chairs!

Now I am old and ready to die, but the same old terror still makes me want to cry!

Monsters still follow me up the stairs and Mr Nobody still puts pins on all the chairs!

But soon, my maker will receive me in the proper way and I'll become as fearless at night as I am during the day!

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Le temps il coule comme l'eau,

Comme une glace de vanille,

Comme un glaçon

Le temps il coule

Il coule, il coule

Quand on joue à la récré,

Parle avec les amis,

Nage dans la piscine,

Le temps il passe

Il passe, il passe

La main de l'horloge

Te tape légèrement

Chaque minute, chaque seconde

Le temps il tape

Il tape, il tape

Quand on regarde l'horloge

En classe de science,

En classe de maths,

Le temps il traîne,

il traîne, il traîne

En temps de mal,

En temps de bien,

On ne l'échapperas jamais,

Le temps il coule, il passe

Le temps il tape, il traîne

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tu m’entends les soirs

quand j’en ai vraiment marre

tu me donne la peine

je te verrais la semaine prochaine

t’inquiète pas je survivra

mais c’est à cause à toi

que c’est dur des fois

j’ai peur de toi et tout tes amis

qui me regardent mal comme si j’ai pas d’avis

donc j’suis étrange et vous, vous êtes normaux

vous m’abusez avec vos mots

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The courage of love;
Of loving;
Of letting your guard down to someone you truly love;
Of saying out loud words never before heard;
The courage of saying
“Three words and eight letters”
If I had that courage,
You’d know that I loved you.

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Looking for peace turned into war

Thought peace was a degree

Ended up combating with my brain

Tried looking for a pleasant job

Resulted in battle with my boss

Moved to another country

Finished up fighting for my existence

Bought a place to call home

Paying for it now until my last breath

Decided to look myself in the mirror

Just found the peace in front of me

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Who is guilty in your blindness

because of your unwillingness to open eyes?

Who is guilty when to rather say in open text

you have to write a poem with long rhymes?

Who’s fault is that

you are sick of every single person

on your way?

And when eventually nobody is here

you are the one complaining «they won’t stay».

Not you,

not person in the mirror

and not your parents’s child.

The one who must be guilty

is somewhere else, outside .

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Solitude, a "friend" who lives in me - By Antonio R.P.

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Solitude, a "friend" who lives in me - By Antonio R.P.

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I´ve been thinking

and rethinking

In my own ocean of thoughts

And thought, why do feel lonely

In a world of perfect companions

Them I met a friend

In my own ocean with no end

So I asked his name

And the silence remains

Until I understand

That my friend is just myself

Looks selfish, I know

But now I can see

What lives in me

It is not a imaginary friend

But a state I can call solitude

Who makes me feel

I have a friend.

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i was feeling lonely at the sea,

while i was studying for my degree,

then you arrived,

and i suddenly smiled,

you could see love in my eyes

i wanted to offer you some fries,

you said you only like tuna,

therefore i booked a table at zuma,

when i picked you up at home,

i saw you and my heart went boom,

my heart will always remember,

porto cervo in september.

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Materialistic Dunsel
I was seated on the bench

Between me and my pen

Thinking about my dunsel

Unable to feel mistreated

By your materialistic behaviour

But I am feeling as all my tears were a failure

You did not regretted

You feel you are right

Also if now I’m alone crying in the night

Everything was just a recite

You made fun of me

Just for feeling the fee of excite

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Lonely Fisherman                                          -Italy

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ITALIAN VERSION:
Amo l'odore del mare che imbianca sotto il maestrale
Amo il suo silenzio quando non sa come fare rumore
Amo il mare quando non posso stare con lui
Amo ogni gabbiano che può andare lontano
Adoro i passi che puoi lasciare su di esso
e poi essere cancellati da un'onda timida e silenziosa
che sa arrabbiarsi quando le parole d'amore non sente più
Amo il mare e nessuno può non farmi volare liberamente nei miei sogni.
il mare può essere pericoloso per un pescatore inesperto
come la persona che amo può essere come il mare

ENGLISH VERSION:
I love the smell of the sea whitening under the mistral
I love his silence when he doesn't know how to make noise
I love the sea when I can't be with him
I love any seagull that can go far
I love the steps you can leave on it
and then be canceled by a timid and silent wave
who knows how to get angry when the words of love no longer hear
I love the sea and no one can not let me fly freely in my dreams.
The sea can be lethal for an inexperienced fisherman
also the person I love can be like the sea

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Woodpeckers are sharing trees,
And those same trees are left with no leaves,
And what this means,
Winter is coming.

Never ending fog for no reason,
And saying this feels like treason,
But in my opinion,
Winter is the best season

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Love is a funny ingredient,

but in itself it can be quite disobedient.

For some of us it is a seasoning,

that we need no more of than a sprinkling.

For others of us it is our foundation,

without it our dessert suffers tribulation.

For some of us it is sticky like toffee,

melting on our tongue with a taste like coffee.

For other of us it is slightly acidic,

causing our tongues to cringe, how horrific!

For some of us it is misused,

we steal it from others to be abused.

For some of us it is out of this world,

a mystery that we dare not leave unfurled.

With the right combinations,

love can be a beautiful sensation.

But be careful not to burn it,

it could leave you with a split.

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Darkness suffocates the life of the night.

While long and empty streets console

the lonely,grey,melancholy sky.

Only the faint flicker of a streetlight

left ,to tell the story of a soul

The air thickens to a mystery.

Shadows are no longer shadows,

but mythical imaginations of a child

that leaves behind no history

when the sun eventually shows.

Leaves become foolish lovers

Living only for the kiss of the wind

Whirling and twirling to the whistle.

Like a dream of midnight mothers.

Soon to awake,as the silence thinned

The handprints of the darkness fade

And life can breathe once again

Waking,Chirping, Moving life.

As the Sun slices through like a blade

and people walk in every lane.

Somewhere, Somewhere, Somewhere.

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THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD                                                     

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THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD                                                     

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The child one day asked me

Why do we learn about the past?

I replied: little one, look at our world

And you will understand

History always repeats itself;

Knowing the past

Means understand the future

And not make the same mistakes

But the ignorance of humanity continues

And nobody cares anymore,

Things we've already learned

Were forgotten in the crowd

Greed and envy

Took over our reality

Countries no longer act with kindness

And wage wars for advantages

Books and libraries have already been burned;

Temples and civilizations ended;

People were born and died

To teach us a lesson

and stop having to choose a side

But the ignorance of the world

Left us blind

And made us act unkind

kid,

Pray to morpheus for beautiful dreams

And enjoy ‘’ the dreaming’’

Because our reality is cruel and mean

Alone in the universe

The child understood

For a better future

Understanding the past is matured

Thank you god of dreams

Now hope is reborn

I see in our children

A chance for a better world

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You say you don’t want me

But you still worry when I’m not happy

I see you glancing at me

But you said being friends was what we agreed

And I know I deserve better

And I know you don’t want me like that

But when I look at you I forget how to act

Maybe it’s cliche but it’s a fact

And I can’t stay mad at you even if I want to

Because that perfect smile

And those deep brown eyes

Give me butterflies, I can’t lie

And I know "we" are never gonna happen

It hurts almost as much as you hurt me

So just please

Stop smiling at me

Stop looking at me

But most of all, stop pretending you don’t want me

Or at least stop making it look like you do

Just decide, because this guessing game messes up with my mood

We are done, it’s been enough

I’m trying to move on

But you’re still showing up

You’re still on my road

Please leave me alone

Go hurt someone else

Or rather not

But you hurt me everyday

Even when you don’t know

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I’m in love with her eyes,
in love with the way she flies.
I can’t believe when she look at me as if I was the one, while she gets stuck in my mock sun.

I hope she becomes mine sometime
while she’s still committing the same crime.
Everyday I feel that she’s apart,
She find the way to keep stealing my heart.

When the boat seems that is about to sink,
when everything feels like a spine to my chest.
I remember when I didn’t even want to blink,
because she was always saying I was the best.

Wherever I go, I’ll keep saying that you are the love of my life, even if people don’t believe in us.
I’ll beg to my lord for us to stay without discuss.
I will fight for this until she becomes my wife.

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If you keep living in the past,
It’s because your present has an amount of emptiness very vast,
When you search deep into your good memories,
The present will miss to be enjoyed,
He asks very nicely,
But also desperate very discreetly,
Because it is scared that you might find out,
What is it that your are living without
He tries to be lived,
But eventually in the night she will arrive and take what you already had,
And still being blinded by her
You will get what you already heard

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To the one that I love
And that fascinates me enough
That I cannot even qualify
What I feel for when they look into my eyes

To the one that had the answer
To every single one of my desires
You’re the creator of my ineffability
And this is why you are my atopy

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its sticks with me to this day, when rupi said:”but what is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and lives”  but why should i hurt when all i did was care?

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I think I feel butterflies.

I hear your name and I get very happy.

Don’t make me unhappy.

Buy me flowers and don’t be crappy.

When I see the sky I see your very much slim white boring face,

Maybe I’m basic maybe I’m not,

But I know one thing,

Your boring face makes me smile,

Not a lot of things make me smile,

To be honest I’m very hostile,

But there’s something in those empty eyes,

That makes me want to show emotions.

I thought I was heartless,

I thought I was emotionless,

I thought I wasn’t capable of love,

But you cracked my shell,

You showed me how to rebel.

Passionate conversations we had,

I forget all my basic teenage problems when we talk,

I think about you in class,

And my friends are witness,

Of how red my face turns when you say something nice.

I hate accidents,

But I’m glad I saw you at that party.

Remember when we first met?

We made eye contact,

And suddenly,

Everything made sense,

My love movie.

Mine, yours,

Ours.

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Love is something magical
but in my case may be tragical
My other half, lives in Mexico’s capital
I can’t live the best part of love which is the tangible.

I get in love few days before leaving
My heart before wasn’t feeling
since that moment I didn’t realize with what i was dealing
as my life started being happier

She makes my days better, although she’s in the other side of the world
She makes me life my dreamworld
it’s incredible how she creates me a smile hundred miles away

She taught me that distance is not an issue when the person is the correct one
I would never imagine being in a long distance relationship
But I love it

It’s a strange feeling being happy here but counting the days for hug her
I need her physical touch so much
but distance makes us value people

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The sky is crying,
drop after drop.
The leaves are falling,
ready for change.
They left the trees naked,
hopelessly waiting for their warmth.

I stand watching,
as Autumn gets ready to take over.
The ticking on the umbrellas,
and the chatter in the streets.
The season has changed,
leaving everything deserted.

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Be humble.
Be Wise
Be active.
Be brilliant.

Words can be
a battlefield
a shield
an armour
And army

But
People use this without realizing it
They use this
When it is directed at you
People run away

It's not fair.

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The boy's most severe pain

is discovering that the kisses he gave,

that the loves he had, will not be his.

Oh, poor little one.

Oh poor crystalline heart,

under the influence of the poets he read,

the euphoric songs and poems of mine,

he loved such sudden loves.

How to become a man and sing the hymn

of love for the country, of love for God,

if all your strength has already granted

when crying in your afternoon breaks.

Oh, the three tolls of the bell

mark the arrival of Morpheus,

regardless of how much it hurt,

grants him dreams of distant love.

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At 11, that’s when i first felt it.
I like calling myself a free fiery kid.
Learning how to navigate this big spaceship
It’s a huge trip, Of endless light years.

Life’s one heck of a windy weather
Which will cause you a lot of turbulence ,
And despite its bad moments
This spaceship is to be navigated at peace and nurturance

For some, freedom is a concept
For others, freedom is reality
Freedom is choosing who we want to be
Freedom is to smell, to feel, to see

I see a future ahead of me,
I can see myself succeed
I can feel the love, and the support,
all emotions  in a sole spree

This thrill of a spaceship I am
Expense I will never be
I am the gas, the technology, the force
Life is just another windstorm
One that won’t ever beat my spaceship

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Yesterday was raining

And I was training

And remaining

When I was painting

About my training

Of sailing

My training

Was refreshing

And rejuvenating

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Citizens are in the street
Armies getting prepared
Soldier should be scared
of a posible defeat

You fell that feeling of anxiety
While defending your society
Of the brutal opponent
That you’ll face in that moment

No one wants to die
In the battle field
Want to be back to their family shield
And in their arms cry

4 years of fight
Reigned Poverty, hunger and death
But finally in the end of the tunnel
We can see light

The enemy surrended
Flags to the air
And everyone now share
that the massacre has ended

More than 70 million people killed
millions from every nation
And at the end of this abomination
no one really thriled

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S-top

U-nderstanding it’s ok

C-lose your eyes

C-ollect your thoughts

E-xhale and inhale

S-tay in the moment

S-tart again

I-magine
N-othing

L-ife is good
I-dea to
F-ind the meaning of the life
E-nd with conclusion and be happy

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Living in London

A unique place, with a lot experiences that you can embrace

Sometimes it rains, sometimes it's sunny, but it's always funny.

Somes come to stay, others to go

But one thing I know, this experience makes everyone grows

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people are like books.

some of them are easy to read, comprehend
while some take a while to open up.

sometimes you judge its cover,

and choose to never read it.

you can read the first few pages,

but still never cognise it.

you can read the back,

and then put it down.

that’s why you’ll never understand

why someone writes the way they do

or why some write quietly,

while others do it noisily.

you will never know someone

until you read them fully.

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It’s interesting…the brain, the veins, the game.
That’s how I like to see it as, as a game.
We live within drawers and layers, better saying,
we live in a veritable constellation of scenarios
we visualize as the two-faced players that we are.

In this mourning process that we call life,
I prefer to live in my visual drawer.
I see myself in a dark room, where the backlight is a white LED.
I see myself as a butterfly, one who’s creed is to dream,
to succeed and to make be.

My visual drawer makes me believe
my aura is the brightest to be,
hence the guidance of the precious angel numbers
and the solutionist  I chose to be.

Might others see me as a holy grail? One who sure is complicated to unveil.
Like this poem,
I was not meant to make sense at first
But time is a solutionist resource, the resource
You will rely to
Of course, if you don’t want your mind to burst

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The tallest flower of the field had always taken care of the small ones
She would protect them from the sun and the rain, from the wind and from annoying bees
She would do everything for the trees around her to be proud and satisfied
She would take her existence as a duty to take care of others
The tallest flower was known by every single plant in that field and loved by all of them
She knew what she had to do to maintain the field functioning and so she did it
Every small flower saw her from the ground and thought of her as a strong and huge plant
She would probably keep doing this for the rest of her life but one day
Her petals started to fall
The tallest flower, who was known by her greatness could not even hold her own petals
She had lost all of her strength and bravery
The tallest flower of the field was now a dead plant
Killed by a poison produced by her own roots

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Carlitos is like candy
He can be very handy
David on the other hand
His voice is like the drum of a band
Full of noise and happiness
Which makes a exuberant mess

Together they are a couple
They make the room struggle
But when they are quiet
There is no riot
Occasionally they like to work
And in class they go berserk

Exams are nothing to them
Well they get condemned
Maybe this could be the end
But it all depends
On how they do
Through the review.

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Dedicated, passionate, intelligent and stubborn.
Who loves travelling, hugs and long winter nights.
Scared of growing up fast…
Who believe in herself, in her voice and in her actions to become a better person.
Everything planned in her head,
Till he came along and messed with her plan,
With his eyes he took her attention,
And with his hands he took her heart.
But her mind was confused if all of that was right.
He left her in a winter night…
In the cold with only the moon by her side,
She grows up and becomes a woman,
Left with the memory of his touch.
And the mind full of confusion.
I hope you listen…
I hope to care…
Just come back
Before all of this goes away!

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A fly flies through the sky, thy fly happiest as can be, seen as a lump of trash, thy fly is set free, a fly flies through the sky, thy fly sad as can be , a day has passed and thy fly’s end as near as can be, a fly flies through the sky thy fly as lifeless as can be, thy flies life has come to end, thy fly has been set free.

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Feelings
Cannot be explained by words
Expressed by shoutings
Nor sobbings

Abstracts
Tremendous meanings behind paintings
Unbearable pains behind musics
Prodigious roarings behind dances

Questions
Why this painting?
Why this music?
Why this choreography?

Truths
I have no answers
I have no explanations
I have no reports

Cups
Hold a cup filled with water
Hold it for a minute, your arms are fine
Hold it for an hour, your arms are sore

Threads
Feelings get built up
Feelings gets mixed up
Feelings become a tangled thread

Jokes
Funny how paintings races to know me
Songs races to light up the room for me
Dances unlocks the jail inside me

Humans
They call me kind
They call me a life saver
After I've fed their greedy jaws

Scenes
Behind the scenes
They'll 🤬 my back with thorns
After I let them starve to death with their greedy horns

Ends
Everything will come to an end
Nothing left to spend
No more friendship to lend

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I’m starting to notice the demon at my face,
my body in general but it’s nothing serious.
My self-centredness is not satisfied with myself slowly committing involuntary homicide,
it wanted more.

The only thing I do for myself is destructive,
I found myself seeing my wounds, burns and scars,
and instead of feeling worried about it I found comfort on them.

No one is prepared to deal with something like this,
try to feign that everything is fine,
not causing suspicion.

Lie after lie and error after mistake,
I’m stuck, I need help and finally find a way to ask for it.
It’ll be hard, I’ve made a lot of damage to myself,
but I hope to be strong enough to overcome it

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i love you.

Nothing but a subtle glance,

becomes an unshakeable trance.

From a simple greeting,

to secret meetings.

The lightest brush by,

soon your touch keeps me high.

I gift you my heart,

this is just the start.

i loved you.

Nothing but a subtle glance,

becomes avoidance under any circumstance.

From a simple greeting,

to secret cheating.

The lightest brush by,

soon your touch makes me cry.

I gift you my heart,

this is how you break it apart.

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There was a place called Guildhouse by C Cernuschi

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There was a place called Guildhouse by C Cernuschi

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There was a place called Guildhouse,
The Silent Study Room as quiet as a mouse,
The studying is intense,
But the rewards are immense,
Maybe you'll be more creative than Strauss!