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.

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. 

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 

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

And I was training 

And remaining 

When I was painting 

About my training 

Of sailing 

My training 

Was refreshing 

And rejuvenating 

 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.

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. 

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

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

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.

  

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.

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

I have a friend.

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 .

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

 

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 

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

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 

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

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

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

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 

 

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? 

 

 

 

___________________________________________ 

 

 

 

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? 

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 

 

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 

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.

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

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.

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!