I cannot stay away
From all those books
They are everywhere
And I am lost when
I see them
In all shapes and forms
Here and everywhere
New worlds, new ideas
Or old world and old ideas
Never mind
Reading and learning
Has been my life
Books
The Machine
I am lost
Can’t get anywhere
Don’t know why
Just seeing the fact
And writing that fact
Into a machine
That eventually
Will make the
World know
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House of Learning
University is a strange place
Filled with books and bad coffee
I love this place and
I hate this place
A center for learning and
Madness
Sunshine and love will
Not cure this place
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Easter Resurrection
The slow disaster called Easter continues
Pleasant and sunny
Peaceful and violent at the same time
Dysfunctional and productive
Reductive and Creative
Slowly learning
How to deal with this
Specific adversity
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Love, My Love
Love,what is love,
A feeling, fantasy projected on someone else
Loneliness shared by two
Soon gone, fading illusions
No happiness only sorrow follow
You grieve for years only to
Realise that you actually learned
A new way to make your coffee
What a terrible price for such
A trivial knowledge
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Can Not Fight For My Rights
I am trying to fight
But I cannot
Lift my own
Hand
For more than
Two weeks
I have been trying
To write this letter
Saying
How important
It is for me to have
The place that I love most in this world
But I cannot write a comma
Nothing, can be put together
I have such a fear
I know I am going to lose
But still
I cannot lift a finger
To say
IÂ want this
I need that
I have the right
My father stop calling
No one calls
I am in silence
They are silent
And I am not calling
Anymore ever
Still I have to
I know I have to
Let me go down
To the water
And relive me of my burden
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Writing
You write better with time
They say
That might be true
But I just
Get more
Confused
Over time
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Knowledge
Confused and very tired
Trying to fight the sleep
Looking out the window
And the day is bleak
Trying to pull myself together
Trying to do the things I don´t like
Feeling like i am being fooled
But by whom?
By them, you, me or life itself?
I do not know
The only thing that I do know
This very gray day
Is that I can learn
But only what I can accommodate
In my very tired mind
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