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Ophelia Nov 2014
2am, deadlines racing closer,
Racing the sun over the horizon
Muddled thoughts, blurry eyes
Rub them until you see straight
Until you can see the stars again
Third night this week
Panic gently, but make no sound
Reaching for the mug of bitter nectar
Panacea now, but the enemy tomorrow
Take a soothing sip, burn your tongue
Its hotter than these tears, taste nothing

One page down, four years to go
Drink your black, black coffee
Black as the night,
Black as ink flowing like blood
From one thousand pens
Flowing like dreams
From their arms
It's just another drug
Welcome back, old friend
Feel it deep in your bones
You are nothing here,
A drop of coffee on a white page
You are nothing in this library silent
I was freaking out about all the work I had during study hall so I wrote this instead of working
Harsh Sandhu Nov 2014
Everyday in library
She sits in front of me
Or i can say
I want to sit there
To make her see!

She is very calm, very quiet
Her eyes looking straight
           Towards the book
Catching the words
          Neither left nor right!!

       Smiled once in a day
       It seemed as if
   Sun comes out from
                       black clouds
        Her face shined
    In the same way!!!

       I tried to see her
       To read her face
       For having clues
Not a single wave of
         Expression i seen
                       It's abstruse!!!!
I don't know that girl and she don't know me too...but her calm face made me to think about her.
Majd Al Deen Sep 2014
Rings, Rings
Echoes in the silent library
Stings, Stings
Shaking with no boundary

"Hello, Hello"
"Can anyone answer me?"
Fellow, Fellow
Could you mute or flee?

Who is it? Who is it?
I am really busy
Studying a bit, Studying a bit
I am feeling dizzy

"Friend, Friend"
"How are you ?"
"Mend,  mend"
"You say...studying a few?!"

"Fend, fend "
"For oneself"
"Send , send"
The pressure away from yourself

"Live, Live"
"Every second with happiness"
"Give, give"
Away every second of sadness

"Life, Life"
"Is really short"
"Thrive, thrive"
And build your fort

"Up, Up"
"And don't give up"

Oh ...

"Sorry, sorry"
"I have to go"
"Don't worry, don't worry"
"I'll call again .. you know!"

Wait, Wait *
Who are you???

Beeeeeeeb...klk..klk*

The number you are trying to call is unavailable
Please try to call later
Something I wrote after two weeks in college , there is A LOT of pressure on me because I am studying so sorry guys if I am not posting a lot :\.... Love you all and don't forget to SMILE :D
Pilot Sep 2014
What happened
to this place that once stood tall?
Served as a palace of intellectual growth,
or perhaps a gateway from one place to another time,
         one world to another realm,
                          connecting minds and hearts.

Famous for providing us with another perspective,
a different outlook on life with which to compare ours.
Now covered in vines and plagued by broken windows,
it’s been reduced to nearly ashes and faded footsteps.
Inspired by an abandoned library in a city near my location.
The search is over
I will burn all these dictionaries
From this universal library
Until it all turns into ashes
I will cast it into the ocean  
And wait till it all disappears
You, you define beauty
And love, better than all
A Mareship Aug 2014
Fourteen years old
and my life was a trap -
My ankle was caught
All red and ragged
In the jaws of an age-old machine
Designed to catch boys.
But there was a missing cog –
a little *****,
because there was a way,
(There was a way)
There was a way
to
get away…

College Library,
Domed and dark,
The silence disturbed by a bluebottle’s
Rumble
And the sly ticking of my own gold watch.
Oh! Getting high on the smell of
Other people’s universes,
Tissue thin and
Dogeared immortal -
Gotcha!
I’ve got 'em all!
You can’t contain me in these walls,
I can go an – y -where.

I can get drunk on Holden’s Highballs
Or Sebastian’s brandy,
I can weep at the grave of Ignatius Riley’s
Sexually inappropriate ****-fantasy dog,
I can neatly eat Prufrock’s peach
Or a dismal breakfast in a seaside caff
With Dallow and Spicer
And dear Rosaried Rose
With one eye on the sea and
Some lukewarm tea.
I can spend a season with my namesake,
Far away from Heaven,
And shake hands with Satan as he
Finishes a speech,
Wiping his mouth on a swollen
rock,
Hot as heaven and black as a leech.
I can walk that sheep on B612,
I can whip around the Second Circle
Of Hell
Or lock myself in a toilet
With Franny,
I can live in a garret with a garrulous ****** -
I can be East of Eden,
Wonderland,
I can die in Venice,
I can shoot soldiers in the sand,
I can lust after Lo – lee – ta
Tip of the tongue,
I can be a girl,
I can be a nun,
Blow into a conch,
Diffuse a bomb,
Digest my lunch,
Be a sub,
Be a dom,

I can sparkle here,
I can be free here,
I can just be here
And there are no rules here,

Just one boy
And a book
And a bluebottle
And a watch.

Aw dear -
What a flawed design for a cage!
unedited
Noder Aug 2014
when i am dead,
bury me someplace vast,
full of knowledge
bury me in a library
no, better yet
bury me under a shelf
full of books
no, better yet
bury me under a pile of books,
no, get me closer,
cremate me,
bury me between the sun-yellowed pages,
stuff me in
compress me into paragraphs, sentences,
words even
press me into the holes of letters
until i can see the pigment of the ink
and then i shall learn
to read between the lines
Sometimes I feel small.
anmey Aug 2014
it smelled like musty news and
clairvoyant spines and
so maybe you
were behind the seaweed and sea
of pages all this time.
it sounded like breaks in the index
so painstakingly prefix that
i wish you had
please called before venice.
it tasted like wrinkles but
not for sale
the ones that take ages
of glass and ink to retail.
please rid the library of myself
Mash Aug 2014
I want to live in Europe.

I want to run in the Bavarian Forest.
I want to be left in the English rain.
I want to feel the Russian Frost.
I want to skate in the Alps.

I want to feel the French Luxury.
I want to taste the Belgian Chocolates.
I want to sleep in the European Palaces.
I want to feel the Papacy Monastic.
I want to feel the taste of French Cheese and Scottish Whiskey.
I want to hear the Italian Piano.

I want to read English Poetry.
I want to hear the Spanish legends and don't forget the olive there !
I want to feel the magnificence of the Parisian Events.
I want to swim in the Danube River.
I want to be inspired by the fascinating paintings.
I want to be amazed by the beauty of the churches there.
I want to read about the greatness of the European History from there.
I want to search in The Vatican Stores and Warehouses for answers I was looking for.

I want to dream about reading the books that have been hidden in the Invisible Palace of Books in Berlin.
I want to walk among the shelves of The National Library in London.
I want to go shopping in the streets of Paris and Milan.

I just want to be European,
I want to live in Europe.

                                                                             - *Shilo
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