Je'free Y . Poems

The abode of tears:
Tears of joy and tears of sadness.
The house of traceable stressed contours,
And relieved smiles on faces.
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I took a couple with breakfast
I wish they'd be called ‘Memory Killers’,
As I now either eat waffles alone;
Or, what is even more pathetic,
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We are the undergraduates of everyday,
From the first morning yawn
To the time we merge the freeway;
From the moment we harvest a lesson
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There is a mild breeze inside
That wants to be a hurricane.
But I try to weather it. By sheer
Force of will, I contain it within
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There is a strange kind of void inside
That I am filling with void
Every time I restrict myself to be human,
Or to be the vulnerable kind.
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It seems two opposite lonely poles of the Earth,
With their magnetic force, drew us away from each other,
Creating an ocean of tears in between us,
And a painful desert that thirsts for mercy.
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Not far, nirvana, nations without guns and diseases,
Where men speak only the language of the heart;
Euphoria, a dream away, rising on the horizon
To harmonize the surroundings in symmetry.
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I do not think that physicists discussing
The plausibility of time travel will be surprised,
If one day, their descendants knock on their door;
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I, like everyone else,
Do not have a vivid recollection
Of my physical disconnection from mom.
I snuck in this world of loans & utility bills
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Soon we will gather our flesh in pitch-dark rooms,
And productivity of a hard day's work will pause.
Smoke is already fogging my vision; And fumes,
Clogging my lungs. Desire burns in cold shadows.
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