Je'free Y .
Je'free is a poet, an artist, and a visionary
who is passionate in inspiring readers
to become better people via poetry.
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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.
The voice that governs the hierarchy Of the heavens is also the language That is whispered into my head.
University of Life
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
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,
Lover for a Night
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.
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.
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.
Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda
I am crying tears of regret - Regret of not doing it than of doing it. There is a kind of sloth that flows in the veins,
As A Poet
I yearn to find the silence to hear, and Listen to the story that nature speaks of, Praying for patient attention, Not for mere talent, to create masterpieces.
Nothing - That is what I want to be filled with. Everything inside is overflowing. In your critical hour of scarcity,
Not a pretty swan nor a graceful moth. I tell you it is a chameleon. Its colors try to blend its surroundings.
Ballad of the Listener
Blabber-mouthed girls, chatty boys live high-strung. None of them is calm and collected. Loud and proud, two of their most essential details.
Curse of the Ever-Widow
She questions: Why fall in love? To taste the same wounds for the nth time? I guess because you do not choose it. Detachment, as her armor, I understand.
She was a projector. Mirror was her screen. Fluffy scarf of feathers around her neck, A boom box to her left, costumes to her right, Dancing, caressing the boa that she had on.
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The abode of tears:
Tears of joy and tears of sadness.
The house of traceable stressed contours,
And relieved smiles on faces.
The temporary prison
Of the pessimistic and the optimistic.
The dwelling place of controlled fear,
And uncontrolled pounding of the temples.
The gray area in dire need
Of a verdict in black and white.
The realm of flotation
Yearning for a solid ground.
The space of the longest hours,
And the most confusing moments.
The residence of hunger for an answer,
For truth or for any information.
The limbo ...