Je'free Y .

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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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.
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The orphan's million and one anxieties
All disappeared when I held his hand,
When I rose above myself, and
Let my ears be extra sympathetic than needed.
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Some are born to eat fire. Others, to juggle knives.
I was born not just to be amused by them
For that will be like my own early death.
My purpose is to have a purpose, not to be wasted.
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If I wait for the perfect weather,
I will not get close to my destination.
Like a bird, I may be safe in a cage, but
That is not what a bird is bound to do.
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It is not derived from books alone.
Knowledge comes and goes, piles up the facts.
I yearn for simplification, for what lingers on.
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In this crisis, there is a sense of urgency,
And usefulness to others given with no regret
Nor a thought of recompense.
I have seen the need, and overlooked the cause -
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I am standing on the gutter,
But looking at the stars.
They truly come out shining
When it gets darkest, threatening.
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Child, the darkness disguises many things
With its tricky illusion painting the air.
Meditators find peace easier
With their less distracted eyes.
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I used to think that once you have been terrified
By a ghost, its next apparition will be less scary;
But memory can be haunting, making the past
Return in moments you least expect,
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I have never seen any clothing more magical
Than your red and black checkered print;
One of the great-grand ancestors epitomized
By a star-crossed lover into this figurine
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