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by Florentina Amon @ deviantart.com/Tiina23
Write a story or poem titled "Freedom".
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“Hang on to the world as it spins us around”
Plant your feet firm to the ground
Take a leap in an effortless bound
Your day is here
I don’t believe in miracles
I believe in freedom
Pay attention to the subliminal sounds if freedom
Planted into our everyday lives
Dear spirit held captive by the web of collective order
My soul is calm and bordered
My soul shouting to the sky
And I want it...
Let me soar like the crows that
harvested on your flesh,
Allow me to flee like the rats
that rest on your grave,
I’ll be the thorned tendrils that
snake around you, as a test,
If I never leave fully promise
me you’ll be afraid,
Make a swear to me you’ll
return the emotion, to me, you
gave,
I’m no more, like a finch, caged,
Let me be your worst nightmare,
but the one you made,
Freedom finds ...
Mama told me that one day, I could remove the chains
Mama told me that she thought that one day, things would change
Mama told me my dirty hands would one day be soft and clean
Mama told me one day, I would be tall and lean
That one day finally came
So I tossed my chains in the licking flames
And I washed my hands in the basin
I hoped to grow tall and lean
And I climbed to the plantation hill
An...
Freedom is defined in many different ways
From words written on a documents page
To the ability to properly express your rage
For some it’s to get out of a cage
For others it’s to get a proper wage
Freedom is expressed in many different ways
Sometimes it’s through an inspiring speech
For others it’s to be able to visit the beach
Everyone sees the different kinds of molds
No one understands th...
freedom.
what does that really mean?
an outsider might look in,
through a small hole in the wall,
and say that we are free.
but i know too well,
i see beyond small hole in the wall.
i see the chains of our words,
that tie us down to the floor.
i see the cuffs of our ghosts,
that hug onto our wrists.
i know that we are not free,
for we are bound by our own misery....
No obligations, no where to be. You can plan the day as you like. You could take a plane to the other side of the world or step in a car and go on a long roadtrip to the mountains. Maybe you want to spend the day in nature or just stay the whole day at home, relaxing in your sweatpants. No worries about money or work, only blissful thoughts today. Today you’re free to do what you want and where yo...
Freedom..Ha. What a lie. Freedom? Something I would love to have. But it feels so…unreal? Like I will never have it. I imagine it as something freeing. When I’m finally good again, when my mental health isn’t as fucked up anymore. When I maybe found a lover? And maybe aren’t that anxious about going to public places anymore.
Freedom.
A wish....
When she cried to the river
With all she had bundled
And carried all on her own
It cried right back
Saying, “you are not weak but you
Just carry too much on your back
I am a strong river, I can carry
Your load
For I have been here quite long
And my water used to cut
Through the road
So give me your pain,
Sorrow, loss, anger, and more
I don’t care how much it is
Even when the rain starts
To pour”
...
A woman's spirit, a boundless power,
A force so strong, it cannot cower,
Breaking shackles, breaking chains,
A rebel's heart, unashamed
A mothers nurture,
A small girls scream,
Tearing through the walls like a beam,
A women’s walls around her heart,
They put them there to shwart the the pain,
To stop despair,
Only stopping to breath air,
She stands tall, a warrior's stance,
Fighting for the battl...
Freedom, elusive but true
A concept we all pursue
A state of mind, a way of life
A precious, sacred, coveted prize
Like a bird soaring in the sky
Or a butterfly fluttering by
It knows no bounds, no limitations
It's the ultimate form of liberation
We yearn for it, with every breath
To break free from the chains of death
To spread our wings and take flight
To live each day with pure delight
It's ...
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