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by Florentina Amon @ deviantart.com/Tiina23
Write a story or poem titled "Freedom".
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I can’t say goodbye.
But I know you guys like words,
such sweet naive birds.
I’ll throw a basket
in the air, let your wings fly,
just to get away
from
me.
Why do birds hate me?
What did I do wrong this time?
Why do they hate me?
Freedom bells ring softly
as the birds tweet a shallow
goodbye, the sound fake
and
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**_Rayburn
_**_What exactly _is_ freedom? _I ask myself this as I pour myself a cup of tea.
When I had left the clutches of my fraternal aunt to go to university, I thought I had achevied such things. But time there was…lonely. I had been alone, and being free didn’t seem too nice.
The act of being free. Right now, one would say I’m free. Free to do what I want, with whomever I wish to, wheneve...
Jamaya glances around to find all his peers shaking their heads as he walks on campus.
Even whispers began to intensity, causing his eyebrows to furrow and his right hand to clutch in a fist.
Trudging through the hallway, Jamaya tries to find his friend, Arlo, all the while curiosity filling his mind; he thought, what has he done for such disdain among the people in his college?
Nothing, not...
I’ve felt something pulling on my wrist for awhile now.
I don’t know why but I can’t resist it, this force moves me around.
I fall to the ground when it pulls me.
I wonder if someone else is doing this?
I tried to get it off but I missed.
It’s infuriating to have it dragging me around.
I wonder when I’ll break free from it somehow.
I thought it was someone else grasping my wrist.
I got freedom fro...
My freedom is here,
My freedom is great,
My freedom is with friends,
My freedom is not a calendar date.
My freedom is nice,
My freedom is like birds in the sky,
My freedom is shared with friends,
Like on the Fourth of July.
My freedom will always be apart of me,
My freedom is me.
And I’m happy about that....
**Freedom was the key to joy.**
**now it’s the key i would like to destroy.**
**i dreamed of being a bird who loved extending it’s arms.**
**it happened,**
**but now those wings get hit by the crowd.**
**we think freedom is when decide for ourselves,**
**it is,**
**but let’s watch our step as they say.**
**the truth is there is more people involved in our journey.**
**influences,**
**drama,**
**de...
A bird with wings unable to use them caged for its whole life. That was me, a caged bird meant for only ones cold gaze. Me and my husband Rick have been married for 9 years, oh how happy we are…
I see him everyday glancing at those other girls, he makes me sick. When he goes off to work it is like a part of me is missing. I have no freinds, I am completely cut off from my family, the only person I...
Thrust.
Push.
Scratch.
Leaping out.
I’m flying.
Out.
Out into the foggy air.
So freeing.
So happy.
So weightless.
I can see nothing ahead of me.
Nothing behind.
Nothing anywhere.
I’m so free.
I have no worries.
No thoughts.
Just…. _Freedom_.
I can fly forever and ever.
And ever.
And ever.
And I never have to land.
I am completely alone.
I have no burdens.
I swoop up and down an...
What would you do with your freedom if it was given to you?
Would you talk long walks without looking at your watch?
Would you let your toes sink into the wet sand on the beach without reaching for your phone. Would take a photograph of freedom or happiness or joy to post online so that everyone could take notes and compare.
Do we want the freedom to spend, the freedom to buy the freedom to trav...
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