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by Florentina Amon @ deviantart.com/Tiina23
Write a story or poem titled "Freedom".
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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 ...
Freedom,
Many people have died for it
Many of which were young
For it, they rioted.
Freedom,
What our country fought for
Then this country became numb
They fought in oppressiong wars.
Freedom,
Is it ever truly there?
Many don’t see the reason
Or truly they don’t care.
Freedom,
Paid for with blood
What have we become
Do we need another flood?...
They receive it all
All its wealth
Attention on them
Fuck her call for help
A little tears there
And people are at their feet
But a young girls screaming can’t even steal the spotlight from these
…
Demons.
That’s what they are
She’s in pain
Leaking from her eyes
Yet they laugh and blame her for it all
She’s a nuisance
A brat!
That’s what they yell at her
Yet when she’s crying and and i...
I open my eyes one last time. This will be my last day on Earth, and I’ve come to terms with it. My family, well they’re shattered, but that’s expected. At night I can hear my mom sobbing into my bed and even my dog, Gus, gives me those heartbroken eyes. I think he can see Death coming for me. Heck, maybe he can even smell it.
The Nurse comes into my room for the last time and changes my IV, it’...
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