Write about how you feel how you've lost freedom, how the world is losing freedom, how somebody else lost their freedom and how you feel while writing about it. Get going!
By UnluckySeiko on June 4th 2009, lunch time.
on topic What freedom?
on topic What freedom?
Two hundred and thirty three years ago, a group of men put pen to paper and signed a parchment which could very well have been their death certificates. Their cause was just, refined by the fire from alternative motives by the knowledge that they could die. Their cause was freedom.
Now, we have "leaders" writing off our God-given freedom with laws, loopholes, and lies. We are slowly losing our freedom under the power hungry hands of the people we elect. Scoff at me if you like, but search it up for yourself. You'll see.
Now, we have "leaders" writing off our God-given freedom with laws, loopholes, and lies. We are slowly losing our freedom under the power hungry hands of the people we elect. Scoff at me if you like, but search it up for yourself. You'll see.
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By Corijoface on June 4th 2009, lunch time.
on topic What freedom?
on topic What freedom?
Is this really freedom?
A communist president
A falling economy
A dying nation
Our country is slowly falling away
to more communism
With our comunes and comrads
A leading into progression
but its actually a leading into hell
A communist president
A falling economy
A dying nation
Our country is slowly falling away
to more communism
With our comunes and comrads
A leading into progression
but its actually a leading into hell
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I must free myself
By TrialsAndTruths on June 4th 2009, late evening.on topic What freedom?
I'm trapping myself in this never ending circle of pain. I know that i'm doing it, but i can't stop it. I deserve it, and i don't know what else to do. I can't get out of it, I can try to ease or break the pain, it's constantly there at my hip. I can't let go... if I let go, then I let go of... him. I love him too much. But, I think to myself, if i love him so much... then why did i keep breaking his heart?
I know that he doesn't want me. He doesn't love me the way I love him. Such a waste. My pessimism is making my outlook much, much worse.
I'm waiting for the lights to guide me home. I keep waiting and waiting... for something. ANYTHING. Someone that can fix me, cure me from this pain.
I know now that it's only me here, there's no one else coming to free me from this agony. I must learn to cope, I must learn to free myself. For what other choice have I?
I know that he doesn't want me. He doesn't love me the way I love him. Such a waste. My pessimism is making my outlook much, much worse.
I'm waiting for the lights to guide me home. I keep waiting and waiting... for something. ANYTHING. Someone that can fix me, cure me from this pain.
I know now that it's only me here, there's no one else coming to free me from this agony. I must learn to cope, I must learn to free myself. For what other choice have I?
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Because You Where Always A Part Of me.
By transparrent on June 5th 2009, evening time.on topic What freedom?
freedom has gone lost to the youth of an Innocent child give my life away in a day,
no going back i am going to be forever lonely its jus you and me thats all theres going to be was I ever free?,
now I feel I have a chance to be me to be free it has been taken away from me?,
I remeber when I had no care for what might be,
It was just before you came into this world and captured the heart of me,
so small and dainty so cute filled me with responsibility,
not free not the me I used to be,
thought Id'e found a me that was happy not long before you entered my world my baby girl,
I had a love like none before but it was an illussion?
was fulled by the powder like a hype monkey sniffing up stuff thats no good for me,
falling deeper in love with your no good daddy hes not here though now you see,
he made me so happy but he wouldnt let me be free,
It was our world of free just him and me thats how it used to be we were crazy times we laughed so much it was so funny we connected soulfully deeply,
like a bird and a tree i made my nest then i flew away with baby just baby and me,
why did he do it why over again? id'e have myself thinking,
then id'e smile when i think of the silly voice he'd use calling me his little chicken,
child like eyes like green marbels against a blue sky,
you looked at me with pure love noones ever looked at me the way you did,
that was a look not many people will see but I knew what It meant when you looked at me,
It meant in the words you would say in your own little way... "please dont ever leave me i live for you for you and me",
"really",
"Im just scared so vunerable inside you see anyone else can hurt me and i wont be scratched mentally",
"but not you",
"you see you are different in the eyes of me",
"you love and care for me truely but do you? or is this trickery",
but surely why would you want to trick me? maybe im just crazy?",
"It has to be surely i can't have something so good I am not worthy I will loose you sooner or later surely",
thats how them around you all your life have made you feel you see even subconsiously,
theres no escape from what will be as long as you love me you'l keep hurting me,
allways trying to pin me down,
tie me to your shoe then i can allways be found, Im allways somewer near somewere around,
I never get tired of your company apart from when your to drunk to see,
like children at heart you and me but now its time to grow up and take responsibility.
not you just me i have no choice but to set you free.
no going back i am going to be forever lonely its jus you and me thats all theres going to be was I ever free?,
now I feel I have a chance to be me to be free it has been taken away from me?,
I remeber when I had no care for what might be,
It was just before you came into this world and captured the heart of me,
so small and dainty so cute filled me with responsibility,
not free not the me I used to be,
thought Id'e found a me that was happy not long before you entered my world my baby girl,
I had a love like none before but it was an illussion?
was fulled by the powder like a hype monkey sniffing up stuff thats no good for me,
falling deeper in love with your no good daddy hes not here though now you see,
he made me so happy but he wouldnt let me be free,
It was our world of free just him and me thats how it used to be we were crazy times we laughed so much it was so funny we connected soulfully deeply,
like a bird and a tree i made my nest then i flew away with baby just baby and me,
why did he do it why over again? id'e have myself thinking,
then id'e smile when i think of the silly voice he'd use calling me his little chicken,
child like eyes like green marbels against a blue sky,
you looked at me with pure love noones ever looked at me the way you did,
that was a look not many people will see but I knew what It meant when you looked at me,
It meant in the words you would say in your own little way... "please dont ever leave me i live for you for you and me",
"really",
"Im just scared so vunerable inside you see anyone else can hurt me and i wont be scratched mentally",
"but not you",
"you see you are different in the eyes of me",
"you love and care for me truely but do you? or is this trickery",
but surely why would you want to trick me? maybe im just crazy?",
"It has to be surely i can't have something so good I am not worthy I will loose you sooner or later surely",
thats how them around you all your life have made you feel you see even subconsiously,
theres no escape from what will be as long as you love me you'l keep hurting me,
allways trying to pin me down,
tie me to your shoe then i can allways be found, Im allways somewer near somewere around,
I never get tired of your company apart from when your to drunk to see,
like children at heart you and me but now its time to grow up and take responsibility.
not you just me i have no choice but to set you free.
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Freedom
By sasori-the-dreamer on June 5th 2009, evening time.on topic What freedom?
A thing that is saught,
And hated when gone
freedom is wherever,
You find a song
It could be in dance,
Writing, or running
It's your choice
Just be cunning.
Make freedom your own
Break loose from your chains
Write your words on the wall
Before the colour drains
For life is short
Grasp freedom while it's there
For the next moment it could be gone
Like a smell in the air.
So take it and cherish it
For those who have none
Will try to take in from you
Don't let them. Just run
To your special place
Where freedom is shining
A place with no shame,
A place with no hiding
And hated when gone
freedom is wherever,
You find a song
It could be in dance,
Writing, or running
It's your choice
Just be cunning.
Make freedom your own
Break loose from your chains
Write your words on the wall
Before the colour drains
For life is short
Grasp freedom while it's there
For the next moment it could be gone
Like a smell in the air.
So take it and cherish it
For those who have none
Will try to take in from you
Don't let them. Just run
To your special place
Where freedom is shining
A place with no shame,
A place with no hiding
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By lavu on June 6th 2009, terribly early in the morning.
on topic What freedom?
on topic What freedom?
im all lost n gone dont really know wat im lookin for livng inside the hoouse i seem to be a pain a burden o0n myself and no gain to my own domain.
i want to reach out and yell out to the world to tell them that i exist , and can be better than all.
even i can make a difference and i can overule the kind of people they think i'm too weak to face this world but iknow i can rule any day id love to.
i want to reach out and yell out to the world to tell them that i exist , and can be better than all.
even i can make a difference and i can overule the kind of people they think i'm too weak to face this world but iknow i can rule any day id love to.
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What is Freedom, but prison?
By Lila Love on July 3rd 2009, early evening.on topic What freedom?
Freedom?
We are not free in this world, it is so unjust.
This place we used to call the "Free Land" is a prison.
America is not all it's cracked up to be.
We must do as we are told.
We must follow in a specific order.
We must all be the same.
We must not be different, because that's upsetting.
We must not show emotion, that's unexceptional.
We must not ever question, that's unacceptable.
We are not free to be who we want,
so if this is freedom? I'd rather be locked up.
We are not free in this world, it is so unjust.
This place we used to call the "Free Land" is a prison.
America is not all it's cracked up to be.
We must do as we are told.
We must follow in a specific order.
We must all be the same.
We must not be different, because that's upsetting.
We must not show emotion, that's unexceptional.
We must not ever question, that's unacceptable.
We are not free to be who we want,
so if this is freedom? I'd rather be locked up.
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something random
By Knight Of Death on July 11st 2009, lunch time.on topic What freedom?
ive lost my freedome ive lost my sole ive lost everything that means something youve taken this away from me well everything but my life but uve ruined that to just the the point that its fucked me up fucked me up in the3 head uve annoied me hit me and ripped me to peices but i pick myself up over and over u just tear me down but i sucsees i conqer the unconqerable becasue you have made me strong u made me what i am and you failed at nocking me down this time but only this time
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My lost freedom
By zee91190 on September 24th 2009, terribly early in the morning.on topic What freedom?
What sort of freedom?
Gosh ever since my dad saw me hanging around with my boyfriend, ive had no freedom at all!! It makes me feel like a padlocked dog sometimes. I am not allowed to go out with friends or anything. It me feel suffocated. I do understand that i should have told my parents about my relationship before they found out about it the wrong way. But now that they have maybe they should give it a thought. Its not like am not ready to sit and calmly discussion my options with them. Set me curfews and time limits, i dont mind. But let me out sometime.Oh wow! i think ive found a new topic for my next poem. Yeah! why not i think i'll write about how i feel now that my parents arent even ready to listen to me! They dont even want to negotiate.I understand i come from a different culture where dating and having affairs is not something that is accepted often. But having parents who themsleves dated in college & fell in love with each other, makes you think that maybe they would understand what it is like to be in love. I thought maybe they would give me a chance to speak my heart out. But its turned out the other way around. Will they ever understand me?
woa ive written for 5 mins! i didnt even realize it
Gosh ever since my dad saw me hanging around with my boyfriend, ive had no freedom at all!! It makes me feel like a padlocked dog sometimes. I am not allowed to go out with friends or anything. It me feel suffocated. I do understand that i should have told my parents about my relationship before they found out about it the wrong way. But now that they have maybe they should give it a thought. Its not like am not ready to sit and calmly discussion my options with them. Set me curfews and time limits, i dont mind. But let me out sometime.Oh wow! i think ive found a new topic for my next poem. Yeah! why not i think i'll write about how i feel now that my parents arent even ready to listen to me! They dont even want to negotiate.I understand i come from a different culture where dating and having affairs is not something that is accepted often. But having parents who themsleves dated in college & fell in love with each other, makes you think that maybe they would understand what it is like to be in love. I thought maybe they would give me a chance to speak my heart out. But its turned out the other way around. Will they ever understand me?
woa ive written for 5 mins! i didnt even realize it
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