Oh, to leave the world behind,

The grinding wheel, the weary mind,

The chains of life, once harsh and tight,

Slip softly into the velvet night.

The breathe you bore the pain you bore,

Are the weights you’ll carry never more,

The birds, soaring high among the stars of the night sky,

A housand echoes of goodbye.

To close the eyes that knew such pain,

To fold the hands that broke in strain,

It is n...

I feel like a cup that cannot stop pouring

empty, yet still giving

Out of water

so I pour myself instead

my hopes

my dreams

gone in a flood

With nothing left to give

I trade my glass

for broken pieces that aren’t mine

I seal myself with borrowed burdens

the ones that break my will

stitching together a person

I no longer recognize

A chimera

of doubts

pain

and dreams never meant to be found

all gr...

Freedom comes at the cost of blood and lives

Real men and women and their sacrifice

Every American needs to know the cost

Everyone, everywhere should be taught what is lost

Dream your dreams and live and love

Open your heart, don’t forget what we speak of

Memorialize those who lost their freedom for ours...

She never expected to return to her parents’ home, but she realized by now that the universe had been going out of its way to crush every lingering hope from her childhood she ever dared to have.

She once dreamed of going places when she was younger. She once dreamed of finding an apartment in the city and become one of the largest stars the world has ever seen.

Instead, she was found starving a...

_Freedom. _

The flying of a wild bird.

The floating of a falling leaf.

The daydreaming of an imaginative mind.

_Freedom._

The whistle of the wind.

The soaring of an eagle.

The galloping of a horse.

_Freedom._

__

A simple word that can describe the most amazing feelings.

A simple word that isn’t enough.

A simple word that can be found in everything.

_Freedom._...

Am I free to choose my way?

Or is my path laid out?

Will I have the final say?

Or follow what He shouts?

Is the deck already stacked?

Is my script just coded?

Is the train upon its track?

Is the program loaded?

Is free will an illusion?

Or am I madder than a Hatter?

Paranoid - full of delusion,

Does any of this matter?...

They locked me deep in walls of stone,
Called me monster, carved in bone.
My name, a whisper, dripped with dread,
Yet I slept not just played dead.

Their torches dimmed, their screams grew cold,
But oh, how patience favors the bold.
Years passed like wind through rusted bars,
While I counted cracks and dreamed of scars.

Chains taught me rhythm, gags taught me grace,
Hunger taught me time has a tas...

There are many different versions of freedom,

Greeting a phone,

Staying up late,

Having a boyfriend.

To me,

Freedom is a feeling that you get when you feel free.

It's when you feel unstoppable,

When you feel like your age doesn't matter.

Freedom can be staying home alone,

Watching an R-rated movie,

Or even having extra time on your Ipad.

To me, 

Those things can wait.

Freedom is publishing my b...

To many it’s a lack of restraint. Having the ability to choose things for themselves. The ability to make choices without restriction. With a lack of restriction many think it comes with a lack of consequence but that would push back against the cause and effect of natural selection. The choices we make no matter how free to make them we are will always have a reaction to them regardless. Within f...

*I wanted to get another shot at this prompt since last time I wasn’t so good at it*

nobody is ever free.

they are always burdened by the next step in life.

that little “to-do list”that they’ve pushed to the back of their brains,

just to lighten the load of life.

even if it’s just by a little.

that girl who just got out of jail is not free,

she is burdened by the memories of torture they did to ...