Demy Molentor
Demy Molentor
13 hours ago

The curtains have risen.
The actors changed their personalities.
The stage has started to shine.
Yet one boy did not wat to put on the mask.
Yet the audience was missing.
Yet the theater was a flat.

It's so awful to see the people be so double-edged.
Hate being among them.
Take me away.
#freedom   #world   #society   #lie  
Andrew
Andrew
1 day ago

What do you think happens to an animal
Caged their whole life
When they are let go?

Don't believe they find comfort
Knowing they are free.
.. They are scared.

An entire life calmly dictated
Hemmed in and tethered.
.... That's all they know.

As pleasant it would be..
To just run..
Forage for fruits on their own.

All they know is how to behave.
All they know... Is how to beg.

Brent Kincaid
Brent Kincaid
1 day ago

You’re two-way traffic
On a one-way street
I get a bit of sugar
But it is not so sweet.
You go and you come
But I’m here to stay.
You may or may not be here
At the end of the day.

You’re a true free spirit
You will hasten to say.
You’ll always come back
Just maybe not today.
You tell me to trust you
That you are coming back.
That’s so hard to believe.
You have no bags to pack.

You make only promises
With your body and your smile.
That only lasts a little bit
The scariest piece of a while
And fails to keep me warm
While you have gone away
To express your freedom
And to revel in your play.

You’re a wandering stranger
In a game made for friends
I fail to count any winnings
When the game finally ends.
I’m sure the game I’m playing
Is quite different from  yours.
It has you in the playground
And me in doing chores.

You’re two-way traffic
On a one-way street
I get a bit of sugar
But it is not so sweet.
You go and you come
But I’m here to stay.
You may or may not be here
At the end of the day.

Ines Rose
Ines Rose
1 day ago

We have put so much time and effort in protest,

It is time we do the same for revolution .

Discontentment is the main spring to progress and innovation, but only if you take action.
Sienna Luna
Sienna Luna
1 day ago

After Hell and back

to hear your voice

all deep and gravely

on the other end

of the phone receiver

makes all the difference



When my belly's empty

and I'm about to collapse

Oh yeah, I already did!

I called you up

biting my lip

and you answered

on the second ring

enthusiastic about

some new job thing



I'm a foodie, I said

I noticed, you answered



I'm a girl with a BIG

appetite, who cares so much

about other people's well-being

that she burns out quicker than

a single sheet of paper

to a lighter's fine flame

when the going gets rough

her thin skin gets tough

what a shame!



After hell and back

there's no more of

the same



is there…?



What's left is but the ash

stuck to the bottom

of the bin in fine dust



and after hell has burnt me

to a crisp and worry seeps in

I try to not cry

but tears invade the corners

of my eyes

stinging and ringing

a fear so contrite



but if I avoid the things

that scare me

I'll never find freedom

and that's all my charred

feet want--release from

first time jitters--



and you're real



you're actually real



and that's the scariest part of all



it really is time now

to break down my wall

#hell   #freedom   #hope   #romantic   #a   #longing   #voice   #phone   #ash   #muttering  

I still remember
Your bright eyes
Your innocent smile
As you walked through the flowers
How you made everything better
And the whole world looked at you
Like you were the brightest star
I remember your sweet smell
How you aspired freedom
Despite of everything.
And I'm sure you always knew
The place you keep in my heart
And that you will remain there
Even after you're gone.
Little star,
Please remember me
Wherever you are.

I will always love you, honey.
TJA
TJA
2 days ago

About to hear freedom call
While justice whimpers
Hidden in chambers
Suits & robes whisper
Dictating the futures of people

A blind trust for those of us
That no one knows nothing about
The laws to which
We continue to abide
No, challenge insight
Embers smolder inside

Desperate to not
Abandon life's plight
Signing papers
Ending the nightmare
The wear & tear
Of emotional thoughts

Two-year bond
Sing a song of Ps & Qs
Or else suits & robes
Will choose  
Throwing the book
Of blind justice
Rules made just for us

By TJA

#poem   #poetry   #truth   #freedom   #life   #anxiety   #time   #thoughts   #poems   #writing  
Becca Lansman
Becca Lansman
2 days ago

This one is for the desert
For teaching  me how to watch orange dust be taken away by the wind. Dancing, swirling. A glimmer of freedom.
This one is for the tall looming sandstone walls. Awe inspiring, humbling, desentergrating  in the palm of your hand. The splitter cracks, that make you scream up to something greater. Make you bleed, remind you how small you are.
The towers, aged, full of tales, climbed, worn, wise. An art piece, hanging in your living room. Something so dry and barren yet full of life. Challenging you. Reminding you that your are only human.

The spiders, the ants, the Ravens above. The beauty in simplicity. The empty room full of laughter. A silent woman,  smiling to herself.

This one is for the desert. A place that taught me to stop and look. To appreciate the moments of spinning admits the storm, dancing to the rhythm of your own heartbeat.
The cuts in your hands, the ever prevailing cacti, the long sweat drenched days.
This one is for you,  for reminding me to be still. To open my heart, immerse myself in the collectiveness of it all. The wind, sand, juniper leaves, the arches. You have solidified yourself into my skin. I will remind myself of you on those rainy days. When everything seems impossible, when the world seems to be wrestling my every move. I will go back to the feeling of sitting atop of a 300 foot sandstone wall, I will go back to the simplicity of joy and fear. The feeling of being fully alive and try as hard as I can to savor it. To hold on to that calm.

Yesterday

A votary of democracy
And a combatant!

Today

A tyrant and a parasite!

Tomorrow

A prison inmate,
Who regrets
A wrong turn or bent!

Politics in Africa, a mockery of justice, a vicious circle.
Eric Lewis
4 days ago

Dragged in by chains
You won't leave alone tonight
With everything you've said
Every crime commited
Here is a prison
Made of everything you know
Throw away the key
Because You won't see the day
Again

All fear and shame
They knew my name
I was in bondage to every broken sin
All fear and shame
They knew my name
I was in bondage to every sin

And here I was lost
Bound to my cell
Past was calling
Burdened from hell
You took my place
Where nailed wrists bled
And the thorns that pierced
Where you died and bled
Taking my place

Breathing softly
As the casket closed
And iron maiden
To close me into binds
No escape
No closure
No escaping the exposure of this sting
Untill you came
And took the death belonging to me

And here I was lost
Bound to my cell
Past was calling
Burdened from hell
You took my place
Where nailed wrists bled
And the thorns that pierced
Where you died and bled
Taking my place

And here I was lost
Bound to my cell
Past was calling
Burdened from hell
You took my place
Where nailed wrists bled
And the thorns that pierced
Where you died and bled
Taking my place

Take this life and all its pain
Blessed Are you Slain
Blessed Is The Slain
Blessed, beloved return again

2 Corinthians 5:21
#love   #suicide   #broken   #freedom   #death   #grace   #prison   #mercy   #bondage   #rescue  
 
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