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Skye Sep 10
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How comforting would it be to fall into the arms of another after a long exhausting day?

How warm would it be to nestle close to another after a chilling breeze?

How gratifying would it be to rest an aching head to shoulders waiting ready?

How good good would it be,

To love and be loved

Beyond all uncertainly

To be chosen

Beyond all rationality

And while there is nothing wrong with wanting liberty,

What is love for if not to free?
Alex Gifford Sep 5
Bruised and ******,
arms restrained
this criminal correctly blamed
for trying to release another.

Who not a friend
nor a brother
but thought it wrong
to just let suffer.
So together
in a cage
held conviction,
suppressed rage,

And whispered words
in hopes to capture
a nudging deep within the captor.
Unconvinced
but dismayed,
their guardian then proclaimed,
"when dogs are slaves,
you've no regrets,
yet misbehave
when men are
pets?"
A bit dark. It was inspired by the realization that many peoples explanation behind human value is completely subjective.
Namu Sep 1
I have never seen true freedom
among the living
Perhaps that is why
the symbol of liberty is a statue
Material shaped to be a lady with a torch? Yup sounds like freedom
I brought a pigeon home today.
Maybe she can be friends with my dove,
If she ever meets him.
I think she wants something,
She's watching me right now.
I can't tell what she's thinking,
But with a spirit so free,
And wings to take her wherever,
I'm betting her thoughts are quite free too.
Romann Jul 6
Break free from the binds of expectations
And the chains of criticism.
Tear off the blindfold you tied around yourself
And take in the light of truth.

Spread your wings of freedom
But don’t fly too close to the sun.
Realize that this is how we’re meant to be
And bask in the liberty you always had.
This is something everyone should remember; that we're independent.
Thank the Persona series for reminding me of this.
KateKarl Jul 4
One shot at life
At mud, and straw
A heavy hand
Sweat burning into my blisters
Blood striking iron
The sun striking me

One shot at an escape from my lot
At an endless horizon
Exotic lands
Infinite knowledge
Respect at last
The sun guiding me

One shot, as pure as fire, for him to entice me
One shot more, my mind is open
One more shot, I accept his offer
One last shot to celebrate, his trap is sprung
My life! Open to me at last!
The sun hiding from me

One shot at liberty
Escape the fiend’s cage
The sting of the whip, sinking into my soul
Man is not meant to endure all pain
Resist all evil, free your soul
The sun signaling freedom’s rise

One shot to end a tyrant’s reign
A single flash, and his kingdom crumbles
A single roar, and his chains are shattered
Bodies fall, voices silenced, the sky rains red
My time is short, the demons upon me
The sun now blinding me

One shot for salvation to find me
Salvation in sheets as white as angels’ wings
Find this land that God forgot
Restore my body, my soul
Chance upon me, and take mercy
Sun shining on my tortured corpse

One shot of life-giving pleasure
Clear, and sweet
Deliver your joy
Make the desert of my throat flourish
Give me one last feeling of peace
For the sun drains my life from me

One shot between this life and the next
One ball, cold as ice, smooth as glass
What’s the difference anymore anyways?
Blinding light, stifling heat, why cling to one?
Escape the chains at last
Only the sun left to condemn me

One shot to end it all
Anonymous poem of a friend
jayebird Jul 1
We are strangers
Yet my heart is open to you
Soon to be neighbors is the
American Dream
Not a greed machine feeding nothing but
Chauvinistic pleasure
Nor is learning how to hoard resources to one side of a body or border an active vision anymore
Instead this night aspires for green trees untouched except by skin, a home and morale for the fallen and free, even more varied cuisines
All faces spring forth just as fluently here, no need for same speak as we may share a smile and nod just as easily, duly noting
Our colors and diversity, who is suitably similar to the landscapes travelled throughout the states, a testimony to
Our uniquely cultured experience which yearns to preserve
forever under sparks and sprinklers in summer when things grow for all;
For me, for them,
For us, for We.
Dreams whisper
Like a magisterial oblivion
necromancy cast upon
The Land of The Living

A diaphanous sphere
Envelopes my tawny, whitewashed epidermis,
Deluged in
         the sanctimony
                 of aeons of withering
For this Sacred Lotus

Ensorcelled spheres of luminescent light
Billow from the aqueous iridescent
Etherealization
But I know that before long
The Tremulous Fear shall unfurl
Banishing the liberty my chimeras once
So venerated

Cosmic-Edicts, give our dreams freedoms to soar bountifully into the incendiary sea of our mind's sky
But when our oscillation of trepid fright doth rise in our souls the wavelength of our frequency is disrupted burning our wishes until unrecognizable
For however brief or vast the expanse which we quiver in our bones

But fear need not last forevermore
~Be dream.
    Be Life.
         Be Liberty.
            (At the Dawn)
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