"fredom" poems
She used to smile
to really smile
she used to love life.
But then one day,
From nowhere,
her life compleatly changed.
"I've got to be strong"
She said to herself
and so, her heart she locked away.
She was strong for years,
but as time went by
she started to fear
Her feelings wanted fredom
so she opened her heart for a little while
and then they came pouring...
Shouting and bitting
screaming and demanding attention
she couldn't take the preasure
So she wrote a note to her loved ones
and with tears in her eyes
she swallow the death pills
But her sister saved her
she went to get help
and they helped her
The fellings are strong
but now she knows,
she knows she is stronger.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
Freedom to live,
freedom to die,
freedom american,
or fredom un-american.
Live as you like,
be as you like,
as all should be,
be as all should be.
Freedom is an act,
and love is no peace.
Live forever, die forever.
They call me expatriate,
and I go on living.
They say I should die,
and I go on living.
Freedom to live,
freedom to die,
I sigh,
I recoil,
"ah, must be a lie".
Freedom is no number,
death is no song.
Life is no art,
words are no truth.
Freedom is yours,
and freedom is mine.
No flag,
no country,
no truth.
Freedom is no lie.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 3:35 AM UTC
With ever-bounding enthusiasm, an enthralled, elated group of people embarked,
Not to visit a vast, vibrant land, but to colonize a capacious continent,
Imperial insatiability was inferred upon imagining an inventive future,
Latent with lustful leering upon the land, we, yes we, left for liberty.
With eyes of fire, souls of greed, arms of thunder,
We filched their land, stole their food, killed their eagle,
We shattered their culture, scorned their ways, and dared to call them savages,
We drenched our freedom-land, with the blood of natives.
We are the land of the brave in a prose penned by a poet,
Being brave we brutally butchered, under the guise of our liberty,
Barbarous is our embellished bravery; reckless is the loss of life,
A lost liberty echoes with the laughter of the ghosts of irony.
In a ****** battlefield lies dead our liberty, once free, once brave,
Imprisoned in a stunning story of sorrow, liberty shall we never know?
Freedom foregone is never forgotten, simply a freed freedom,
The bravery lost was passed to the savage souls we seized in the name of liberty.
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC
Soul
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(Get some)
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Oh mama the dream is dead
Your child's in the bedroom
In so much pain
Tryin to think
But
She's got **** for brains
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(Been to school too long)
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Visions of Fredom assault the dead
Vision of AMERICA
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Soul
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Years came and people fled
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Soul
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Pure and simple
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Soul
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 3:16 PM UTC
Do you recall,
Long ago we used to be puppets,
The puppets of gods,
Who used to hold neither knowledge nor will.
And then he came around,
With the Sky Fire, stolen from gods.
And he, Prometheus, gave it to us,
So here we are, with our freedom, will and desire.
So embrace it all, let us be free,
Slaves to no master,
Prisoners to no limits,
Let us stay free and walk tall.
And yet then he's got caught,
To eternity sentenced, as if freedom's a sin.
But the gods achieved nothing as he was saved,
And the Fire was to bright to put it out.
So hold on to it, keep it up, the fire.
Follow dreams with all of your breath.
Stay curious with all of your passion.
Embrace the Fire, love the life.
And so guard it,keep it bright, the Fire.
Always walk tall, never give in.
Stay unique, independent, so never obey
Embrace the fredom, love the life.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 4:14 PM UTC
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We
Movin slow
Movin on
Gotta find you
Wherever you are
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In the fires of this
Earthly hell
We gonna find you
Wherever you are
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Some
talk of their lovers
Some
Sing of Fredom
We
Movin slow
Movin on
We
Gonna find you
Wherever you are
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We just gotta find you
Wherever you are
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC
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Where do you seek fredom?
a place maybe
or being out of one.
a person possibly
or being never have met one.
time perhaps
not being aware of it.
is it in you
when you finally are not being?
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Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC