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Flying, freedom Motion art Kick, smile The art of power Fatigue. No longer Just raw momentum Thrum of joy That comes with life.
Floating, fleeing, flying in unison, Playing above the horizon. Freeing their feathers from damp and from cold, Perching almost perfectly far from reach or hold.
‘See you next week,’ one of the guards rumbled, as they tossed Thayne out onto the cobbled street where he collapsed in a heap.
#nightdwellers The full moon beckons me to bathe in it's soothing glow. Upon my naked skin I can feel the night as it gently blows. Chinese whispers are carried exploding on the breeze.
#opussweeklychallenge. #freeverse. Flying is a new sensation. It feels so good to me. Feeling the breeze under my wings. Twisting and turning, soaring and diving through the clouds.
Little bird. Trapped in a cage. So alone. Isolated from the world. You can see the clear blue sky. Just enough to dream of what it might be like. But will you ever be able to soar. To fly sky high.
Only freedom Corporations rise as new faith and religion the power to buy new found opinion. Their salespersons preach and beg for trust, they'll want you blood when your cash ain't enough.
Christmas without my family again this year not because I'm away fighting for oil or 'justice'. But once again my invitation has been lost in transit don't you hate that.
On, little Kestrel, away you fly; Catch the wind and soar on high. Flit along on wings of song, Beyond the bounds of mortal rule. Let no evil do you wrong, Nor persons seek to ridicule.
Catching like wildfire, My desire, Flying higher. Red and blue and pink and green, Too keen, Serene, Against the screen. I call, my mouth, A bubblegum blue, The world is one, The world is true.
A free soul. At last made myself whole. Made peace with the world. Opening my eyes to the beauty it holds. And now am singing with the moon. Standing on a dune. Gazing up at the stars.
We are all but heroes In a life we never knew We hide from the possibilities And savour the views Come on now We're gonna rule the world Open the windows And scream so loud You see that there.
'Can you catch a mermaid?' She says from up above. 'Not for you, my darling,' Her father says with love.
I hate how people fuss,. Like I'm some sort of pet,. I wish they would hush,. And then I couldn't fret,. I hope they'll release me,. I could see the bright sun,. If only let me be free,.
Hearts screaming for liberation Mouths clamped over defiant words Eyes turned Downward Freedom is a heady word But what does it really mean.
I'm walking in these worn-out boots. I'm leaving home. I'm tearing roots. Moving forward, never back. My head is pure. My soul is black. The road before me twirls, unwinds. The world in front.
And if you could have taken a picture. Of that very moment. There would have been a glint in my eye. A smile on my face. A spark in my heart. That pushed through my pores and met.
Learn to drive. Get a job. Get a girlfriend. Pay your taxes. Act normal. Watch tv. Follow fashion. Walk on the pavement. Obey the law. Now repeat after me:. "I am free". #movement #slave #freedom.
I'm running away from the cop cars. Guided by the lights from the night stars. I'm not getting caught by the watch guards. They want to see me trapped behind thick bars.
Break through the walls,. Let loose all of your binds. Tonight we're going to be free. Free from the hell inside our minds. Run through the gardens. Jasmine scents fill the air.
As I gaze upon the sunlit sky, just as the light disappears,. I think what it would be like to be a bird, free, no fears,. Birds may fly, just as fish may swim,. Life happens, try not to fall in,.
Ever since I was a little girl I've always wanted to fly. Soar around on my crystal wings high in the sky. Gliding so lovely and free. Never before have I felt so happy.
I wish, I wish, I could fly. Then I would fly high in the clear, blue sky. Watch the small people walking hand in hand, watch them kiss, watch them talk and laugh, watch them just walk stressful.
The small young girl Begins to dance Spinning gracefully Along with a prance. The audience applauds "Encore!" they cry "My pleasure!" she replies Yet it's actually a lie.