WEEK 7

[Visionary]

OK...I guess I found inspiration early...lol This weeks topic is...........................FREEDOM. It dosent matter in what form. You all are so talented I have no fears that these poems will be pure perfection. I am so looking foreward to reading them! Have a great week.

This week runs June 29 2003 until July 5 2003

[Luc]

Freedom, in three forms...


letting the frail caged bird take flight,
shaking its wings flying up to the sky,
so beautiful it'll bring a tear to your eye.

being lowered six feet under into the ground,
your soul flying up strong and proud,
your family sitting over your soft grave mound.

fighting words and fist,
making sure no one takes your poop.
blood spilled for your children.

[Seizure]

I seriously doubt I have a solid chance of winning, but I'm actually entering this week. This one is really personal and I'm not really sure I hit the topic as you expected, but this is what I got out of it. If I did it wrong, please forgive me and just exclude me from consideration.

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I'll Be Free

I used to run track, I used to exercise
I'd get up early, and watch the sun rise
I had several friends, I had much to give
I had every reason, to get up and live
But all of that changed, as quickly as it came
It happened so fast, life won't be the same
My dog passed away, my best friend had died
Natalie flipped her car, I broke down and cried

My grandpa met his fate, long before he should
He told me not to grieve, but he knew I would
All of this happened, in about a week
I could barely move, I refused to speak
This was all too much, the worst was yet to come
My heart beat heavy, it felt like a drum
I drove home one day, I was not prepared
To see my mom running, looking very scared

She was beaten up, blood covered her face
I got out of the car, we formed an embrace
She said Dad's angry, and he's after her
"Mom, he will not touch you, that you can be sure"
He came from the house, walking very fast
I stepped between them, I wouldn't let him past
"Josh, step to the side," I said "you need to stop"
"This is something you, need to just go drop"

He took a swing at me, we fell to the ground
I didn't let him go, my ribcage made a sound
He got so angry, and ran back inside
My ribs were broken, still I could go guide
My mom in the car, so we could drive off
And go to a friends, it hurt just to cough
Then I went back home, why I'll never know
Something just told me, that I had to go

As I made it there, my things were in the pool
Along with a note, that I thought was cruel
He said I'm not his son, and I can't come back
He made it easy, I've nothing to pack
How can this be real? I've nowhere to go
I'm trapped inside a shell, I just didn't know
What I should do next, or what I should feel
I knew these were wounds, that would never heal

I went to my girlfriend, she just took me in
There I stayed three months, then got hit again
It was Christmas Eve, she said it's time to talk
I tried to sit down, she said we better walk
She said she cheated, on me quite a lot
And now she's in love, or at least she thought
So I had to leave, to go set her free
Nothing's ever easy, nothing's left for me

I spent Christmas Day, sleeping in the cold
With no one around, with no one to hold
Children laughed outside, people had such fun
Tears froze to my face, I had no where to run
I moved to Atlanta, to start life anew
Building up from scratch, something I had to do
But still I'm alone, I have no family
One day I will die, on that day I'll be free

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Good luck to everyone, and sorry if I wasted anyone's time.

[Visionary]

Seizure, My God man! your not wasting anybody's time.....If the words came from the heart which I know they did....We should be thanking you for your time to let us share this with you. NEVER APPOLOGIZE FOR YOUR FEELINGS! There YOURS and YOURS alone. Thank you for sharing!

[Brenda Michelle]

seizure that was not a waste of time that is sad. i hope everything is well for you now. dammit i am going to cry, you put soo much pain into your words, i am gald you shared it with us. and like visionary said:

NEVER APPOLOGIZE FOR YOUR FEELINGS!

i hope you win!

[Seizure]

Well, I know we can only submit one poem per week... but I think I'm going to share another one because it relates to the topic.

Letting Go

I know what must be done, I know I must let go
If I'm to be free, from life long ago
Everything is hard, everything I do
But with the hope, I can live anew
I just kept striving, working at my life
Everything from drinking, to cutting with my knife
It's all failing, my time's soon to come
My god see me now, look what I've become

Neil killed himself, he was my best friend
But I must let go, or I'll meet his end
How can I do that? For him I would have died
He was far away, so I never tried
I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling
I wished I had died, and lost all my feeling
I've got to block it now, it is just too hard
I'm tired of being, emotionally scarred

They say the worst pain, one could ever face
Is to lose a child, that they can't replace
What about a family? Knowing they don't care?
You think you've had the worst, you could ever bear?
How about loving, them with all your heart
Only to have them, say you must depart
And live on your own, and never return
You can't live the streets? Well you better learn

I want to live life, I want to be glad
I want to enjoy, the things I never had
It's too late for that, just childish dreams
Keep me here today, or at least it seems
I can't leave this hell, I tried all I could
I tried to get help, they misunderstood
I miss happiness, I miss being free
But it is hard when, the world's afraid of me

[bench]

Congratulations visionary! Here's my poem for this week!

Forgiven

Traversing the avenue
While the rain poured
And the winds howled,
I become drenched to the skin,
Forsaking the now-useless umbrella
In all its pretenses of shielding my body.
And the cold take on my bones.
A shiver ruins through my body.
My aches and pains are washed away
And my sins, too, are forgiven.
I break from the shackles of perdition.
Now I wait for the sun to shine
And dry up this sodden land.

[Leah06]

my turn...

Thease Chains

Walking through medows
Of flowers so sweet
As far as I can see
Flowers a sheet.
Turning around
You standing there
The sun on your face
The wind in your hair.
Our eyes join together
Love, passion, and bliss
Leaning even closer
For love's true kiss.
Reaching for eachother
To my surprise
My hands are held together
I open my eyes.
Thease things around my wrists
Are locking me up inside
No where to run
No where to hide.
No where to go
No where to be
All alone
Your face I want to see.
Not missed
Not wanted
Not needed
Just haunted.
It was just a dream
Hear my plee
Out of everything else in the world
I want to be free.


I hope this is what you ment by freedom...

[Brenda Michelle]

well, here is my poem. dont think it is good but here goes nothing

I WANT TO BE FREE

i want to be free
from the bars i sit behind
from this hated place
from these voices in my mind.

i want to be free
from this world of discrimination
from the paranoia
from my life's limitations

i want to be free
from this so-called society
from hated people
from this mortality

i want to be free
cant you hear what i am saying
i want to be free
from all this PAIN.

[Brenda Michelle]

leah i like your poem, it is really good!