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Showing posts with label Free Write Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Free Write Friday. Show all posts

Friday, 6 July 2012

Freedom State

Freedom State 

Is freedom just a state of mind? 
A loss of things once defined, 
Is freedom unique to each being?
Of growing up, childhood fleeing, 
Freedom is to breathe and be alive, 
Not needing machines just to survive, 
Freedom is to move and take control,
Of our environs, our personal fish bowls,
Freedom is a state of mind! 
Not caused by war, or government defined!  
Freedom to think, love and feel 
Should be the core of the freedom wheel!



Submitted to Kellie Elmore Free Write Friday where the prompt was independence and freedom 

Friday, 9 March 2012

A 21st Century Ending !

 A 21st Century Ending !

  I wrote this for a challenge for 

I give you a picture; you give me a story. Don’t make notes, don’t ponder your execution, just look at the photo and whatever pops into your head first, begin writing based on that thought 

Almost naked, confused, 
Stockinged feet, missing shoes, 
Head thumping, pounding away, 
Trying to put back the pieces that have gone astray, 
Did I miss a drunken tryst ?
Was it a frog or prince charming I kissed,
At what stage did my reality become hazy 
All the players through my drunken stupor acting crazy ?

Almost naked, confused, 
Stockinged feet, missing shoes, 
Head thumping, pounding away, 
Trying to put back the pieces that have gone astray,    
Drilling constant in my head, 
Body bruised, tired, aching for bed. 
A Whole night wasted lost, but at what cost ?

Almost naked, confused 
The pieces don't make sense they refuse 
To click in to place fill the time, the space, 
Stockinged Feet, missing shoes,
Its adiós to the booze 
Head thumping, pounding away,
It's off to a different dreamland I stray, 
A Whole night wasted, lost, but at what cost ?
Stockinged feet, missing shoes ......snooze .. .. .  .z Z Z Z