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A book of poetry for all of your moods and genres, just look in brackets and choose the one that fits your mood. Be it mini poems or reverse - haiku, sonnet or acrostic. Be it...
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I beat on the bars, Begging you to let me go. You don't hear, My silent screams. My desire to be free, Is trampled, mocked at. Why don't you understand, That I've so much to do? There's a mother waiting, For me to bring her son, Safe from war. There's a girl In an Everest base camp, Waiting for me, To help her summit. Somewhere out there, Is that boy, Who's suffering from cancer, No one but me, Can help him make it. There's this couple, Hiding their feelings, There's this bond, They hide from the world. It's me to unite them. I have to see unknown places, Explore caverns, Find a treasure, Set sails on the high seas, Dive underwater, Soar to the sky, Rescue cities, Create legends, Win wars, Demolish cities. I have to hunt the murderer, Thrust a sword in his heart. I have to feel the blood, On my hands, The vengeance surging through, My broken heart. I have to sink my fangs, Into unaware victims, Stalk a girl at night. Maim, kill, fight, I have to die, Be buried, cremated, And be reborn again. I need to be staked, Need to be hurt, But I need to be saved, To be loved. How will I get this freedom, If you cage me, And don't let me go forth? I need to feel the air, Blowing through my hairs, The kiss of a lover, Exciting my passions. I need to feel The numbness of alcohol, Be burnt at stake, I have to row across the Amazon, To brave dangers, Tame lions, Defeat kings in their game, Face mad bulls in Spain. I have to pray in a temple, Go to Sunday church, Attend namaz in masjid. I need to hide behind the purdah, Don a scarf and a cross, Buy and sell slaves, Serve a master. I have to help that girl, Who's shunned by the world, Just because she behaves, Like a boy. I need to break myths, Thwart fate, Build new destinies. I need to help the dead to rise, I need to traverse the, Vast expanse of space, Defeat time, invent things. I need to travel the world, Play every sport, But how do you expect me to, Do these all? I'm caged and bounded, Without any hope, Of freedom, whatsoever. I'm not a material, I'm not a person, I can't do these, If you don't let me out. I'm your imagination, Your creativity, Yes you, You amateur writer. You're the one who has, Imprisoned me, Pushed me to the, Unending depths of your mind. Just because the world thinks, You're worthless. You'll reign over me? I'll die, I'll never ever again, Do the things I want to. It's high time you free me, I'm your creativity, Your passion, The fire that burns in you. Unleash me, And see what I can do. I deserve freedom, How long do I stay, Trapped inside you? Grant me freedom, O writer, Please let me go.
