Water: a poem
Water like a blanket it envelopes, supports the body, the mind develops, moving through it there is freedom, weightlessness and life all around.
A Failed Duty - Epilogue: 1st Letter - Read me first
Most importantly, i learned what he never knew, how to share my freedom with not just my creations, but his. i gave my stopped brothers life. i gave myself a family out of his failures. i created happiness, love, joy. until, he created death.
Out the Airlock: Chapter 1
Working as a police officer in freedom city wasn't exactly how she envisioned her life after the war, yet it seemed to fit the former pleasure slave.
Escape Fortress Valley
Syna took her first breath of freedom, something she hadn't had since she was a teenager. her body shook and her mind was boggled. was this a dream? could it be real? "could we really be free? are we free?"
Noir Hero part 3
Again, i found myself in a position to run and guarantee my freedom and again i chose not to. i could not leave milo's side. some part of me wouldn't allow myself to just let him go.
How You Make me Feel
This sense of freedom and flare, my chest is on fire, but please let me burn. for the flames of passion i feel today, i'll kindle and keep till the end of days.
Lonely Heart
At peace your love has left me, as if summer had come, the freedom of my labors sum, our love all i see. when the world returns, to menial life, please forgive my sins, for within my chest, strife, but still i sing your hymns.
Jessie
Jessie was a part of a special ops team i had when i first joined the freedom fighters. she was a stubborn friend but i like she was a "no bs" individual. we toppled many regimes together. sadly during a mission, she died saving me.
Receding Memories
freedom? liberty? there it is, proudly raised in the streets like a banner "cheer the godless world," soars this life's decree
As These Days Go By
Expressions that cannot be shown yearn for freedom. as these days go by, the horizon grows dull with color. although its beauty fades, my eyes find it difficult to find the prey.
Poem: Come with me, my little friend
A dragon's fate is freedom for eternity. now, go home, my little friend. dream of me and never forget, please, never forget to be free. never forget me. a poem by noiratblack
That Boy's Buried Principle
Bodily freedom is a hard thing to come by but i won't stop! to feel the rush of the wind in my hair--no pain, no itching, no misery one sleek animal promises to me, i can run, swift and be free--no, be me!