I drink a cocktail of moonlight under the gleaming stars of Manhattan. The glowing sky scrapers illuminate the city behind me. I close my eyes, and listen to the waves lapping softly onto the dock. A chilly breeze blows through my long hair, making it dance in the wind. I let my mind wonder. Something I have not been able to do for a while. I think back to my home. A small farm in the wild and wonderful West Virginia mountains. I think about my 2 brothers working the fields all day. Jeremy wanted to better himself, and become an Engineer, but Dad said he wouldn't make it far. I thought back to my highschool years, when I thought I had life all figured out. I wanted to be an artist that could touch the hearts and minds of all people around the world. When my father scornfully told me I would not be an Artist, but I would be a maid for his company I ran away. Far away to the cold and unforgiving streets of New York. They promised wealth and prosperity, but all I have gotten is an eviction notice and a broken ego. I took one last drink of my cocktail as I stood up and walked to the railing. The cold metal stung my feet like ice was being poured all over me. I looked out over the ocean, and saw a boat of people dancing and laughing. I whispered, "Enjoy it while it lasts. You'll see soon enough what liars they are." My hands gripped the railing, as I took a deep breath in and screamed, "Fuck your promises!" I looked down, for last time, before I plunged into the deep sea water. The twinkling stars above me eventually faded away. And so did I.

My words have different sides to them.

My words can be like a sharp knife, plunging into your heart, and shattering it to a million pieces as it pumps the last drop of blood.

My words can be like a flower; Soft and delicate with a delightful aroma that pleases your nose.

My words can be like a fox, sneaky and sly, that steals your possessions without you even noticing.

My words can be like a fire, cackling on a cold winter night, warming two bodies as their passion rises.

My words can be like champagne, golden and bubbly, with an exciting explosion behind them.

My words can be like a rainy day, cold and empty, creating sad faces with every person I see.

My words can be like a raging war, harsh and meaningless, tearing everything in their path to bits.

My words are my words. You may be able to take away my freedom, and shackle me to the ground. But, the one thing you can't do, is take away my voice. Because, My words make a difference.

@LiberalPoet