Cage
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Loneliness is a cage
That confines my soul
It keeps me locked up, isolated
Out of reach and out of control
I long to fly, to spread my wings
To soar above it all
But the cage is too small,
My body is a cage.
Its walls made of flesh and tissue
As long as I am trapped in this body
I will never be free.
My lips are sealed together
Cover my eyes so I may see no Evil,Cover my eyes so I may not see you.But your Love keeps me tied to you like some unwanted tether,A Golden Lasso of something I no longer wish to have.
Notes flying ‘cross the page,
Singing hope and singing rage
Of how they plead to be free of the cage
And dance across the page.
No Rules
Poetry doesn’t have rules
Just like life
It has guidelines that almost everyone follows
Of course
To be successful
You must follow the rules
Or so they say
Or so I tell myself
One Thanksgiving his mother told me this story
About how as a child he used to catch bugs
He loved them
He would run around the yard scooping them into a little mesh box
Memories wrapped around clots and strands
Of hair oft described as gold, by those forgetting
Its bearer led a life
Best described as wing-clipped.
Thigh-length, some days shining, others matted
Perhaps one of my worst traits is dreaming I dream to leave behind my soft spoken nature To demonstrate confidence I dream to hear the waves of Applause surrounding me. To have the people on the edge of their seats I dream to prove those who call
On an island that no one knows
The seeds of sorrow a shipwreck sowed
To nip this off in the bud
Let me tell you what I love
The books of old would do just fine
To help me pass the spacious time
From here I see a world,
A place I can touch and feel,
But at times I'm uncertain if it's real.
Apart from the people,
Puppets with thoughts and dreams,
I wonder if it's all that it seems.
You scratch and growl
With claws and teeth of steel
Chest out, proud
Smirking like the insolent beast you are
You push, you stomp, you pounce
Asserting dominance wherever you can
Compulsions undescribed
No outlet for emotions
A cage of my own making
But I forgot the door
Tick tock
Goes the clock
Ticking my thoughts away
Deeper and deeper inside my cage
Relief only comes during the late hours of sunset,
When the cool wind finally arrives
Just to curl around your legs,
Sighing with content, just feeling this moment of peace
There once was a girl named Beige
She spent all her days in a cage
If ever she cried,
No person would buy
And she was left with nothing but rage
There once was a boy named Jack
The sickness in my stomach
Matches the sickness in my head
And the aching in my head
Matches the sching in my body
And the hurting in my body
Matches the hurting in my heart
This cage swollows me whole locking me inside no matter how much i reach for freedom it grabs me pulling me back in the dark deep cell traping my full potential chaining my light making me cry only wishing for a full freedom
Why is it a chore to stay alive,
Why do we laugh when we want to cry,
Why do we hide behind a mask,
I held a bird in my hand
Palms cupped together
Fingers interlaced
While he shivered
Heart beating faster
Almost throbbing
As instinct fought to free him
From the cage
Alone.
Alone is how I feel when there's no one near, alone is how I hate to be.
And when there's tears coming down and my smile is upside down, I hate that it's just me.
The death of waiting,
a vice grip on my chest denies me the option to breathe,
my wrists bound in cuffs of limitation,
feet stuck in frustration,
mind set on fascination but body tied,
One of my old poems:
Sometimes I feel like a puppet,
Pulled along in another's hands
Obeying the orders to do this or do that
My every rebellion already orchestrated
Metal box
No loose ends
No escape
Trapped in a structured prison, everyday is the same
no change
no change makes him crazy
his thoughts wander
they lied.
you aren't locked up to save you from yourself.
you're locked up because they keep beautiful things in cages.
The people act like they know me.
Act like they know what it's like to be "free".
Freedom? What a fucking joke.
Locked inside the bars of my own mind, rattling the cells but no one hears me.
Launch me into the atmosphere,
So I can float among the stars.Sail me across the ocean,
Wings clipped, hope busted, dreams shattered,
My cage is worn and my clothes are tattered,
I’ve reached the end of my rope, I’ve lost,
This used to be bubbly and warm, now I’m frost,
I was once happy
A long time ago
Now I cant seem to smile
Only tears seem to flow
Pen to paper
My feelings forever in ink
My escape from reality
My only way to think
Sometimes I can go weeks without remembering
Why I write
Why I jumble some poetic words and propel them into flight
Off my fingertips and onto the screen
Where sometimes while reading them I growl or beam
He stold her innocents at a early age then locked her away in a golden cage.......Day after day she would be tormented by his rage...
The outside world is exciting
Frightening even
The sky and sun seem so inviting
Birds chirp happily
When the darkness closes in
The stars become luminous
It is at these times I return
Late at night, my thoughts come to play
Dancing in my head, each leap of thought a new a brilliant point
Sometimes bright and full, sometimes melancholy
All creating a glorious web in my mind’s theater
I watched you in the cage, partly bloody
Circling the bars in a hellish rage.
Age was hard on your heart.
Two chosen others
Took his offer.
Who I desire is a man’s older brother
The sky is clear, but in this cage it is hard to notice. This cage that constricts me from seeing beyond the bars is unbearable, and I am unable to set myself free.
My heart is ice-yours fire.
I have emotions of sorrow,
yours of jealous rage.
Your patience is one to quickly expire,
but love, we are two birds in one cage.
Some birds, kind sir, never break free of their cage.
Some birds think it nice inside the glistening, gold, columns of their prison.
In example, a Raven born into its' golden “home”,
