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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
It is futile to cling to something so fictitious. The world fades away. White.
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.
The breeze through my hair makes me feel alive
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,
my body convulsesShaking andWrenchingteartearteartearStreams down my checksOverflowing
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”,