I know why the caged bird sings.
It's not because his song
is as vibrant
as his feathers, that he plucks away
each day because he doesn't
feel beautiful.
It's not because of the majesty
that exist in the freedom
of being able to spread his wings
though he knows
he'll never rise to the occasion.
He sings because he believes
that this cage
was made for a king
because he has never tasted
freedom with a side order of skies.
He's never flown past the sun
on a cool morning
or hung with the moon
on a warm night.
He's only ever known
the comfort of a prison
that his thoughts have
become accustomed
to calling home.
He would never venture
beyond the "welcome" mat
because what's beyond the threshold
holds no promise
the way these bars and metal locks do.
He sings because he knows
that no one is listening
so if he makes a mistake
he doesn't have to live with the regret
or embarrassment of knowing that he missed his note.
The caged bird
never believes that he's caged
because behind these walls
he's safe
and he prefers it this way.
I know why the caged bird sings.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC
Hey beautiful
There’s a star up there made just for you
Cause when God gave you to me, he needed something for the rest of the universe too
Something to replace the mystery found in your eyes
Something that others can marvel over when they glance at the skies
Something to replace the wonder in your smile
God created something else that makes me want to stop, stare, and admire for a while
A whole universe out there
So vast, deep and blue
But I don’t need to look out there, I am in awe enough when I look at you.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 2:28 AM UTC
Today I feel alone
But I know that
I am alone everyday
But on good days
I seem to forget
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
In the well of my mind, is a voice.
A voice not entirely my own.
Beckoning me to travel deeper,
Within my own subconscious.
Though, if I listen,
I come to a place wholly unfamiliar.
Seemily outside the bounds
Of my own thought or reason.
And the voice says to me,
"Come now just a little deeper.
You are so close to seeing the truth,
With the scales peeled from your eyes."
Never have I seen
What comes after these words.
I always wake up in a sweat,
As if my body itself wishes to spare me
From some long forsaken iniquity,
That resides only within
The dark recesses of the mind.
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 6:43 AM UTC
Hello devil my old friend
I think it's time we talked again
You an I
We've had our times
Had our lows
Had our highs
Even though
I can't see god
I have to believe in something
This world is too odd
Angels
Cry
They fill the clouds but
when the devil speaks
he speaks
so loud
Hello demons welcome back
I've been all alone
Been feeling sad
When we're together
I kind of feel good
Doing things only demons should
So hello Devil my old friend
This time I think we don't speak again
Even though we've had our times
We've had our lows we've had our highs
I don't say to believe in god
But there's something here
this world is too odd
And as I cry my tears fill clouds
Here's the devil's call
It rings so loud
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 6:33 AM UTC
My love is tacit,
You gotta know it.
I never said, 'I love you',
But read what my
Eyes convey you!
We never quarreled,
Nor did we fight;
Then why do you ignore me,
With all your might?
There, you sit laughing and merry-making,
Here, I'm a loner and my inside's breaking.
At the glimpse of me;
You pout and grumble,
Without realizing that
My love for you is eternal.
My love is tacit,
You HAVE to know it,
And when once you get it,
I'd be the luckiest on the planet!
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 6:28 AM UTC
Fragrances of floral bouquets
and fresh cinnamon rolls
waft to and fro in the warm air,
the subtle hues of red and green
that are hinted everywhere,
paired with the little lights
stretched out on strings
that are wrapped around
almost everything,
bring us all home
for the holidays.
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 6:28 AM UTC
when i look to the skies
i'm reminded of her eyes
i see the same light
that illuminates the night
sky so bright
and brilliant
i look to the skies
to see where beauty lies
and all i can see
are her eyes staring back at me
so tenderly
with love
and as i look to the skies
above to watch the sun rise
and greet the brand new day
with a smile; i will pray
that she will say
“i still love you
i will always love you”
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 6:25 AM UTC
My chains are clasped around my wrists
As a bluebird sings me a song
For so long under this tree
I've been imprisoned
The sun has long since bronzed my skin
And my eyes are used to the glare
So many seasons pass me by
Yet time forgets me still
I am friends with the animals passing by
And this tree shelters me through all
But people left me here all alone
The price for my evil crime
I sometimes believe that I deserve this punishment
But truly, this was far too harsh a judgement
My flesh has scarred from the chains
My mind has snapped in two
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC