In cage he grew
In cage he flew,
And staring the blue sky,
Was the only thing he could do.
He wasn't sick at heart ,
He just wanted to, taste
The freedom of flight, that awaits.
The day came the doors were open ,
He came out, but now ,
the dreams were broken.
He wept a bit and Turned back
And gave a look,
To the cage and to the man.
He hopped a bit ,
And flapped his wings,
And now in the air ,
He could see, the worldly things.
He flew here, he flew there
Nothing he could find anywhere.
Dreams clashed like a house of cards
Was this the freedom he always asked for.
The clock of the world moved again
The house of the cards clashed again
For now it was the dark shades that was around
No shelter no home
No cage around.
He reached upon a tree
And looked here and there
For now it was the Nightingale
Whose voice he could hear.
Flew to the stage
Stood in front of her
Listening to her voice
Trying to sing with her.
He just lost and forgot
for he is now disturbing someone
She stopped, by his croaky voice,
And laughed till he was awake and alive.
She stood near to him
What a beauty it felt to him,
Apology he couldn't make
As he was lost in the lovers lake.
Nothing she said
And flew to her home,
Leaving a picture of her beauty
In the eyes of our romeo.
The whole night he stood there ,
And watched her sleep ,
Glancing at her beauty
That paused, his sleep.
Madly he banged his head on the trunk
Just to test, if he was drunk
No it wasn't the wine he drank
It was the beauty of her eyes
In which he swam.
The morning came with bright rays
The canopy made a romantic phase.
A beautiful voice
Came to his ears
Yes! Yes! She was near
"Who are you? " she asked
"I am a traveller who is lost "
"What's your name?" she asked again
"Lost my name in the past pain"
She kept quiet for a time
And then made a flight
In between the rays of light.
Dusk came she started to sing ,
And the owl started to stare with out giving a blink.
She saw him and stopped
She flew to a branch and hopped.
He came near and asked
What made you to stop?
Said nothing she stared at moon,
Silence was so high
As if she wasn't here.
And the next moment ,
Yes, she had disappeared,
He searched for her
She wasn't there.
For if now she was lost for ever and ever.
He came to her nest,
Hopped inside, peeped at the moon,
And started to cry .
When he slept he did not know
Little bulb was about to glow.
Morning he woke up
It was a The dark shady place
Yes! It was the cage
Yes! It was the cage

I fell in love with a dancer once,
back before I'd come-of-age.
I was sitting in the audience with my family,
and she was up on-stage
along with five other dancers:
two couples and her partner.

The guys all dressed the same.
The girls all dressed the same.  
And yet this one stood out to me for reasons unexplained.
It wasn't just her pretty face -
In fact, all three were pretty -
but something in the grace she moved with,
as if she were the epitome of beauty.  

They wove in-and-out of each other in a spiraling ballet.
I strained to keep my gaze trained on her form,
as if she were the pearl in a gypsy's shell game
and I had my life-savings riding on the outcome.

The steps grew more dramatic.
The partners recoiled from each other.
The lights grew dim, for a second,
then the music crescendoed,
and with a grand flourish each couple reunited then froze in place.

A look of horror on my face as I realized the loveliest dancer's partner had made a mistake:
the hem of her skirt had got caught on the hand that was now on her waist,
and a black-leotarded wedge between her legs was on display for however many glorious, grueling, stomach-churning seconds that pose was held for until the lights went out.

The performance left me feeling a mix between elated and tragic,
and I sat staring into that blackness transfixed, as if
by some kind of magic.

She asks me why this is so hard
I know to her this is bizarre
It's my habits I should change
but they keep changing me
And the further in the week it goes
The more she can see
I don't need a slimmer waist line
But I don't mind feeling small
Please stop my mother tells me
Before there's nothing there at all
And I'm trying but somedays
I don't want to anymore
F* it I got bigger problems
Push anorexia out the door

Daddy
I'm gonna be a daddy
That shakes me to the bones
When I heard the little heart beat
I knew he was my own

Mommy
She's gonna be a mommy
She smiles from ear to ear
Her vibrant eyes are so much brighter
Lightly glazed with tears

Family
We're gonna be a family
Our home is gonna change
As clothes are bought and prayers are prayed
We ponder over names

Baby
You're gonna be my baby
I swear to do my best
At times I'll slip
At times I'll fail
But I'll cherish your every breath

Blink
Now you see it, now you don't
Listen
How you hear it, but it isn't your own
Touch
Show you feel it, though the tangible is missing
Say
The words on your lips, etched deep on your psyche
Believe
That this isn't you, you are far from normal
These words make up your life, you think you can run but thought tempered by desire, for heart, for mind and for soul
Just one click away from salvation

This problem has gone on so long
we always reach the same old sum

divided by lies
multiplied by my failure to learn
In division, we carried over

the sequences of your dishonesty
compounded by lack of ownership

numbers don't lie

you brought a lot of uncertainty into the equation
it played a huge factor
the lowest common denominator

I never was good at arithmetic, but something doesn't add up

subtract me

Memories are a blessing
    and a curse.

Sitting around in thought of the past
Reminiscing about your life

Memories can be good.
    Remember what and who you love.
    Remember your friends.
    Remember your family.

Memories can also be terrible.
    Remember the pain you’ve been through.
    Remember the deaths.
    Remember what was lost in time.

Memories…

Some things you want to hold on to
    and never forget.
Some things you wish to forget
    and never do.
Some things you forget
    because some things aren’t meant to be remembered.