I see you, I feel you and I hear you I know the travails you’ve been through Always there, never looked at Rarely at peace, mostly in combat You fight to hold on and fight to let go The person you love most may become a foe Once you’re wounded it lasts a lifetime Yet the executors never deem it a crime Its the heart that has to go through it all And at the end of the day, has to stand tall I say the heart is a wild creature It is its own master and its own teacher And our ribs are its disdainful cage One that in no way soothes, only enrages The heart would consider beating the cage down But it knows if it escapes in blood you would drown
He looked me in the eye And demanded to know Why the car wasn't running He needed to go And I stared back Without expression on my face Thinking he's trapped And running for the cage He saw it then The truth in my gaze His panic grew and then rage Then everything vanished But his silent plea And I stared back And I stared back
my body is a cage. it is nothing more than a blockade. a hurdle. a sack of meat too big for that space, the one between your chair and that wall. The One Between Two ******* Parked Next To Each Other. why do i have to be my body, why is it, that your first impression of me, is based on what is simply flesh. i am a sentient being, sure, but what the ****. why is it my body that you must see. why do we as a species look like this? i would've rather been a slug. W H Y do I lOOk LiKE THIS. ohohohoh. *****. i. have. *****. i love *****. just, not, mine.
Blackbird sitting on the windowsill, out of the cage and still not knowing. Trying to think of flying or staying still, as not wanting to stay but no point in flying.
Blackbird looking out to the ground outside, seeing other birds flying up, up and away. Dreaming of a chance to break free and soar in the skies, being grounded by the thought that today is not the day.
Today is not the day to fly, fly with the pain of everything associated with departure. Today is not the day to say goodbye, goodbye to all the bad and the good whichever is harder.
Blackbird looking out the window and just hopin', without realizing the window was open.