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andrew juma Sep 2016
Singing my lost melody in the iron cage
Normal was lonely
I hoped and wished of the endless blue
But those hopes and dreams broke

They broke into little gems
Just like the millions of stars on the night sky
I think about what I missed
And I am so far behind

Fighting the dark past,
The ghostly shadow that creeps inside me
Everyone can see it in my eyes
It is taking me away

From where I want to be
Who I want to be...
Nonetheless my mind is set
To vanquish the ghost, or forever remain caged
Learning to live and let live.Second part of this series coming up soon.
Alienpoet Sep 2016
Explosions onto the page
Instead of rage.
The pen stems the violence
Scribbling kills the silence
Sometimes this skin and bone
Is a cage.
The war we rage is to be heard
The pitter patter of words
Which fall like rain
Permeates our soul
Like small explosions of raindrops
Which explode onto skin and the ground.
AfterImage Aug 2016
My breath is caught.
There's a reason they call it a rib cage.
reply to Sophia The Local Dream's "My bones" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1747078/my-bones/
Withoutwords Aug 2016
I would cast of human emotion and be free,
Guilt and lust weight to ******* me.
Why must other’s feelings factor in?
Why must being me be a sin?
With emotions come so many pains,
So many ways to be trapped and restrained.
People live in fear of getting hurt
Not by cuts, breaks, or being burnt.
They fear the pain of deceit and lies,
Of betrayal and their loves despise.
I don’t want to fear this anymore.
I just fear the life I can’t explore,
Trapped inside this emotional cage.
All the time acting on the stage.
I don’t want to pretend that I’m content.
All the while writhing with resent.
But, neither could I bear to see a tear
And so I think I’ll always live in fear.
Pax Aug 2016
I was the bird in a cage
who never got to fly freely,
too domesticated to even
fly away
on its own.
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1808354/
Ryan Hoysan Aug 2016
How are you?
I never thought this **** question would be so difficult.

I'm fine, I tell you
As I quickly try to
Change the subject.
.... I always asked you to tell me the truth about how you felt, but I just don't want to cause a problem.

I'm really not fine I say,
I'm really not ok
As I try not to be too blunt.

I want to tell you the truth
No matter what happens.
..... You always told me the truth
About how you felt,
But I just don't want to be the problem.

How are you?
I never thought that question would bring tears to my eyes.

Whoever said
"The truth will set you free"
Is a ******* fool.
The truth is its own cage. I've got a lot to think about and worry about. That doesn't mean I'm against talking to anyone. Feel free to message me.
MsAmendable Jul 2016
Open the doors and purge
The stream of bleary people
A flood, pressing for escape
The eternal escape
And fighting the belated urge
To run
From your perspective this cage may look like a home,
But on the inside it looks like a prison,
Sometimes you let me out,
And in those moments I actually feel like a bird,
Sometimes I spread my wings to feel the wind,
And in those moments I can pretend I'm flying,
I dream of soaring away from here,
But you clipped my wings a long time ago,
I know why the caged bird sings,
Because maybe someone will hear it's cries,
Maybe someone will try to save it,
I just hope they aren't too late.
congratulations on this special day

remembering the gain of freedom
from unjust monarchy
after hard struggles for democracy
and universal human rights

we also need to be aware
of new dependencies and tyrannies
that have since come among us quietly
and with deceptive lures of easy lives and riches
of glamor  reputation  millions of virtual followers
& other such amenities
try to persuade us that these are the only goals of our lives

the most decisive loss of independence
is when we do no longer feel its absence
and happily embrace the bars of our golden cage
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