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My sweetheart is a man's man heiress
Her man must be a carbon copy of Jupiter, her father,
An alpha, a beta, a kappa, an omega male altogether
A carpenter by trade,
The epitome of masculinity
Who could solve any math problem in a second
And knew how to fix everything
A car, electric, plumbing
A family hero, a handy man
Who built houses from the ground up
He could swaddle a baby's nightmare properly
Open doors to the winds of sadness
And pull chairs to the lights of happiness
And he could dress every day to the nines
Infusing in her heiress forever wine 's bouquet
And the love of animals.
So consequently
My sweetheart is an animal 's animal heiress
She eats meat only  if it has a label on it
Saying that animals are not  caged
Or mistreated in anyway.
Chiquita Jun 18
She was a bird in a cage
Locked from the evil lurking in the outside world.
All she wanted was to fly and see the world.
But she was kept locked in the cage.
Such beautiful feathers of a rare kind,
If it gets in the wrong hands,
Oh what bad could they do.
The owners kept her in safe and sound
But that's not what birdie wants
She wanted to fly and be happy 
Just like all other birds. 
But not everyone gets what they want 
Especially not a bird with a broken wings.
Her heart was in pieces ;
Some of it far from her reach.
She couldn't go find it so she held what she had left. 
Clutched to her chest she held it there. 
Sometimes it went numb.
Sometimes she could fell everything crash ,
For she felt like a useless bird in a cage.
Less of a bird more of a doll.
Stone cold; 
Sometimes she sang a sweet melancholy,  
A melody so sad and alone
But sometimes it was more of a dream.
She looked through the windows 
As she sang her bits and pieces 
In a rhythm,
Wondering if they'll be a day
She can fly safe in the sky. 
Till then she'll just sing all day long.
No matter much the owners took care of her, 
Daintly like a proceline glass valuing the feathers she possessed, 
Yet she couldn't stop to wonder where the pieces where gone.
She wanted to find it but she couldn't 
Cause she's just a bird in a cage.
Jo Barber Jun 10
The puffs of air around me
were impossible to catch,
but I jumped along
and snatched at them anyways.
The beauty lay in the chase,
not the capture.
Wild things were meant to be free.
Beauty like that loses its touch if caged.
samara lael Jun 5
you covered
your deceiving sentences
in pretty paper,
letting the gold flecks
blind the careful,
truth-seeking eye.
each fold you made
masked the truth
even further;
the edges too thick
to tear through.

you made lying
an art.
perfecting your trickery
with each crease;
the false concern
on your brow.

how many steps
did you take to hide
your intentions
or your secrets?
how many incisions
did you make
on your victims?
are supposed to be
beautiful demonstrations
of life;
not crumpled up
pieces of false hope
& fake actions,
curated to bend
at your command.

i tried to keep track
of what moves you made
so that i could make sure
you wouldn’t repeat them
on me.
but your nimble, paper cut
fingers moved too fast,
& before i knew it,
i was trapped in a suffocating
paper thin, paper-slicing

if only i had the scissors
to cut myself out of this pointy mess.
but once i unfolded one lie,
the rest unraveled before me
til there was just one
piece of paper
with the marks
showing where i
could have caught you out.

look at all those little lies folded up
into something so intricate
that looked treacherously beautiful
from the outside,
but was simple & sinister from the start.

you contorted me into myself,
creating an aesthetic crane.
but i learnt to fly out of my cage,
& out of your clasp.
i won’t be pleated
into an origami opus
for you to
display & deride.

i am not your paper to fold or decorate.
not aimed at all. just caught inspiration from origami and though that lies unfold just like it; when you discover one, the rest of them unfold.
Allen James May 31
The door to freedom opened,
Yet there he still remained,
For the will to fly has atrophied,
And the bird is finally caged.
Alec Llaneta May 10
My heart caged, until you came along
Your beautiful face unlocked the door
Your smile threw open the door
And your laugh made it jump right out

It was your words, that encouraged it to spread it wings
Testing it, until sometime, with confidence... it took off

It flew, and flew
Until the moon, the stars, the galaxy and the universe was possible to reach... that its red wings could touch them
But it was your very words that struck it back down

You clipped it wings, and so it headed for an emergency landing
Pity, it never reached the moon
For the saying will never apply
"I love you to the moon and back"

On side note, the human heart has enough beats in a life time to reach the moon and back
Any higher, then i would have loved you for the rest of my life

Shame it never reached
For the farthest it every got was two months
Or 33,000ft
Cruising altitude of a commercial jet

Now with no where to go
Back to the cage it is
However, having tasted the air and freedom of flight

It flutters, it beats within its cage
Hard work for the mind
As it tries to quiet it
To heal it

Someday's, its movement, brings with it momentum
And so those days, I live my life like drunkard
Swaying to the movement of the heart
Although I am sober, I am fighting to keep balance
Darryl M May 8
How many kisses would overcome the words spoken by the actions?

Can your lower lip feel the depth of my love?
Can your upper lip feel the heights of my passion?

Can your taste buds sense the smooth talks of my tongue?
Can your ear buds sense the whispers of the kiss?

I feel like a creature caged in, kept safe by your love.
But still on the verge of death, about to be killed by your kindness.

All I look for is none but one,
A kiss of ever last.
Devin Ortiz May 6
a bird born in the city
may not know of the forest.
a bird born within the concrete jungle
may not know, but they share emptiness.

a bird born in the city
may have its belly swell.
a bird born in the crossroads and high towers
may feast forever and never fill.

a bird born in the city
may call it a home.
a bird born amongst alleys and avenues
may sing, but often crows.

a bird born in the city,
flies with wings far from what is known.
Trskinner Apr 26
It's dark. I can't see anything. I can't feel anything. Is this what being trapped in your own mind feels like? It must be. I watch myself move, but I'm not the one moving. Someone else is. I can see the whole thing, but I can do nothing to stop it. I scream "NO, STOP!". He's tearing my heart out and drowning my life. Maybe that's why I'm afraid of water. He hands my heart to me and locks the cage door. I'm pounding, now, but nothing is happening. I hope I forget this, or that it's a nightmare. I can't know for sure, but I have to hope.
Neha Apr 23
And as I look at you,
The memories of you and me makes me feel  a plethora of emotions.
And maybe that's the reason,
Everytime I reminicise them,
They give me this false hope,that you and I, can be 'us' again.
And maybe this time I wouldn't be able to survive the pain,
Because now,love I'm drowning.
My heart, it's sinking in those tears that were caged inside me,
The tears that I never let out.
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