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Tanner C Jul 2015
I need to say it.
I need you to hear it.

But the words are locked away,
Voiceless—
Trapped behind a cage
That only truth can unlock.

If I release them,
Will you truly hear?

Will I cradle your heart
With love and care?
Or will it slip through my fingers,
Shatter like glass,
And scatter
Into a million pieces on the floor?

Either way,
The outcome is unknown.

But at least—
At least I showed you my heart.

And that has to count for something.

...
Right?
I am in distraught
all of these monsters has to be fought
the answers must be sought

I am trapped in this horrible realm
just a glimpse of the light
and maybe I could win this fight
please hear my plight


I wonder for how long can I bear this sadness
give me a dose of dopamine
you are my daily medicine
you are the cure to my cruel reality

*
so please stay with me
Ameliorate Jun 2015
Oh snake master, with your deep eyes and your skillful tongue
Please uncage me and let me run my scales wildly through your hands
Hold me steadily, strongly as you tame me
Freeing me from the confines which house me
Oh snake master, your skin cool to the touch like mine
Pale white and smooth
We are different from each other, but similar
My blood runs cold while your veins pump warmly, coursing through your being
Oh snake master
Run your hands across my tiny body
Hold me firmly while you speak
Whisper softly to me as I wrap around your neck
Gripping you tightly as I become comfortable
You are not afraid
Oh snake master
Tell me your secrets
I am content here, now coiled around your arm
Your eyes glisten with hope, face handsome and young
I want to surround you, to find home within your warmth
Oh snake master
I feel your heart beating
You have me bewitched under your charm

Oh snake master
Oh snake master
Oh snake master
Banita khanal Jun 2015
either play with colors
or with words
both way you are an artist

If colors can make a self portrait
why not words?

considering myself an artist playing with words
this is my first self portrait

"a caged body
with a free soul,
that free soul
struggling to free own body"
Lizzie Jun 2015
My wings once were clipped
My skin once was ripped
Presently on my chest
Only the scars are left.

The lock has been broken
The door has been opened
The chains have decayed
The rope has been frayed.

You’d think I’d fly free
But I can't - you see,
My heart is long aged
So instead I stay caged.
Jackeline Chacon Jun 2015
Trapped in caged thoughts
I am a little lost dove

A hopeless romantic
Since you're all I think of

How can I fly away?
The pain forever stings

I will never move on
With these broken wings

I love you so much
Don't ever set me free

Let me die in your cage
Your hell is home to me

I will suffer and sing
I am your little dove

Such a happy slave
A prisoner of love
Florence Maude Jun 2015
I'm trapped inside these walls
I'm tied down to these halls
I cannot leave
I cannot be free

I just want to run away
Oh how I wish I could stay
But I can't stay caged any longer

I just want to run and hide
From these monsters in the wild
Who knew I could be so afraid
Of being trapped in this prison I've made
Poetic T May 2015
Beauty within a cage once free
To taste the air through its
Porcelain skin.

Imprisoned beauty only to be
Seen by one, concealed it doesn't
Taste the light.

It wilts in solitude, as petals fall
Like tears on to the shredded paper
Floor of this caged place.

A beauty imprisoned now its grace
Fallen, What was elegance upon a
Stem lies naked tears upon the floor.
Poetic T May 2015
electrons do spark
energy transcends pure thought
both equally caged
electrical and thought as one trapped in a prison of bone.
Mariah L Wallace Apr 2015
In my chest there is a bird
Who's fluttering spurs all my words
A muffled song her sorrows sing
In ribcage trapped a fragile thing
My body is a birdcage

And butterflies, those wicked things
They dart around on razor wings
My insides now all ribbons be
My body is a birdcage

Translucent skin on hallow bones
And as time goes emptiness grows
A song once sung now no one knows
My body is a birdcage

Now windswept ribs begin to bleach
Sandshifted joints begin to preach
The heavens high a bird does reach
From what was once a birdcage
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