A cute and detailed steel cage
Because who arrested her knew what he was doing
A steel cage, with curves painted with gold
The girl inside was so pure
Velvet face and autumm colored lips
Flying hair between the bars in an innocent dance
But inside the perfect dance
She was unhappy
Why was so unhappy someone so beautfiul?
Because she was trapped
Nobody should feel trapped
So free her and let her live
Because cages are to fit and not to arrest
-d.a

There is a nest of birds inside my body
Trying to peck and claw their way out.
I can feel their wings beating
Bruises onto my insides

Their ever flapping wings
Stir my stomach into knots
That I can’t hope to untie.

Every time I try to speak
My mouth fills with feathers
And I have to swallow hard
Again and again
To keep from choking on them.

They’ve pecked holes in my mind
These restless creatures inside me
So that I can’t understand anything
The way I used to.

I know they are trying to escape
That they are trapped inside me
They mean me no harm, really,
still, most days I feel
More like the caged bird
than the cage itself.

what if my cage
is out of sight;
rather
inside my mind?

these shackles
cling to my wrists
can you see them?

you envy my freedom--
one you perceive me
possessing;

one I never
truly
ever had.

We build our own cages.
We construct fences around our souls.
We scribble on the walls.
We believe this makes us free.

The world can terrify.
But there is nothing worse
than not experiencing life
for the fear of hurting.

While the birds begin to sing their songs
The sun climbs silently into the sky
Fleeting dreams fade away at the breaking of day
The dreamer reprieved, he opens his eyes

He gets ready for work and puts on a tie
Fit for a funeral or fit for a wedding
He sees during the day but its only a lie
Truth to be found only when the dreamer is resting

As the sun creeps quietly down to the West
The dreamer lays his head down to rest
Escaping his reality to something more real
He attempts to lose himself in his dream surreal

Light sets the scene as it infallibly does,
The dreamer alone but feeling no fright
Rosewood, as usual, the door appears
Gold handle glowing bright in the light

Behind the door is an unknown world
A world without convention and without ties
The dreamer caught motionless in a reach for the handle
Indefinitely pondering a world without lies

While the birds begin to sing their song
The dreamer reopens his eyes
He could only think of the rosewood door
And how he did not want to wear a tie.

sometimes i wish
i could pull you close.
sometimes i wish i could push you away.
sometimes i wish
i could hug you once more.
sometimes i wish you'd be on your way.
sometimes i wish
i could kiss you lips,
sometimes i do not.
sometimes i wish
i could keep you all for me, safe in a box.
that's when i realized you don't need me.
sometimes that's what it takes to realize
love can't be shoved into a box.
love is an animal, just like our hearts.
and that's why our ribs are called cages.

now the world
is naked and unnaked

a swirling
pool of clumsy souls &
burning flowers

it will be
one warm morning
you come to
kiss my
memory goodbye

& we will fall
so deep
we never
come out

*******
everything's a circus