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Danneli Aug 2018
"Come hear!" they cry thru the shadowed veil
"Don't you hear the blackbirds song?
Do not weep for the grievings of her heart
For it is you that is dead and gone..."

"It's me indeed!" cried the poor wand'rer
"For behold I meet death at last
My heart beats fast like the fallen bird's wings
Filled with sorrows for my lonesome past..."

"No, No!" cried the blacksmith's wife in vain
"Your heart should not grieve for your colorful days!
I n're leave home and I work till I bleed
I am caged and shall die a *****..."

"Your tunes are absurd to my disciplined ear,"
The businessman spat in the stranger's path
"You can scarce imagine my crimes toward man
I am ****** to **** for my horrid acts..."

"My songs have begun to fade out of key!
My spirit has died," the performer mourned
"I sing alone with another's words
The crowd sees beauty, but it's pain they scorn..."

Now do you hear it? My song that I sing?
Now that you've reveled on a darkness within
Sing no longer for me the tune that I give
For the caged bird that I am, I see all of your sins.
I tried a new style. Sorry, I can't explain it or make it more complicated than it is.
Ivy Grace Bell Apr 2015
She grew tired of her thoughts
and the weaknesses they had found,
So she flicked her embered cigarette;
and burnt them to the ground.
Derek Wings Apr 2012
my heart is in a cage
the cage is invisible
but my heart is barely visible
hidden behind so many bars that are practically invincible
because every bar is made from a scar
i dont even know how many there are
so many; it seems more like a prison
everytime feelings have risen
they couldnt get break out
and who wants to break into a jail
when every attempt seems to fail
it seems ive been trapped in this cell
ever since that one time i fell (in love)
how long have i been here
i cant even tell anymore
sometimes i just sit and stare at the lock
and everthing that is blocking the door
someday it will open
as long as the lock isnt broken
atleast thats what i'm always hopin
I do believe one day
you will find the key
to this invisble cage
but you better hurry
it only gets stronger with age
beware of  the jokes
and meaningless conversations
that never get serious
because they will turn you away
as i try to run away
but i hope you swill stay
and break these scars
so i can let go of all the pain
and all this rage
stuck inside my rib cage
Eleni Jul 2017
Intense emptiness...
...lurking in the shadows.

Did you remember to turn off the light?
So that you may dwell in your sorrows.

She has travelled far, to the point of eternal fatigue.
But listen to those echoes, she is not welcome into the league.

A periphery, sulking on the outskirts
And those selfish souls will never let her in, locked in a lonely universe.

Locked lips.
Locked eyes.
Locked ears.

They laugh, sneer at her
As she dances in her little cage of doom.
But she shall not escape-

For this is her tomb.
Sebastian Macias Nov 2017
These actors and actresses
Puppets being fiddled good
To showcase what "they" like
Thinking we've no minds
Powerful enough to write our history
My writing can be so pure
So visceral and blatant
I'm here within the walls of life
Doing the right thing they say
I'm not drowning yet, but
I have no material to make it so
To make an experience the answer
To make these walls sing
To make these fingers explode
I feel like a caged bird.
A caged bird surrounded by walls in a room with no windows to look out of.
I feel like a caged bird with no mate or friend nor love one to call on
I feel like a caged bird. Caged bird that can not fly because there isn’t any light nor bird call to follow or relie on.
I feel like a caged bird oh dear lord let me free for I’m a caged bird that needs to be lead to his distiny
Nyx Nov 2018
I've lost my sense of happiness
I've lost my point in life
As I stare upon my phone screen
Not a single message lights
And I cry and I cry
Dont stop me
From attempting to fill this void
I smile and I smile
Dont fault me
For letting myself be destroyed
I'm alone right now
Watching it all pass me by
As people change and move on
I stand idoly to the side
Its tearing me apart
Demon clawing at my soul
Dragging me down into the abyss
Buried deep below
These chains tightening
Its harder to breath
Don't try and save me
Its pointless as I have the key
Its comforting these shackles
As at least I have a place I belong
When the world around give me no purpose
Its me that has to somehow live on
Even when all the friends I have leave
And I've been beaten and deceived
I've always been alone
There is no one I can trust
A mere passing fancy blinded by ****
And it appears to me I've grown too reliant
On the birds that perch upon my window
Keeping me company but only for awhile
Before flying away back into the sky
Where they belong
Unlike the caged bird with her wings clipped off
Singing softly to those who listen
while the owner merely sits back and watch
In the cage she is happy
As she knows no other life
Unlike the free birds
Who know how to fly
ryn Jan 2015
A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...
Dedicated to all of you...

If you're reading this...
This is for you...
Aaliyah Houvener Aug 2018
the thought of him going away for years
haunts me
he deserves so much more
than to be put in a cage
he deserves to be free
and happy
i wish
i pray
the courts will see
he has so much potential
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
misha Mar 15
how can my own home feel like jail?

the windows are always open but i
can see the bars that trap me inside
my own mind, hold my lungs tight
to stop me breathing,
there's always fresh air entering
but when it comes near me it becomes
rancid and putrid, choking me
and tearing me up but i will always
end up inhaling the matter or else
i won't survive

the rooms are filled with ornaments
from different countries,
little souvenirs that we were there
but even with the furniture
i feel secluded, my bed is not
only my resting place, but it
sobs as i rest my tired eyes,
hoping that even in this darkness
of my room, where i can hear the
shallow breaths fill the air,
perhaps the light that escapes
between these walls could
guide me and send me a halo

the clothes that hang solitary
waiting to be reached towards,
they only cover me from this
world that i live in,
these clothes do not liberate me
but they protect me from
anything worse than this jail
in which i know i shall rot
ever so slowly but until then
i shall pray that it won't be
due to my sadness or the fact
that i can't stop worrying and
stressing about the future

if only these walls, this jail,
stopped my mind from wandering
into a state of freedom,
aching to be heard,
screaming at whatever chance they have
but this voice will never escape
as i am made of steel,
my bones are my cage and
this body is half-alive

hold-me, could i dare to ask?
hold-me, in this jail as i
fall into deep sleep,
pray that i won't wake up
hold-me as i soften my breath,
i'd finally feel the rain
as it patters onto my face
but i'd look up and see no sky,
no clouds and no heaven
imagining another life isn't that bad
Fayre Jul 2018
Well my mind is a cage enclosed with fragments of my soul
drifting away into the infinite amount of nothingness
that flows through my bloodstream and
embodies my mind and soul.

Her freedom had yet to be discovered.
I'm going where the wind takes me.
Jade Lima Mar 26
Stuck with this disorder, I might as well be trapped in a corner.
What would happen if I could change my fate?
Would there be hope for a better day?
I just wish I could find a way for all of this to change.
Maybe then I wouldn’t be stuck being a ***** to their game.
Marília Galvão Jan 2018
He came as he was
And she, as he wouldn't have imagined
Cracks of her artistic nature
Overwhelming every cell of her palm
The fragility of an inviting craziness
Captivating his instinct for drowning
her impetuous gaze
Shouting a child's malice
The absurdity of her coherence
Killing him of laughs

He read her silently, she was the book that turns off the light
of the room
The reader's, drenched in the revealed chapters

Torn between the doctrine of his sense of justice
The torment of smiles caged in 'if'

Oppressed by an unfamiliar circumstance
unpronounceable desires

Ripped between her disarming perfume
His non-existent suicidal vocation
August 2017
Jenay Jarvis Nov 2012
I don’t know how much longer I can keep it together.

‘It’ meaning…. Well, I’m not sure.
I just know your love isn’t the selfless kind…
It’s the kind with limits, with rules, with fences,
The kind I can’t endure-

I can’t remain caged in your expectations-
I’m not yours after all.
I’m my own island-
My greatest downfall.

There’s no comfort your arms;
Only the false sense of home,
I’m singed with vulnerability,
And I’d rather be alone.

Trusting you is much like-

Freefalling into pits of oil. Pits of glass.
I'm stopping now and I won’t look back;

My throat is tightening- but in my head it’s clear-
I can’t reach for you,
If you were never here
Corey May 2016
-butterflies caged by ribs,
a life begging to be lived
red heart beats in time
with the thoughts of my mind

but thoughts can fit through cracks
like the butterflies that are trapped
from mind to lips that part
but not passing through my heart

lips set the butterflies free
along with the feelings inside of me
yet I still feel lost
when I collide with my thoughts

my head is desensitized
perhaps my thoughts are the butterflies
their wings coated with beauty
but they can still come out rudely

although my thoughts are broke
when the words reach my throat
i long to fly too
like the butterflies that broke through

i won't hold my tongue anymore
butterflies free to explore
these thoughts begging to exist
a life begging to be live—
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The U. S. of A
“We’re number Won!”
Millions committed
Striped pajamas
The Folks over
Behind bars in the Big House

*** fashion of the day
For the caged bird
Is the Onesy
In Penitentiary-Orange

The dawgs
Bulls’ **** backward
songs gone on too long.
Platinum grilled
The Billboard
Charts at #1
Raise Roof Rough Wolf
The knuckle rings blinging
Krunking Twerking
Packing the heat
The sun as a gun
In hands of sons little ones
What’s not
The thing to keep?

Feels like the odd side
Of the street
Like toiletries, an empty roll,
In his Onesy
In Penitentiary-Orange…

(It’s EnVogue, fashionably
The latest tweet from
Caged birds)
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