"encaged" poems
As we exchange gentle kisses;
our bodies engage
lips graze her ribcage
her heart enclaves
and her chest caves
unto a soul encaged
beating with passion
and fueled by rage
it's more than just lust
it's the Passion we exchange.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 6:09 PM UTC
Allow me to steer you from this endless road of monotony
to a luminous land
where you will be bathed in an effervescent afterglow
Created by a realm of invisible possibilities
spun into the iridescent colorwheel of hope
Ataxia
Melt into my embracing arms
as I lead you through a state of comatose
I will guide you to the kaleidescape
And you will
Understand
How encaged you have been
by the life presented
By the fearful and the small
So enraptured by the mundane
So afraid to rearrange
I understand the temptation .
Believe me
I understand
But allow me to explain how the ultimate risk you take
Is when your fear of not knowing
is why it all remains the same
mp
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
*There are scars in places I haven't seen,
There are nights you wish you couldn't dream
There are things which were taken away,
There are losses that will always stay
There are moments you want to die,
There are times you're too tired to cry
There are feelings no one will understand,
There are burdens that don't let you stand
There are people that broke your faith,
There are monsters that keep you encaged
There are nights when you let yourself grieve,
There are days that don't let the nights leave
There are all these unhappy things and sorrow,
But my love, there's also tomorrow
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 1:56 AM UTC
I used to fear what I could be some day
How I was always locking emotions away
My world view turning darker than gray
Yet, while my heart was encaged
My soul was enraged
Revolted by the world I seen
My spirit raged, fierce and mean
Deserving of judgement, we the unclean
I took everything I had not to Intervene
Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 2:40 AM UTC
I know that you look up to me;
For one, because I'm six feet tall,
But I think that I have done my best,
To keep you safe -- away from all,
The little things that ****** me up.
For you are young: with scathing tongue,
Opinions you cannot express,
A lack of words,
And fear of hurt,
And are yet to fully comprehend
The singing of your encaged thoughts.
But listen to me little sister,
I cannot be your wall forever,
For, one day, you will draw your sword
And embark upon your own endeavour,
To quell the beasts that hide within.
You will only ever need these words,
And the gumption to unleash their rage,
To part the seas of social norms,
To dispute the words on any page,
But I warn you; they bring trouble.
For one day, little sister, I
Will lie a living corpse in bed,
Encroached upon by inner beasts,
Of longing, love and loneliness,
But I assure you, you are safe.
For I was one who did not speak --
Until the world was tucked in bed;
So when the world lends you its ear,
Discard the lines that they want read --
And tell them what your brother said:
**** YOU.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
I was encaged.
at the filligree age of 13
I told my childhood friend I had fallen
for the way freckles fell like sawdust on her teacup skin
and
the way her lips blushed around a cigarette that always burned too
close to the filter
In that town, with bleeding jaw
town like funeral bells
all were straight until proven otherwise.
in that town
ALL WERE SAFE UNTIL PROVEN OTHERWISE.
In 1892
the word bisexual was first used for being sexually attracted to both
women and
men.
Bisexuality does not explain
falling in love with fire.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
a wave of air
a stream of fire
a world ablaze
a person enranged
a life encaged
and eyes
and a smile
and everything
and you.
Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 1:23 AM UTC
Along a narrow, vacant street at 2 a.m.
Underneath the threatening lights of peril
An act of ******** was taking place between
A beautiful cigarette and the orifice of my lips
Halloween had not yet dawned upon us
Yet as I walk Jack-O-Lanterns smile at me
Displaying minor quakes of bloodthirsty evil
While a serum of scorn soaks my tongue
With a heartless trick of ice, cold malice
Summoning the entire town to its kneecaps
Devils regurgitate lullabies resembling the sound
Of nails ****** a chalkboard sparing no mercy
Arousing the hopeless romantics
To awaken a graveyard
And **** the corpses until they're
Resurrected from their comas
As the nymphomaniacs ice
Their frozen flesh with *****
Painting an ocean of abstract thoughts
Across the edges of their frames of mind
Do morticians make up the majority
Of necrophilia related crimes?
Maybe so but, I bet they had never felt
A ****** so dry and so cold
Yet still the thrill of chills tickle these criminal's spines
While they measure their screams careful not to awaken
The beautifully disgusting corpses that lie before them
They turn their heads only to find a pair of scarlet eyes
Gawking at them from within a cowardly shield of fear
Darkness was it's home, Mother to all its desires
In my opinion it was just a phase; A massacre encaged
Aug 25, 2011
Aug 25, 2011 at 4:12 AM UTC
‘twas the Hour of The Raven,
Scolding at the Seven Seas,
Humidity can’t be seen
As the sun whirled
Its final twirl.
A flock of pigeons stand by Midnight’s Trolley Trail.
I am my own eye,
Staring at taught veils
'tween cotton gaits.
The clouds are no more,
Spirits remained encaged in rose sepultures,
A transformation so chaotic, they cackle at their false fear.
MY BLURRINESS SEEMS TO BURN
STEADY. ready,
For what to behold.
I have left Universe to relay ,
As the subtle sun one did in its day.
I am left
To react.
React to what?
React to wee? React,
to relationships, React,
to their degree of nobility,
So fruitful, so radical in concept indeed.
Of all these perspectives
I am one.
One paper, one tree cut for endless possibilities.
The treasure remains underneath,
Where I weep
In the deep,
In the deep.
There is nothing to find,
And that made all the difference.
'twas the Hour of The Raven,
Scolding at the Seven Seas.
Jun 14, 2022
Jun 14, 2022 at 4:08 PM UTC
Wailing walls, howling fences
Encaged and blocked by barriers
All smashed, sorted in security fence
Miles of humanity and flesh torn apart
Why is it that we can’t live together?
We bleed the same coagulating blood
Lined up and humiliated in alleyways
Paths of iron bars and imprisonment
My veins wringed, intensive torment
Mentally distracted, strained by grief
Settlement, conflicts and border struggles
Governance, religious trickles of disunion
The biblical birthright verses human rights
The unsighted straining peace settlement
Shadows of the peace blueprint screams
Ongoing reconciliation, milked in small doses
Whose home is whose? Subdivided in areas
Controls of disillusionment undisclosed
Unmanned checkpoints evokes fears
Revolving cameras tossed and turned
Bansky slogan “make hummus not war”
Smashes freedom to uproot and merge
Constitute and construct peaceful resorts
All horns blowing to collapse duality
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
"You were born to do this."
I reminded myself as I sat there feeling encaged in a flurry of endless thought and emotion.
"Why do I have to feel every aspect of every event of life, so deep?"
I thought as I fought myself once again to simply pick up the pen and drain the overflow of despondency onto paper.
"Breathe."
The words, letters, verbs and thoughts continued to swirl in my ever rampantly unsettled abyss of ideation.
Once I surrendered to the raging of the erupting of the soul..there was calm.
It's likened to the deaf..taken away their ability to sign..The dancer with both feet removed.
Had I no other pleasure but to expel grief, fervor and elation and form them into words to heal the shattering so entrenched..they appear unreachable..I'd beg to be buried with just a writing utensil and endless reams of freshly pressed paper.
"Theres Light."
I mouth that..as I continue to jot as if I were stitching my heart back together with this pen.
Even though I'm within this seemingly grave like cave of aching..I can write.
The beauty is in the creation..The ability to construct, like a carpenter..all that your heart desires with your own two hands..to simply Heal the paragraphs of life that were written badly, write over them or erase and rewrite..if only it were that easy.
I don't aim to undo..I cannot.
Just to poetically fabricate from this point on..allow the stumbles to happen and Love greater than thought fathomable.
Surrender. To the page.
Scribble it out, empty it onto line after line..and crawl atop..until the words fill the fragments and the ink stains your fingertips..Keep climbing upon the proverbial stacks of paper until the towers reach the aperture of the pit.
Creating the mending of affliction, soothing the misery of the choking of words you cannot utter, but you can scratch them onto tablets to deplete the churning of the mind.
Write. Write badly.
Write as if in a mad race to the finish line, then start over again..Until the trails of Letters stretch so long..you could dance upon them for days.
Then Breathe.
Soak every word into your skin as if attempting to heal the afflictions..
then Become it.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
Is not only ordinary in the most vile sense
It also lacks the creative imbalance
That which pulses through the blood of cryptic elders
Although being encaged in a box
has the comfort of rigidity
It destroys the fetus of all that pretends to be beautiful
Contemptuous moments ruined
Because we are weak enough to ask, why?
To pander For a something as feebly human as a definition
Why must everything be placed
on the hand of the glockenspiel
When the world has clearly indicated
The presence of a divine anomaly
The trees are freezing
into crocked chapels
The blackened oasis
tearing slightly along the buttons
Through this all the celestial ambiance awaits
Its complexities weave
each stroke unparalleled
r
The urge is to destroy
That which makes our eyes sting
And our brains blast through the unseen hallows
Riding the coattails of a blastiod
This gusto is blanketed over in our simple minds
Forged into a hammer and sickle
Of absolute and definite terror
Destroy it all
All of which can chemically mix and produce
A new mystical pattern of deficiencies
Naked spayed on the cutting room floor
We must destroy it
By forcefully coding its gnome
Correcting what appears to be a hint of insurrection
When we already no the what already know the why
but the current answers will make us their slave
They will bind us in hopeless ecstasy
So we form new words that don’t do it justice
Outlandish plans for this invention
Destroying its capability to be
simple
beautiful and
without purpose
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 9:01 AM UTC
I am living, fighting,
some even say I am surviving,
but inside I'm dying,
inside it smells of death.
Where are my flowers?
Thorns now burst,
I've lost count of the hours
spent crying, wishing for death
and being teased endlessly by it,
only to be told death
had no room for me.
I've thought about scissors
in non-artistic ways,
I've discovered that paper is
not the only thing you can cut,
I've tried teaching my lungs to breathe
Father, they give up on me
and every breath stings,
But you specialize in rebirth,
so hand me a pair of new wings.
I'm tired of fighting,
I'm tired of this war,
I'm tired of wondering what
I am here for,
I'm tired of existing this way,
I'm tired of these chains
I wear everyday.
If I am a free temple,
then why do I feel encaged?
Encaged in my own mind
where light you won't find,
locked behind bars,
wishing on stars,
begging scars to disappear,
hoping nobody witnesses my tears.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
Woke up early like I always do, no matter what I'm going through I sit and contemplate my present situation, like is this life worth living or am I wasting it, I got plans for myself but with what I know, I know there's a possibility of removing it from the shelf of possibilities, sometimes I can't control myself, so I get ****** off let some shots off and restock, my life is just a ramble that needs to be reshocked like defibrillators to your live stock, cause global warming turned to climate change and they make it seem it's not an issue by keeping your mind invisibly encaged and your nose in the tissue, I've been changing, so when it comes to blaming there's no one to blame but the cats who put our work to shame, **** the industry it's why I live in infamy like the US has for practically an entire century, continuing forensically but fail to catch their own trace of criminology, instead blaming you for your ideology passed down from generations along with theology, some things are more believable like the inconceivable evil that's injected inside the bloodstreams of my people, makin them turn from people to machines, **** that I'd rather be trapped in Saturn's rings but sometimes it's hard to stop some things
- This world has been ruled, dominated, and conquered for thousands of years.. I think it's about time to let that **** lay to rest -
Man I've been living for quite some time, and all I've seen is the world go from a bright shine to a darkened shrine, but I guess that's what will happen when you're born into a world that's already fastened their seatbelts for a global blastin, end the nukes end the fed end the ************* who will leave us for dead while they happily sit in bed waiting for their master Satan to come in faster, the worlds a disaster but it can be fixed if everyone pitches in to dethrone their "masters", mathematical factors plotting out disasters cause they're done on purpose like previous stories remastered, some will ridicule me but it won't matter when they realize the truth that's been hidden educationally generationally, you're serviceably useful to the machine aka the system, but the system needs you, you don't need to listen
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
Rippling waves bursting through
Encaged chests springing, smashing
and smashing as all love is
rolling over
In the Love of the abandoned ocean
Breaking shells and all packaging
a packaging
Love never wanted
All love being free
Its depths to be accessed
For all to see
Oh the great Sea
The abandoned ocean
No one can see
Whispering sweetly it tickles
Relaxing all our stresses
Soothing our shores
As it lovingly caresses
Enticing us all in
How the abandoned ocean
tries so hard to get us
All to just jump in
Foolishly men with their
backs to the ocean stare sadly
in dismay at empty rock faces
rigorously searching under
pebbles and hidden places
With all the love of the abandoned
ocean sitting behind them
Lifting itself up and over
The ocean pours its
Love all over
Giant Whales start calling
Comeback comeback
We are all waiting
In an eternal forever
rhythm no stalling
just keep on pouring
Waves smash and bash
breaking our cliffs and edges
That push away the Love
Of this vast abandoned ocean
May the Love of this ocean
find its way as it smashes
through hard places seeping
through hidden spaces
As it penetrates us all
so very very deeply
Let us all return to the
LOVE OF THIS
ABANDONED OCEAN
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
I am a glutton for your LOVE
Not the pink pedals from a rose.
But to engulf in chills of
Feelings - risen from YOU.
I yearn to be wrapped in YOUR
affection - that is enough.
To indulge in your passion poured -
From gashes but fearlessly entrust.
I yearn for you to give me all of YOU
The you that "you" keep encaged
Is the YOU that I long to love too.
I'll take all of you, have no fear.
Just let loose your baggage -
And let me love all of it
As I live to love you and ALL
That comes with it.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
tonight I faced my biggest fear
of a dog charging at me
and not letting it get hit by a car.
Unlike how you grabbed my ankles
and threw me head first into
a semi-truck and watching as
I combusted into dust and gray feathers on our 5th anniversary.
Maybe you were hoping to see a plethora of colors.
Just because I tended to inhale paint
and spew it onto a canvas means
nothing.
Y'know, it's awfully rude to build
a house on someone's spinal cord
after only biting their lip.
The blood didn't fill my mouth,
so I guess it didn't mean anything.
So until it does, I'll wait until summer
thaws the hearts of dead bodies in
every concrete cemetery
so I can hear the earths core
sing my favorite song,
you hitting your coffee cup on
our ceiling like You've Had Enough.
You used to play it with your pulse
so loud the walls would shake
and start to erode at each crevice
your song made.
That poor house never stood a chance
with the way our internal screams
messed with the plumbing.
But that's why you're hammering
nails into my vertabrae,
and that's why you keep my coat
on the tip of your tongue.
So I'll have a place to call home
and you'll always remember what my
lips tasted like.
Vanilla and saltwater.
The taste of past lovers and sweet futures you always said.
But now your house is gone
burnt down by the fire that is my soul
after you three gasoline into my
intestines to get rid of the old letters
my mind sent through my veins.
never say you loved the hot waters of my skin.
you changed the temperature every time you got the chance.
which begs the question
how does one turn the dial
on a heart encaged like a bird?
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
I have a heart
That in my chest
Beats like a madman
’Gainst the bars
Of the gaol cell
That keeps it
Like a bird encaged
From its mate
I wear a heart
Right on my sleeve
That beats towards you
Like a bird
That’s driven south
When winter calls
And knows no
Other destination
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 7:09 AM UTC
I never thought
I would've locked away a flower.
I never thought I would
Trap such a beautiful creature of nature.
The humongous red petals
Stained with water,
Attracting such a wide diversity of insects.
I had always believed that
Gorgeous things should be set free,
So it could live to it's fullest.
Spread out wide in the open.
And so,
I never thought
I would've locked away a flower.
Yet my marvelous mind encaged a
Beautiful beast,
An imperfectly perfect plant.
Locked it away for years and
Hid it so deep in captivity that
I could never have found it
And I would never have found it
Until now.
Years and years and years on,
Since the flower did first bloom,
It's scent has finally found me and
So did Understanding.
The pungent stench that
Reeked from the Rafflesia,
It slowly seeps into the present
Drowning the pretty world with
Pests meant to pollinate it's seed.
The truly gorgeous flowers slowly
Wilt away as
Evil
Ovethrows
Everything.
I once locked up a memory so tight
I never ever found it,
But in the recent days,
It came slowly
Then like a tidal wave:
Crashed down on me.
The shame just filling my heart.
Killing the not even alive.
I never thought
I would've locked up a flower.
But now I wish I'd locked it back up.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 9:12 AM UTC
The gift of love,
Is encaged,
In your heart.
Its sister,
Sits as a songbird,
Tweeting with my
Heartbeat.
No matter to the future.
To what distances our
Bodies doth grow.
They will sing in our hearts
Eternally.
Jan 31, 2010
Jan 31, 2010 at 8:29 AM UTC
The moonlight sways and swine
It whispers on the illumination of the stars
A mirage of the skies evens the pace
The stroll in the silence of the woods
A haste, the heat, a taste of the kiss
Amiss in the mist of the dense pastures
The evoke of passion, a poison
What a mission? Dissolution
A destitute encaged in iron bars
Redeemed to breath again
Expounded in light, bounded insight
A knight of a night....What a might?
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC
Hate feeling..
skin peeling..
world of hurt..
pain so pure..
Scratching nails..
down the walls..
Disrespectful..
unresolved..
feeling scared & suspecting..
drowning ties..
imperfective..
lying vows..
stupid pictures..
pushing me..
a wayward drifter..
let me leave this fake abode..
broken pieces..
left alone
run away..
my deepest yearning..
downward spiral..
slowly burning..
greater trials..
approaching me..
phony manic..
eloping me..
a broken bone..
an ugly scar..
hurting when it rains..
like a former fracture..
the limb will never be the same..
falling off a tree..
I'll run the hurt away..
although encaged in this dilemma..
I know I have to stay..
I recognize the ledge,
but I'll always hold the rope..
For when your balance falters..
I'll be your only hope..
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 7:06 AM UTC
"I never knew it was toxic, until I tasted freedom with love. I never knew what it was like to be loved, without being encaged. But now I can take my decisions, I can roam free. I can be loved and be my own person. I chose what I do today and forever.
It was love before, it is love now. But now he loves me into independence. I discover more about myself. I find myself healing.The stifling breath, and aching sobs in my chest are slowly fading. It was love before but the bad outweighed the good. Too weak and in love to leave. But I am not a possession, I am my own person."
- excerpt from a monologue of breaking free from a possessive relationship
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 4:09 AM UTC
7. FOOL FREEDOM AND MARTYRDOM
There was once a love
I had found
Greater than the spheres
Of all knowledge
For it held it in one hand
A depth that troubled and excited
A love that glittered in my heart
And stirred me whole
That rang the bell
In my enlivened cells
But a slave I was
Watched by day
And watched by night
Every moment governed
By this Roman rule
The Romans saw me as this orphan boy
Who traveled a chaotic path
But in my happiness I whistled in the wind
And traveled through peoples hearts
The Romans rules me closely
They could see my every hand
Slipping closely into this moment
When love was on my left
I was forced and encaged
And humiliated by this Roman rule
A dangerous thought
Occupied my mind
With the enemies attention focused
Dominating and controlling my future
There legion circulating
My golden city of future love
Torn into by darkness
As this was my last chance corral
With much regret I tentatively
Pursued my drastic course
By blowing the bridge to my golden city
And opening the gates to my freedom
Much noise and many arrows
Rained on me from the Roman rule
But they were stranded in my golden city
Blind and unable to navigate
For I was truly free
I danced and sparkled in my freedom
But at what great cost
As I looked over the great raven
To my golden city of love
My last chance corral
Had my ego baffled and betrayed me
For what great sacrifice
What martyrdom is this
Had my ego secretly tricked me
Had I sacrificed myself
Nailing myself to a cross
Just that i placed on a hill
And raised on a cross
That I may look down on my oppressor
Had I been a foolish martyr
As I may blow an arrow
Through every verse
For there are many acts we play
Penetrating deeply into every moment
We can clear the debris of our life
As I am folded layer upon layer of madness
Forged into me by the insanity of the world
To find my freedom I need to
Unlock many gates to my center
As I am plagued by many doubts
Be careful of the games in this world
As there is love and freedom
And I fear i missed the two of them
But one day I will catch them both
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC