It sat alone and frightened. The cage surrounded him and refused to let go. He knew that someday it would break down, but he lost his will to fight it. He lost his eagerness to leave. He became content, sad and alone.
RLM
Cages are often found to be the worst thing that has ever happened to mankind. We are in a cage all day, every day. We are held by our actions, our thoughts, and cannot be set free until the last man standing turns their life around.
tyler
I spend my time in a cage. In darkness I find my rage. The cage is sealed and I am strained to find a way to release my rage from inside the cage. there is nothing inside. nothing outside, but where I want to go is to another cage.
Aaron Lee
walls box enclosed keep inside held in limits contained animal security
allie mac
i still don’t know why the caged bird sings mya.
meggie
ANIMAL TRAPPED I THINK OF A WOMAN BEING HIT BY HER HUSBAND A BIRD THAT TRIES TO GET AWAY A LION THEN AFRICA AND THEN THE LION THE SAME ONE IS IN AFRICA BEASTS TAMING WONDERING WHY DO THEY NEED TO BE TAMED AT ALL WHTA’S WRONG WITH WILDNESS I THINK I AM WILD AND THAT IN A WAY I AM IN A CAGE BUT I THINK THAT I WILL LET MYSELF OUT SOON BECAUSE I AM ALMOST OF AGE PARENTS TRAP CHILDREN IN CAGES
LENA FREED
i sit here thinking…
nothing comes to mind
i’m stuck inside my own head
my very own cage
curry
the cage swung gently in the breeze as the young man sprawled over the floor watching the leaves as they rustled against his barred enclosure.
Frank Pitz
Cages are part of life. I live in one. I work in one. I exit as I please, knowing I will dutifully return like the good little pet I am. Of course, cages are also protection. Nutrition. Comfort and warmth. Isolation when I want it. Companionship when I need. Cages are life.
Tommy
I felt like I was in a cage in COllege. I feel like I am in one now. But in 5 days I am free. As a bird. No cage. Just sky. Cages of fear have controlled my life, and I finally let that cage down. I think the world is better with no cages, only sky. I hope one day I can help everyone be free from their cage!
Nicole Anderson
Cages are interesting things. They can be useful, yes, but more often than not they’re misused. I dislike cages. They keep animals confined in small spaces, which can be useful at times, but not for the meat industry! All they do is just keep meat ready for the slaughter. It’s not okay to use cages for that at all! Damn it!
anon cage
i once lived in a cage, my father told i should eat all my raspberries, but then one day i escaped from my cage. Mother wasnt very happy, she told me “if you should ever go to the woods, bring an umbrella cuz you’re going to eat my pies
Seth Coffman
Nicholas Cage is my least favorite actor in the world. I avoid every movie in which he stars. He is unwatchable and makes movies unenjoyable for me. Although he is considered top notch, he is horrible to me.
Shea
In a way, I felt as if every move I made had to pass through some sort of filter before I could do it, every word I said had to be approved of before I could say it. Even though I had my laptop and could continue tweaking my candid shots of the families I snapped, the Cape had removed everything and I had to make do with Paint.
Krissa
once there was a bird in a cage, for years she wanted to get out and be free. one day someone left the cage open, she escaped but couldn’t fend for her herself and she died.
liz
regardless of the cages people build and the walls humans form, nothing can stop your spirit from roaming past. no bars from a jail, no wire on a cage can force you to remain inside.
Only you – you have the power to cage yourself. no one else holds that supreme ability. not even god.
mukesh
a cage is a boundary. something which holds somebody or something back from their true potnetial. WE should attemot to find our cages, and cast them aside for without cages the sky’s the limit.
Keri Warr
why is the word cage up hee again? i did this one yesterday in my opinion they shoudl most definately change the word every day…dont you agree? why wouldent they? do they expect to leave it this way and have liek everyone write about birdcages and stuff….i would hate to live in a cage…i dont put anything in a cage but i do have fish..
jessica
i am in a rusted cage with no windows to see the future of my existence in the world that i envisioned. My existence in this cage has left me with many doubts about my future and the love
mavrik
underneath and behind
a bird
yellow
in a flash
left with hurricane wings
Fred
I feel caged in lately. Everything I do is wrong. I am blamed for the actions of others because of the information I give them. Is this life? Because I am on display like a lion in the zoo. WHat do I do? Fuck you and you and you. I have no reason to be in the middle of this.
kat
Suffocate… Caged animals… To cage your emotions.. Beaten dog.. Loneliness…….
Jes
ANimals trapped in a cage at the zoo. They look very sad as I walk by them and don’t know if they’ll ever be free again. I look down at my feet and think about if i were to ever be in a cage. Would it be jail? Or would it be like a zoo? Which is worse? It makes me wonder about the rights.
Chrissy
The jailed bird sat inside a rusty cage, looking on the outside world. He wanted to fly away but could not, because the cage was locked. Similar to how I feel right now on a Friday afternoon in front of my computer, the sun shining outside my windowless office.
rachel
Sometimes I feel as though my life, my job is a gilded cage. Pathetic, i know. Trapped comfortably by circumstance and apathy. But at the same time paradoxically I am offered more freedom than Ive ever had.
aroo
Dogs and lions and I said brown. I’ve never been in a real cage to stay or be held captive but I’ve seen them and feel bad for animals in them. It’s sad really, being couped up while people just walk by and look at you and continue with their free lives. Like at Zoos, how boring would that be? I think it’d be incredibly boring.
Julie Meyers
Imprisoned in a cage, I flap my wings furiously. I cannot get out and it is frustrating. You do not hear me cry, just an insessant tweet, a twitter to you. Just because I am alien to you, you will never understand my world.
buzzy
Living with my family is like living in a cage. If they knew that their worst nightmare has come true and their daughter is bisexual, would they finally free me or would I never come out?
MT
Cannot be captured, holding all minds and thoughts within bleak bars – steel rusted, save the sound of grace clanging, haunting in the night. “G”, it goes, I have a “g” in me that blocks “free”, as will the “g” in you, you thought you had, do have, will have had: present, future, perfect tense.
Maron Sorenson
To be placed in a cage where you can’t be. You can’t live think fly or exist. That is hell on earth. Humans are born with the innate need to soar, and we are all caged. Some by our parents, some just by society. We must break free and fly away from it all.
nicole nadler
the cage is terribly small and doesn’t fit my bird in it very well. i thought about getting a new cage but the pet store is closed and that makes me so unhappy. i let my bird fly around the house freely so that he doesn’t have to be stuck in his little cage. until i get him a new one, he will be free to fly around. i don’t want him to poop on my furniture though so that worries me a little. i try to pay attention where he is at all times but it’s hard.
joanna
The bars of the cage were solid, despite the rust. She hit them experimentally. Hit them harder. Hit them enough to bruise her hands. They shook but didn’t break. She backed off then, only then, and sat at the far side of the small space. Trapped. Caged. Confined. How had she come to this? How had she let herself get captured?
Kristin
birds live in cages sometimes so small, they cannot move. Isn’t that a travesty? maybe you don’t think so, maybe you like nuggets. I feel sorry for you and the birds in cages you have eaten and will eat. Maybe you can stop.
hooty
The place was strange. There, in the corner, an old, dying bird sat quietly in its cage, red feathers gleaming with a half-life of their former years. I glared at it, blaming it for everything that had happened to me thus far.
Without warning, the stupid, ugly bird burst into flames. A phoenix? Was i really supposed to believe this?
It sat alone and frightened. The cage surrounded him and refused to let go. He knew that someday it would break down, but he lost his will to fight it. He lost his eagerness to leave. He became content, sad and alone.
Cages are often found to be the worst thing that has ever happened to mankind. We are in a cage all day, every day. We are held by our actions, our thoughts, and cannot be set free until the last man standing turns their life around.
I spend my time in a cage. In darkness I find my rage. The cage is sealed and I am strained to find a way to release my rage from inside the cage. there is nothing inside. nothing outside, but where I want to go is to another cage.
walls box enclosed keep inside held in limits contained animal security
i still don’t know why the caged bird sings mya.
ANIMAL TRAPPED I THINK OF A WOMAN BEING HIT BY HER HUSBAND A BIRD THAT TRIES TO GET AWAY A LION THEN AFRICA AND THEN THE LION THE SAME ONE IS IN AFRICA BEASTS TAMING WONDERING WHY DO THEY NEED TO BE TAMED AT ALL WHTA’S WRONG WITH WILDNESS I THINK I AM WILD AND THAT IN A WAY I AM IN A CAGE BUT I THINK THAT I WILL LET MYSELF OUT SOON BECAUSE I AM ALMOST OF AGE PARENTS TRAP CHILDREN IN CAGES
i sit here thinking…
nothing comes to mind
i’m stuck inside my own head
my very own cage
the cage swung gently in the breeze as the young man sprawled over the floor watching the leaves as they rustled against his barred enclosure.
Cages are part of life. I live in one. I work in one. I exit as I please, knowing I will dutifully return like the good little pet I am. Of course, cages are also protection. Nutrition. Comfort and warmth. Isolation when I want it. Companionship when I need. Cages are life.
I felt like I was in a cage in COllege. I feel like I am in one now. But in 5 days I am free. As a bird. No cage. Just sky. Cages of fear have controlled my life, and I finally let that cage down. I think the world is better with no cages, only sky. I hope one day I can help everyone be free from their cage!
Cages are interesting things. They can be useful, yes, but more often than not they’re misused. I dislike cages. They keep animals confined in small spaces, which can be useful at times, but not for the meat industry! All they do is just keep meat ready for the slaughter. It’s not okay to use cages for that at all! Damn it!
i once lived in a cage, my father told i should eat all my raspberries, but then one day i escaped from my cage. Mother wasnt very happy, she told me “if you should ever go to the woods, bring an umbrella cuz you’re going to eat my pies
Nicholas Cage is my least favorite actor in the world. I avoid every movie in which he stars. He is unwatchable and makes movies unenjoyable for me. Although he is considered top notch, he is horrible to me.
In a way, I felt as if every move I made had to pass through some sort of filter before I could do it, every word I said had to be approved of before I could say it. Even though I had my laptop and could continue tweaking my candid shots of the families I snapped, the Cape had removed everything and I had to make do with Paint.
once there was a bird in a cage, for years she wanted to get out and be free. one day someone left the cage open, she escaped but couldn’t fend for her herself and she died.
regardless of the cages people build and the walls humans form, nothing can stop your spirit from roaming past. no bars from a jail, no wire on a cage can force you to remain inside.
Only you – you have the power to cage yourself. no one else holds that supreme ability. not even god.
a cage is a boundary. something which holds somebody or something back from their true potnetial. WE should attemot to find our cages, and cast them aside for without cages the sky’s the limit.
why is the word cage up hee again? i did this one yesterday in my opinion they shoudl most definately change the word every day…dont you agree? why wouldent they? do they expect to leave it this way and have liek everyone write about birdcages and stuff….i would hate to live in a cage…i dont put anything in a cage but i do have fish..
i am in a rusted cage with no windows to see the future of my existence in the world that i envisioned. My existence in this cage has left me with many doubts about my future and the love
underneath and behind
a bird
yellow
in a flash
left with hurricane wings
I feel caged in lately. Everything I do is wrong. I am blamed for the actions of others because of the information I give them. Is this life? Because I am on display like a lion in the zoo. WHat do I do? Fuck you and you and you. I have no reason to be in the middle of this.
Suffocate… Caged animals… To cage your emotions.. Beaten dog.. Loneliness…….
ANimals trapped in a cage at the zoo. They look very sad as I walk by them and don’t know if they’ll ever be free again. I look down at my feet and think about if i were to ever be in a cage. Would it be jail? Or would it be like a zoo? Which is worse? It makes me wonder about the rights.
The jailed bird sat inside a rusty cage, looking on the outside world. He wanted to fly away but could not, because the cage was locked. Similar to how I feel right now on a Friday afternoon in front of my computer, the sun shining outside my windowless office.
Sometimes I feel as though my life, my job is a gilded cage. Pathetic, i know. Trapped comfortably by circumstance and apathy. But at the same time paradoxically I am offered more freedom than Ive ever had.
Dogs and lions and I said brown. I’ve never been in a real cage to stay or be held captive but I’ve seen them and feel bad for animals in them. It’s sad really, being couped up while people just walk by and look at you and continue with their free lives. Like at Zoos, how boring would that be? I think it’d be incredibly boring.
Imprisoned in a cage, I flap my wings furiously. I cannot get out and it is frustrating. You do not hear me cry, just an insessant tweet, a twitter to you. Just because I am alien to you, you will never understand my world.
Living with my family is like living in a cage. If they knew that their worst nightmare has come true and their daughter is bisexual, would they finally free me or would I never come out?
Cannot be captured, holding all minds and thoughts within bleak bars – steel rusted, save the sound of grace clanging, haunting in the night. “G”, it goes, I have a “g” in me that blocks “free”, as will the “g” in you, you thought you had, do have, will have had: present, future, perfect tense.
To be placed in a cage where you can’t be. You can’t live think fly or exist. That is hell on earth. Humans are born with the innate need to soar, and we are all caged. Some by our parents, some just by society. We must break free and fly away from it all.
the cage is terribly small and doesn’t fit my bird in it very well. i thought about getting a new cage but the pet store is closed and that makes me so unhappy. i let my bird fly around the house freely so that he doesn’t have to be stuck in his little cage. until i get him a new one, he will be free to fly around. i don’t want him to poop on my furniture though so that worries me a little. i try to pay attention where he is at all times but it’s hard.
The bars of the cage were solid, despite the rust. She hit them experimentally. Hit them harder. Hit them enough to bruise her hands. They shook but didn’t break. She backed off then, only then, and sat at the far side of the small space. Trapped. Caged. Confined. How had she come to this? How had she let herself get captured?
birds live in cages sometimes so small, they cannot move. Isn’t that a travesty? maybe you don’t think so, maybe you like nuggets. I feel sorry for you and the birds in cages you have eaten and will eat. Maybe you can stop.
The place was strange. There, in the corner, an old, dying bird sat quietly in its cage, red feathers gleaming with a half-life of their former years. I glared at it, blaming it for everything that had happened to me thus far.
Without warning, the stupid, ugly bird burst into flames. A phoenix? Was i really supposed to believe this?
“MY BIRD!!” the old man shouted.
Well, I guess not.