ah. I see that I get the same word if I try this again, a second time. This site, is, then, like a cage, trapping me in a loop of pressing the button and getting the same word, “cage,” over and over again. The only solution, it would seem, is to turn the computer off and go to bed.
Almost done. The green bar is moving and turning red.
Matthew Herper
the cage was brightly adorned with gems and gold. inside it was a lion, curled up like a big kitten. when the door cracked open the lion stirred. Johnson felt the sharp wooden spears with their burnt tips at his back. He fell forward. It was the last thing he ever felt.
Matthew Herper
No one should be kept in a cage. I feel like im in a cage most of the time. My dad keeps such a short leash on me and just kind of stands back and observes. When I have my own animal I won’t keep it in a cage. Ive spent my whole life in one, I dont want it to feel like I do.
Lauren Long
cages often represent closure, and a sense of encasement.
animals are kept in cages, could represent solitude.
Moon
star trek locked in a cage christopher pike range chickens eggs bars jail andy griffith wooden bird cage birdcage saloon in tombstone dog crage cagy unpredictable catch confine
wes
mistress minstrel
freed across
time’s limitations
freed within
the lapidary
setting of
all dreams
lost & found:
these were
lasting visions
nearing the longitudes
& latitudes of
capricorned cancer,
tradewinds
trading wings
unfurled
in the upper rooms
of love’s rampant song.
you look for gold
in the estuaries
as you find them,
you pray for
the ends to match
the heart’s wine,
you claim what
sends you round
the moon’s
harvest, the sun’s
drumbeat, the pulse
of fires
that blaze night
when night
blazes best.
paschal
Though caged, we move the world in silence; eating rice mixed with sand; creating something into something, that better beyond creating nothing to something; seeing things clearly because of something of this in all these things that which is not unreal, world of warcraft gold.
чэιιο
the animal lived in the cage at the zoo and he felt trap. all of the people visiting the zoo that day jabbed him with a stick and threw there leftover popcorn at the animal, because they thought it looked funny. the animal was very hurt. he was sad that they did this and that they didn’t recognize him. for he was human. these people outside were monsters. he was the animal in the cage at the zoo.
Irene Adams
Is that how I feel right now, in a cage? Too many obligations, too many deadlines, too little time, each a bar. Golden cage though, I must admit, for these obligations and deadlines come with the happiness in my life.
Taddy
Trapped singing as the sun comes over the edge of the garden fence. Should be in the garden, should be welcoming the day among the others that are free. I sing here instead.
Dana
I lived in a cage once. Not really. But animals in zoos live in cages. I pity them. Isn’t it sad, observing these wild animals being locked up. Yet they are now there to be saved, because we took over their habitats. Life. Is sad. But happy. A Caged bird can sing.
Rachel
trapped in this cage, alone in the night i sit on my hands and my feet i do bite while the crickets go creaking and screeching my plight i sing songs to the meadow in lapses of fright and when it’s not right i clink on my cage and shriek to my captors to build me a stage.
danielle
cages, wow such a way to hold someone, to paralyze them, disable them from ways of life, cruel, almost violent, sick, mental case! i mean it makes sense for animals, but even then it’s something quite primitive, something unfair, all in all i see the world in a positive manner, but cages don’t bring out anything positive to whomever is in them
alan
Most people like to think of themselves as the type who would break the bars. Who would fight valiantly until the enclosure bent to their will, crumbled beneath their determination and courage. There are a lot of people who could do that, who could free themselves from themselves, who could escape the trap, who could break the bars.
Some have lost this strength of spirit over time. Some have seen too many doors shut and lock.
Some curl up beneath the shadows cast by the bars and cry. Some allow themselves to be contained. Some break.
Julia
I was trapped in a cage. With no lights, no scents, no sound. I didn’t know what was really holding me into the dark and desolate space, yet there I was, trapped in it. I couldn’t scream, I needn’t cry. No one was there to hear me. I didn’t touch the confining boundaries.. I didn’t need to, I didn’t want to. I just knew I was in there, trapped. Whether the bars were made of wood, of plastic, of titanium, it didn’t matter. They were there. I felt them, without my sense of touch but my sense of being. I felt them, I was trapped in them, and I know I will never escape them. Nor do I want to. Because I am safe here. I know this prison well. It is inside me.
Kristi
we are all just animals in this cage called society. why do we even bother to raddled the cages?
amber de la rosa
she walked slowly around the cage, wondering from where the next blow would come. she knew this was just a game, but the tension was real; her heart was really pumping. she saw the flash in the corner of her eye …
chris
i want a cage for my dog, so we can travel more comfortably, a big cage or a small cage, doesn’t matter, but i do want the cage to be preety and comfortable for rigoberto, thats’s my dog’s name.
cristy
A girl peeked out over her arms. Her legs were held firmly to her chest. There was a small amount of bright sunlight trickling through the bars of her cage. Dirty, beaten and broken, she crawled over to where the light shown through. A door. she could see a door in the distance.
emmaline homicide
My boyfriend and I just got a lab puppy and we bought her an 84 inch cage off of e-bay. we have a bird cage in my living room. i feel like my dorm room is a cage preventing me from seeing the rest of the wworld.
erica morgan.
The bird cage is one of my favorite movies of all time. Trapped inside a cage is the way I feel living at home after college, without a real job, with very little money and almost no independence. I’ll get out of here soon enough.
Jordan
I would hate to be in a cage. There is nothing good about cages. Prisons, metaphors, zoos. Cages only deprive freedom. Have you ever seen a pissed tiger pacing in a cage? Imagine that, but a human, what they could be capable of when free.
Mike
Cage fighting. I certainly don’t want to do it, but it’s sexy all the same. The dirt, the sweat, the blood — yep, turns me on.
Dr. Bad Ass
There was a small cage hidden beneath the old red bench. It was full of spider webs, bugs, dirt and fur, probably left over from the last time an animal was locked into the cage.
hydrangea
Eyes caged in their sockets. “Cage”: from Latin “cavea”. A “kage” is a chantry chapel enclosed with lattice or screen-work. “Kage” is Danish for cake. Hello?
かげ)
trapped like in a faraday cage, waves beating pointlessly against the invisible barrier. Their relationship was similarly invisible, but equally trapping.
Jane
The solid bars were terrifying in their own right and no matter how hard he pushed against them he knew that he wouldn’t get through. As much as the starling in A Sentimental Journey, he was trapped, and he couldn’t get out.
Alyssa Diaz
Like a cot. A baby’s cot. Encapsulating them in their cosy domain. More a prison beyond than within.
Mags
A minister entered a tiger’s cage / and gave the tiger a pat. / Numerous parties have disparaged /
this possibly illegal act.
א
Im caged in a box, a clear box, it holds my emotions, i cant break free, the prisonmaster ignores me, I need human relations, im all alone, isolated, with no one to accompany me but myself. not really ^.^
Michael Phillips
im in a cage i am the reason that the world is silent i let others, like society speak for me and i close my eyes and bite my tongue and hide myself in a cage thats all im good for, the negaitivey of a cage, ITS FREE AND the easiest way out i mean if this is okay with you?
amanda grasty
Cages are things that hold us back. We can look at the word literally as a physical cage, or something holding us back. Like hate and prejudice.
kev
Cages are things that hold us back. We can look at the word literally as a physical cage, or something holding us back. Like hate and prejudice.
kev
i’m always in a cage, no matter how wide i can strech my legs. the truth is everything is a cage a prison and everyone is free.
charles belt
A challenge, nothing more. A challenge for me to earn my freedom. These steel bars and this steel rough is only a test of my physical strength. They call it entrapment, I call it opportunity. Hurry, it won’t be knocking for much longer.
Tony
“oh how dearly the world loves a cage.”
-Harold and Maude.
Take these words, liberate canaries,
& yourself in the process.
Let this mind set no longer confine you.
Be free and happy, love the open sky.
Rae
Near the window on the second floor on the other side of the balustrade, you’ll find the cage. It should be covered. A large, guided thing which hangs in the corner and the thing inside will be asleep. If you approach it carefully, with your arms out and shoulders squared, you might not wake it; which is advisable, of course. Regardless of what you see or hear, it is essential that you keep the cage covered at all times. You’re to merely remove the soiled newsprint below and replace it with today’s sports or business section; politics, too, are good for reading. It’s best, too, if you wear the fur-lined gloves beside the banister so that you don’t risk any exposure to the animal’s droppings.
jethro
to trap animals for human enjoyment and at the torment of others do we h=find pleasure. We make fun of how we trapped and caged their power inside a tiny box, that we think we would think we can get out of.
Sanely
Locked in, you feel safe and at the same time insecure, because there’s no one else and nothing to make you feel like you belong. You are trapped inside your own thoughts.
J
It’s something you get caught it when you try to hard and you draw a blank. Every time. Over and over and over and over. Your mind get’s trapped into it because you can’t think of anything else.
ah. I see that I get the same word if I try this again, a second time. This site, is, then, like a cage, trapping me in a loop of pressing the button and getting the same word, “cage,” over and over again. The only solution, it would seem, is to turn the computer off and go to bed.
Almost done. The green bar is moving and turning red.
the cage was brightly adorned with gems and gold. inside it was a lion, curled up like a big kitten. when the door cracked open the lion stirred. Johnson felt the sharp wooden spears with their burnt tips at his back. He fell forward. It was the last thing he ever felt.
No one should be kept in a cage. I feel like im in a cage most of the time. My dad keeps such a short leash on me and just kind of stands back and observes. When I have my own animal I won’t keep it in a cage. Ive spent my whole life in one, I dont want it to feel like I do.
cages often represent closure, and a sense of encasement.
animals are kept in cages, could represent solitude.
star trek locked in a cage christopher pike range chickens eggs bars jail andy griffith wooden bird cage birdcage saloon in tombstone dog crage cagy unpredictable catch confine
mistress minstrel
freed across
time’s limitations
freed within
the lapidary
setting of
all dreams
lost & found:
these were
lasting visions
nearing the longitudes
& latitudes of
capricorned cancer,
tradewinds
trading wings
unfurled
in the upper rooms
of love’s rampant song.
you look for gold
in the estuaries
as you find them,
you pray for
the ends to match
the heart’s wine,
you claim what
sends you round
the moon’s
harvest, the sun’s
drumbeat, the pulse
of fires
that blaze night
when night
blazes best.
Though caged, we move the world in silence; eating rice mixed with sand; creating something into something, that better beyond creating nothing to something; seeing things clearly because of something of this in all these things that which is not unreal, world of warcraft gold.
the animal lived in the cage at the zoo and he felt trap. all of the people visiting the zoo that day jabbed him with a stick and threw there leftover popcorn at the animal, because they thought it looked funny. the animal was very hurt. he was sad that they did this and that they didn’t recognize him. for he was human. these people outside were monsters. he was the animal in the cage at the zoo.
Is that how I feel right now, in a cage? Too many obligations, too many deadlines, too little time, each a bar. Golden cage though, I must admit, for these obligations and deadlines come with the happiness in my life.
Trapped singing as the sun comes over the edge of the garden fence. Should be in the garden, should be welcoming the day among the others that are free. I sing here instead.
I lived in a cage once. Not really. But animals in zoos live in cages. I pity them. Isn’t it sad, observing these wild animals being locked up. Yet they are now there to be saved, because we took over their habitats. Life. Is sad. But happy. A Caged bird can sing.
trapped in this cage, alone in the night i sit on my hands and my feet i do bite while the crickets go creaking and screeching my plight i sing songs to the meadow in lapses of fright and when it’s not right i clink on my cage and shriek to my captors to build me a stage.
cages, wow such a way to hold someone, to paralyze them, disable them from ways of life, cruel, almost violent, sick, mental case! i mean it makes sense for animals, but even then it’s something quite primitive, something unfair, all in all i see the world in a positive manner, but cages don’t bring out anything positive to whomever is in them
Most people like to think of themselves as the type who would break the bars. Who would fight valiantly until the enclosure bent to their will, crumbled beneath their determination and courage. There are a lot of people who could do that, who could free themselves from themselves, who could escape the trap, who could break the bars.
Some have lost this strength of spirit over time. Some have seen too many doors shut and lock.
Some curl up beneath the shadows cast by the bars and cry. Some allow themselves to be contained. Some break.
I was trapped in a cage. With no lights, no scents, no sound. I didn’t know what was really holding me into the dark and desolate space, yet there I was, trapped in it. I couldn’t scream, I needn’t cry. No one was there to hear me. I didn’t touch the confining boundaries.. I didn’t need to, I didn’t want to. I just knew I was in there, trapped. Whether the bars were made of wood, of plastic, of titanium, it didn’t matter. They were there. I felt them, without my sense of touch but my sense of being. I felt them, I was trapped in them, and I know I will never escape them. Nor do I want to. Because I am safe here. I know this prison well. It is inside me.
we are all just animals in this cage called society. why do we even bother to raddled the cages?
she walked slowly around the cage, wondering from where the next blow would come. she knew this was just a game, but the tension was real; her heart was really pumping. she saw the flash in the corner of her eye …
i want a cage for my dog, so we can travel more comfortably, a big cage or a small cage, doesn’t matter, but i do want the cage to be preety and comfortable for rigoberto, thats’s my dog’s name.
A girl peeked out over her arms. Her legs were held firmly to her chest. There was a small amount of bright sunlight trickling through the bars of her cage. Dirty, beaten and broken, she crawled over to where the light shown through. A door. she could see a door in the distance.
My boyfriend and I just got a lab puppy and we bought her an 84 inch cage off of e-bay. we have a bird cage in my living room. i feel like my dorm room is a cage preventing me from seeing the rest of the wworld.
The bird cage is one of my favorite movies of all time. Trapped inside a cage is the way I feel living at home after college, without a real job, with very little money and almost no independence. I’ll get out of here soon enough.
I would hate to be in a cage. There is nothing good about cages. Prisons, metaphors, zoos. Cages only deprive freedom. Have you ever seen a pissed tiger pacing in a cage? Imagine that, but a human, what they could be capable of when free.
Cage fighting. I certainly don’t want to do it, but it’s sexy all the same. The dirt, the sweat, the blood — yep, turns me on.
There was a small cage hidden beneath the old red bench. It was full of spider webs, bugs, dirt and fur, probably left over from the last time an animal was locked into the cage.
Eyes caged in their sockets. “Cage”: from Latin “cavea”. A “kage” is a chantry chapel enclosed with lattice or screen-work. “Kage” is Danish for cake. Hello?
trapped like in a faraday cage, waves beating pointlessly against the invisible barrier. Their relationship was similarly invisible, but equally trapping.
The solid bars were terrifying in their own right and no matter how hard he pushed against them he knew that he wouldn’t get through. As much as the starling in A Sentimental Journey, he was trapped, and he couldn’t get out.
Like a cot. A baby’s cot. Encapsulating them in their cosy domain. More a prison beyond than within.
A minister entered a tiger’s cage / and gave the tiger a pat. / Numerous parties have disparaged /
this possibly illegal act.
Im caged in a box, a clear box, it holds my emotions, i cant break free, the prisonmaster ignores me, I need human relations, im all alone, isolated, with no one to accompany me but myself. not really ^.^
im in a cage i am the reason that the world is silent i let others, like society speak for me and i close my eyes and bite my tongue and hide myself in a cage thats all im good for, the negaitivey of a cage, ITS FREE AND the easiest way out i mean if this is okay with you?
Cages are things that hold us back. We can look at the word literally as a physical cage, or something holding us back. Like hate and prejudice.
Cages are things that hold us back. We can look at the word literally as a physical cage, or something holding us back. Like hate and prejudice.
i’m always in a cage, no matter how wide i can strech my legs. the truth is everything is a cage a prison and everyone is free.
A challenge, nothing more. A challenge for me to earn my freedom. These steel bars and this steel rough is only a test of my physical strength. They call it entrapment, I call it opportunity. Hurry, it won’t be knocking for much longer.
“oh how dearly the world loves a cage.”
-Harold and Maude.
Take these words, liberate canaries,
& yourself in the process.
Let this mind set no longer confine you.
Be free and happy, love the open sky.
Near the window on the second floor on the other side of the balustrade, you’ll find the cage. It should be covered. A large, guided thing which hangs in the corner and the thing inside will be asleep. If you approach it carefully, with your arms out and shoulders squared, you might not wake it; which is advisable, of course. Regardless of what you see or hear, it is essential that you keep the cage covered at all times. You’re to merely remove the soiled newsprint below and replace it with today’s sports or business section; politics, too, are good for reading. It’s best, too, if you wear the fur-lined gloves beside the banister so that you don’t risk any exposure to the animal’s droppings.
to trap animals for human enjoyment and at the torment of others do we h=find pleasure. We make fun of how we trapped and caged their power inside a tiny box, that we think we would think we can get out of.
Locked in, you feel safe and at the same time insecure, because there’s no one else and nothing to make you feel like you belong. You are trapped inside your own thoughts.
It’s something you get caught it when you try to hard and you draw a blank. Every time. Over and over and over and over. Your mind get’s trapped into it because you can’t think of anything else.