There are many ways to think of a cage. I cage can be a physical object used to confine something; an animal, perhaps, or a cage can be more of a metaphor for feeling stunted or otherwise mentally confined.
Stephanie
Well, when I think of the cage, I think of that “cage” that V&A would put me and my best friend in. That was pretty funny, but we don’t have those kinds of jokes anymore. Mostly because everyone has moved on with their life, and no one wants to dwell.
hugarbol
kept. a trap. dont get in.dog. bird. resentment hold. name. bears should be in cages. people been held back. unhuman unnatural.
unconftable
ele
I was living in a cage on my own making! It was a cage of emotion turmoil. I have built up the wall around me so high that I could not see reality any longer.
Meli
The was a bird in the cage. It was stuck. Didn’t want to sing. Didn’t want to pop. Just wanted to sit in it’s cage all day and read the comics on the paper scraps scattered around the bottom. Not so bad a life, really. If you like comics.
Christy
a rat in a cage, I think that’s a song. Sounds confining. not happy. don’t want to go there. worried about the current state of our country, and lessening of freedoms to come. would be like an animal in a cage. zoos are nice, but not for the animals that have to live there. wouldn’t they be happier free??? wouldn’t we all?
chantel
cage? yellow cage, blue cage, green cage? no cage? what is a cage? it’s it a shell for life? or is it just simply a metal restraining object for animals? who knows? maybe.. one day.. cage…
Sarah
I sit in the cage and sigh to myself. I hate being here, I hate being stuck. They watch me like I’m some sort of rat, waiting, waiting. Do they want me to do a trick? I’ll roll over. Sit up. Play dead.
Play dead.
I can play dead easily now I think. I want to play dead. But I don’t want to play. I want out of this cage. This bright walled cage. This cage with the books and the studying and the pain. I hate this cage.
Jessy
That’s a good one, since it’s the name of one of my heroes, John Cage, who also said, “Get out of whatever cage in which you find yourself”.
Of course, cages can be comforting, too, which is part of their danger.
Matthew
me inside my mind alone
Mike
i am in a cage.constricked. unable to be myself. the cage has bars of hate, judgment. i can’t get out. nobody can get in. will somebody eveur find me?
anonymous
the confines of ones body is hardly enough to contain the thoughts of the infinite…no cage for the mind unless we choose to limit our imagination
berserker
Cage. CAge. CAGe.CAGE! DO you know why the caged bird sings? I don’t. I’ve tried to see, to hear, to understand, but why? Why does the caged bird sing?
confused
A bird lives in a cage cannot fly. One day the bird will be free, if only someone opens that cage for him. For now, he is sitting in his cage, wondering who would ever take the time to open it and let him be free. He wants to travel and explore the world around him.
Emily
I’ve never been locked up like this. But I’ll never forget what it’s like. The bars are cold…but I built this cage around my self. I sealed the deal. I’d do anything to take it back. I built the coffin, but would take another man’s life just to not lay in it. I dug my own grave…but God, please save me from being buried. Break my cage.
Chrysten
It’s really cold in here, a cage of blue and red and yellow and white, underneath the sky of color there is a sign, a piece of heaven, a rainbow within that cage of ego.
MJ
as i woke up it looked blurry all around me. i stood up to find the lights but i couldn’t. the i slipped and fell, turns out i fell over a flashlight. i turned it on and i saw a mettle cage locking me in a small room. the light turned on and the man appeared. i was afraid for my life.
Amanda
Cage. I am stuck in a cage. no way to get out. I scream so loud. You don’t hear me. let me out. Please. I want to be free.
reina
You know, sometimes I feel like it’s a cage. I hate the feeling of meeting people, of being around them, of having to keep up appearances and be friendly and fun all the time – it’s a lot of pressure. I don’t like it. I come home drained and when I do I’m lonely.
erin
boxed in
to what you want me to be
expect me to be
something
anything
but I cannot live up
to standards i’ve had no part in making
life does not revolve around me
which is sad
its my life
let me live
oh why
do i feel
so caged…
AnnMarie
ok there’s a lion in a cafge one day a little animal friend sat on the cage waiting for it to respond nothing so the little animal yelled HELLO?! then noticed he was asleep! so he ran away silently saying how he knows the lion will be angry at him wehn he wakes up but instead a hug came,(:
kayla
i saw a poor looking bird in a cage. it had had a lot of beatings and it was looking at me with sad eyes hoping to be noticed by me so i could take him home.
Braedon
The bird flutters its small wings as it hovers around the cage. This is its world. Through the metal bars it seems light, and people pass by as if that is the reason for its existence. It will not know freedom even when it dies.
Annie
There was a cage. It sat in the corner and was covered with a heavy blanket. What one doesn’t know is the past that comes with that cage. It hasn’t always sat collecting dust. It used to be a vital part of the household. People loved to come to this house, and the cage was a conversation starter for all.
Jenn
cage the elephant is an awesome band i adore that they talk about prosititues and the drker side of our world and the things tht people do for money. i think more artists should do this becasue poeple make shitty ass music nower days cuz its all abt beat ot somthing dumb.
jessica
I have this ginormous bird cage and I always imagine what it would be like to be stuck inside. Would I have enough space. What do with the bird cage now I accidentally killed my birds? How can I ever look at the cage the same again?
lanna
Birdcages. What do caged birds dream? Of a freedom they’ve never known? Never seen? Somehow…I think they’re dreams are much sadder. I think they dream of the torment of eternal captivity – they can’t even begin to imagine a world they’ll never experience, even in their dreams.
Sara
office cubicle, walls up on three sides, no daylight nothing but flouresacent bulbs and the glare of a lonely cheap TV lamp….there is a worlds out there there is something out there that thtere is not in here….breaking break on through to the other side….more loud music gets me through the day, little freedom buds in my ears that keep my heart beating
Kathleen
your cage.
its amazing how its my cage too.
let us rattle it together,
maybe they will give us more food to quiet us down.
alls we risk is one moment after another.
sprouts
We all have our cages that we live in. Whether it’s work or school or just paying rent. It’s always there. Bound and gagged inside it. Until we are free ….and alone. In our sunshine ..alone.
Greg
the bird looked longingly out of the confines of the cage. The world beyond looked so much more adventerous than the limited space to which he dwelted. if only he knew the dangers the cat could be.
jennifer
despite of my rage i am still just a rat in a cage,
cati
I’m caged in and there’s noone to get me out. Im trapped inside my own mind and I don’t know where I’m going. There’s things in this cage that I don’t want to face and I can’t escape them. I wish I could get out but my mind has lost the key. I don’t know what to do inside this cage. I feel my body getting trapped.
alyssa
I’m locked up in the cage. It seems very typical for a person to say that. What if I actually had the key all along? I could put my hand in between the bars and unlock it. I would probably hesitate to step out of this cage. It’s a comfort. Only thing I know in the world.
Stephanie
bird cage window tiger zoo love together inside kept empty alone bars dark silver antique kept alone sings the caged bird sings alone inside above kept alone in a little cage above her bed.
amanda poulson
I stare at the dull blue paint that covers my prison walls, numbing blue like Lake Michigan on a January morning. I feel the tears welling up, but they will not fall.
jen
This place is a cage. There is no growth here, no flight; your wings will wither and fall away.
But this place is a garden of roses; it is beautiful, sweet, and warm. You are safe here.
You are protected.
Not even my roses can tame you and clip your wings.
Please, stay a little longer…
Rae
I was caged like an animal. All around they laughed at me, evil sneers twisting their faces. It was time to break free. Slowly they left the room in twos and threes and I saw my moment, like a tiny gap of blue sky in a sea of fog. I hit the bars of the cage repeatedly, concentrating my effort on a particular spot. I had learnt my lessons well from old Kra te Sho back in the old lands. Finally the bar started to dent. My hand was scarlet dyed and slickening the hard cold metal. But still I continued, the pain was only physical and if I could escape mentally escape from the cage would also be possible. And that is how I escaped, in the dark on an August night, into the unknown quarters of the Tokyo Slums.
EmpireOfSun
The dog was in the cage. The trip to the veterinarian’s office was a touch on the scary side, but his owner assured him it was o.k. It was! Soon he was home again.
Rachel
Correct. Correct. I was in the cage when it happened. It wasn’t even bizarre. Or… what I mean is that it was… it FELT normal. I now know that it WAS normal… in the cage.
There are many ways to think of a cage. I cage can be a physical object used to confine something; an animal, perhaps, or a cage can be more of a metaphor for feeling stunted or otherwise mentally confined.
Well, when I think of the cage, I think of that “cage” that V&A would put me and my best friend in. That was pretty funny, but we don’t have those kinds of jokes anymore. Mostly because everyone has moved on with their life, and no one wants to dwell.
kept. a trap. dont get in.dog. bird. resentment hold. name. bears should be in cages. people been held back. unhuman unnatural.
unconftable
I was living in a cage on my own making! It was a cage of emotion turmoil. I have built up the wall around me so high that I could not see reality any longer.
The was a bird in the cage. It was stuck. Didn’t want to sing. Didn’t want to pop. Just wanted to sit in it’s cage all day and read the comics on the paper scraps scattered around the bottom. Not so bad a life, really. If you like comics.
a rat in a cage, I think that’s a song. Sounds confining. not happy. don’t want to go there. worried about the current state of our country, and lessening of freedoms to come. would be like an animal in a cage. zoos are nice, but not for the animals that have to live there. wouldn’t they be happier free??? wouldn’t we all?
cage? yellow cage, blue cage, green cage? no cage? what is a cage? it’s it a shell for life? or is it just simply a metal restraining object for animals? who knows? maybe.. one day.. cage…
I sit in the cage and sigh to myself. I hate being here, I hate being stuck. They watch me like I’m some sort of rat, waiting, waiting. Do they want me to do a trick? I’ll roll over. Sit up. Play dead.
Play dead.
I can play dead easily now I think. I want to play dead. But I don’t want to play. I want out of this cage. This bright walled cage. This cage with the books and the studying and the pain. I hate this cage.
That’s a good one, since it’s the name of one of my heroes, John Cage, who also said, “Get out of whatever cage in which you find yourself”.
Of course, cages can be comforting, too, which is part of their danger.
me inside my mind alone
i am in a cage.constricked. unable to be myself. the cage has bars of hate, judgment. i can’t get out. nobody can get in. will somebody eveur find me?
the confines of ones body is hardly enough to contain the thoughts of the infinite…no cage for the mind unless we choose to limit our imagination
Cage. CAge. CAGe.CAGE! DO you know why the caged bird sings? I don’t. I’ve tried to see, to hear, to understand, but why? Why does the caged bird sing?
A bird lives in a cage cannot fly. One day the bird will be free, if only someone opens that cage for him. For now, he is sitting in his cage, wondering who would ever take the time to open it and let him be free. He wants to travel and explore the world around him.
I’ve never been locked up like this. But I’ll never forget what it’s like. The bars are cold…but I built this cage around my self. I sealed the deal. I’d do anything to take it back. I built the coffin, but would take another man’s life just to not lay in it. I dug my own grave…but God, please save me from being buried. Break my cage.
It’s really cold in here, a cage of blue and red and yellow and white, underneath the sky of color there is a sign, a piece of heaven, a rainbow within that cage of ego.
as i woke up it looked blurry all around me. i stood up to find the lights but i couldn’t. the i slipped and fell, turns out i fell over a flashlight. i turned it on and i saw a mettle cage locking me in a small room. the light turned on and the man appeared. i was afraid for my life.
Cage. I am stuck in a cage. no way to get out. I scream so loud. You don’t hear me. let me out. Please. I want to be free.
You know, sometimes I feel like it’s a cage. I hate the feeling of meeting people, of being around them, of having to keep up appearances and be friendly and fun all the time – it’s a lot of pressure. I don’t like it. I come home drained and when I do I’m lonely.
boxed in
to what you want me to be
expect me to be
something
anything
but I cannot live up
to standards i’ve had no part in making
life does not revolve around me
which is sad
its my life
let me live
oh why
do i feel
so caged…
ok there’s a lion in a cafge one day a little animal friend sat on the cage waiting for it to respond nothing so the little animal yelled HELLO?! then noticed he was asleep! so he ran away silently saying how he knows the lion will be angry at him wehn he wakes up but instead a hug came,(:
i saw a poor looking bird in a cage. it had had a lot of beatings and it was looking at me with sad eyes hoping to be noticed by me so i could take him home.
The bird flutters its small wings as it hovers around the cage. This is its world. Through the metal bars it seems light, and people pass by as if that is the reason for its existence. It will not know freedom even when it dies.
There was a cage. It sat in the corner and was covered with a heavy blanket. What one doesn’t know is the past that comes with that cage. It hasn’t always sat collecting dust. It used to be a vital part of the household. People loved to come to this house, and the cage was a conversation starter for all.
cage the elephant is an awesome band i adore that they talk about prosititues and the drker side of our world and the things tht people do for money. i think more artists should do this becasue poeple make shitty ass music nower days cuz its all abt beat ot somthing dumb.
I have this ginormous bird cage and I always imagine what it would be like to be stuck inside. Would I have enough space. What do with the bird cage now I accidentally killed my birds? How can I ever look at the cage the same again?
Birdcages. What do caged birds dream? Of a freedom they’ve never known? Never seen? Somehow…I think they’re dreams are much sadder. I think they dream of the torment of eternal captivity – they can’t even begin to imagine a world they’ll never experience, even in their dreams.
office cubicle, walls up on three sides, no daylight nothing but flouresacent bulbs and the glare of a lonely cheap TV lamp….there is a worlds out there there is something out there that thtere is not in here….breaking break on through to the other side….more loud music gets me through the day, little freedom buds in my ears that keep my heart beating
your cage.
its amazing how its my cage too.
let us rattle it together,
maybe they will give us more food to quiet us down.
alls we risk is one moment after another.
We all have our cages that we live in. Whether it’s work or school or just paying rent. It’s always there. Bound and gagged inside it. Until we are free ….and alone. In our sunshine ..alone.
the bird looked longingly out of the confines of the cage. The world beyond looked so much more adventerous than the limited space to which he dwelted. if only he knew the dangers the cat could be.
despite of my rage i am still just a rat in a cage,
I’m caged in and there’s noone to get me out. Im trapped inside my own mind and I don’t know where I’m going. There’s things in this cage that I don’t want to face and I can’t escape them. I wish I could get out but my mind has lost the key. I don’t know what to do inside this cage. I feel my body getting trapped.
I’m locked up in the cage. It seems very typical for a person to say that. What if I actually had the key all along? I could put my hand in between the bars and unlock it. I would probably hesitate to step out of this cage. It’s a comfort. Only thing I know in the world.
bird cage window tiger zoo love together inside kept empty alone bars dark silver antique kept alone sings the caged bird sings alone inside above kept alone in a little cage above her bed.
I stare at the dull blue paint that covers my prison walls, numbing blue like Lake Michigan on a January morning. I feel the tears welling up, but they will not fall.
This place is a cage. There is no growth here, no flight; your wings will wither and fall away.
But this place is a garden of roses; it is beautiful, sweet, and warm. You are safe here.
You are protected.
Not even my roses can tame you and clip your wings.
Please, stay a little longer…
I was caged like an animal. All around they laughed at me, evil sneers twisting their faces. It was time to break free. Slowly they left the room in twos and threes and I saw my moment, like a tiny gap of blue sky in a sea of fog. I hit the bars of the cage repeatedly, concentrating my effort on a particular spot. I had learnt my lessons well from old Kra te Sho back in the old lands. Finally the bar started to dent. My hand was scarlet dyed and slickening the hard cold metal. But still I continued, the pain was only physical and if I could escape mentally escape from the cage would also be possible. And that is how I escaped, in the dark on an August night, into the unknown quarters of the Tokyo Slums.
The dog was in the cage. The trip to the veterinarian’s office was a touch on the scary side, but his owner assured him it was o.k. It was! Soon he was home again.
Correct. Correct. I was in the cage when it happened. It wasn’t even bizarre. Or… what I mean is that it was… it FELT normal. I now know that it WAS normal… in the cage.