cages holding down supressing captive you can’t get out why are you here what have you done to get here. do you want to leave. do you enjoy this fortress? how long have you been there? help! let me out! oh yes i have the key right here.
Stuart
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lindsay
trapped in a cage lonely as can be cold, sad and wet
and our whole lives we see how people wan us to see and think how people want us to think. but then one day we meet someone or learn something and our world turns upside down
When she came too, it took her a couple of seconds to figure out where she was. When she noticed the metal cages, her adrenaline shot. What was going on. She noticed a bare light swinging in the distance and she scrambled to the closest bars and peered out.
There was other cages set about around her. She could see other bodies in the cages.but none were moving. She tried not to worry. Maybe like her, they’d all been knocked out. She doesn’t remember though how it happened and she was pretty blurry on a lot of things right now. So maybe they hadn’t just been physically knocked out.
That’s when she noticed, there was no personal belongings with her. No phone, keys or even her jewellery.
Cages. Sind das nicht Käfige? Käfige mit unbiegbaren und unzerbrechlichen Eisenstäben. Eisen, Titan. Die Mitgefangenen klopfen an die Stäbe, sie klopfen sich die Finger wund. Alles nur, damit ich nicht schlafen kann, damit ich wach bleibe, ich kann nicht mehr. Ich kann mich nicht entscheiden. Ich will schlafen. Das ist schon entschieden. Ich will einschlafen und nie wieder aufwachen. Das ist mein Schicksal.
A restriction, a boundary. Cages do not have to be literal, people can be caged figuratively, whether it be self-inflicted or forced from another person. When one’s heart is caged, it takes strong effort from a wanting person to unlock it. And when it does, the heart is re-caged eventually, whether it be now merged with the other heart, or once again alone, this time, with stronger security protecting it, in fear of what could become of the next time it is unlocked.
Claire
I stared at the animals in front of me. Locked with nowhere to go. They were stuck, stuck in a metal cage. I had to save them. But could I? Could a girl with nothing save everything she stood for?
ENC
My dog does not like cages. She wags her tail so much when she sees that I am going to release her, that she hits her tail on the inside of it and breaks the skin. Blood splats everywhere. We have put her tail in a bottle to keep her from licking the wounds.
i could almost see it,
going out of your lungs,
into the night air.
some day you will thank me
for this.
“goodbye,” you echoed my words
to me, your heart on the other side
of the world, while mine was on a cliff,
embracing the forest it will soon
jump into.
some day,
far away from here,
i hope you think of me with fondness,
and not with harsh breaths
you now are taking,
as i had put you in a cell
where oxygen can barely go in.
sam
He stood, petrified at the sight before him. Hundreds upon hundreds of rusted, broken cages hung form the dripping ceiling. Never before had his nose been filled with such a stench. His skin crawled and his head spin at the vertigo that assaulted his senses.
David Winter
We all live in cages od our mind. We must awaken and break free of them. that is the only way we shall live. If that is what you want.
She rattled the bars. “Hello?”
Nothing. She squinted into the distance. She could outlines of distant object in the blurry light and the sleepiness of her eyes. It looked like…
It was only after she was fully awake that she realized how far she was suspended off the ground.
birds, animals. they will sit and wonder for oh so long. they will have a certain sense of unknown, they will be happy there, in spite of this unforgivable sense of there is more. how come we all live in these cages every day – will we be happy even though there is this sense of there could be more?
Theresa
birds, animals. they will sit and wonder for oh so long. they will have a certain sense of unknown, they will be happy there even though this unforgivable sense of there is more. how come we all live in these cages every day – will we be happy even though there is this sense of there could be more?
Theresa
birds, animals. they will sit and wonder for oh so long. they will have a certain sense of unknown, they will be happy there even though this unforgivable sense of there is more. how come we all live in these cages every day.
Theresa
If souls are real
and bodies are mere CAGES,
I thank geist sages
Rebels with a cause
one just and better for all
thinkers and fighters
Those that knew or saw
suffering and treatments wrong
and became yet strong
opposing vile throngs
of brutish majorities
and fears of oppressed
Thank you to brave men
that died free but born as slaves
Not in vain you’re dead
from out derison,
torment of retarded hate,
took manumission
modern Africans
if you lift slavery’s flame,
it’s your greatest shame!
Happy BHM!
! Haiku-maN ! encore
If souls are real
and bodies are mere CAGES,
I thank geist sages
Rebels with a cause
one just and better for all
thinkers and fighters
Those that knew or saw
suffering and treatments wrong
and became yet strong
opposing vile throngs
of brutish majorities
and fears of oppressed
Thank you to brave men
that died free but born as slaves
Not in vain you’re dead
from out derison,
torment of retarded hate,
took manumission
modern Africans
if you lift slavery’s flame
it’s your greatest shame
Happy BHM!
! Haiku-maN ! encore
Trapped in a cage, I can’t see. Where am I? There’s many cages around me; I can hear the prisoners, clapping the bars and screaming for freedom. The smell is heavy with bodies and caramel. I can’t see, but I know I am in hell.
Jessica Williams
The cages were like the ribs around each and everyone of us. We sat there trapped, muscles moving in an entrapment of bones. We were the hearts, we were what kept them alive.
Emma
cages
Rahul Radhakrishnan
The birds in the pet store lived in cages that never grew larger after the people who cooed over them left. To distract themselves, the potential bird owners had work and home and beaches and ski slopes and holidays in tropical places the birds had originated from, but would never see again.
Er ist weg. Aus er geht zu trinken und fahren.
Er kommt abends nach Hause.
Das letzte Mal verlieS sie ein Haus,
Es war ihr Haus vor langer Zeit.
Sie hat dieses Haus nie verlassen,
Es ist nicht ihr Haus und sie darf es nicht.
Sein Haus ist ihr Käfig, kein Zuhause.
Wenn er nicht nach Hause zurückkehrt,
Wie sie träumt, dass er jedes Mal wracken,
Vielleicht konnte sie endlich ihre Hölle verlassen.
Der Überschreiber
He is gone. He goes to drink and drive.
He comes home in the evening.
The last time she left a house,
it was her house a long time ago.
She has never left this house,
it is not her house and she is not allowed to.
His house is her cage, not a home.
If he does not return home,
as she dreams that he will wreck each time,
perhaps she could finally leave her hell.
Saggio
The cages were stacked up on top of each other. Each cage was filled with dogs, some with collars identifying them as someone’s pet, and the animal being acquainted with humans had probably run up to its abductor, wagging its take. Some were street dogs, that no one had wanted. They were all packed, head to tail, waiting to be loaded on to the trucks and being taken to restaurants.
Just as the trucks were about to leave the compound, a crowd of people ran up, brandishing hoes, shovels, machetes, brooms, whatever they could get their hands on. The truck drivers fled and the crowd unloaded the cages, children searching for their pets, and farmers searching for their loyal guard dogs.
We make our own cages, and sit inside them, staring through the bars at the outside world. We tell ourselves we are free, we can leave any time. We tell ourselves we can change, if we want to, and pretend that sitting inside the locked room is a choice. But ultimately the door slams shut, the key locks, and before you know it, you’re stuck inside, both prisoner and jailer.
SMB
longing and cages:
LONGING for release
from bitterness and anguish
daily besieging
CAGES of the Fates
trap me with spotty wi-fi
and fools that I hate
but now could be worse
I would be in true, full rage
if in old slave days.
! Haiku-man !
They were both in cages. She was imprisoned by her father’s last wish, and he by a harsh and unforgiving law.
Burned by rivers beyond repair
Fallen heroes swung with remorse
Feathers cut from diamonds cold
Hands blue by air lost
Head heavy with regret
Arms bound by sorrows
Locked in heaven
Locked in hell
Bound by sorrows
beyond regret
“My heart is in a cage, and only you can open it” said Alice to her partner Jack, who had been drawing cages all his life.
Chloe
They say, let’s build a wall to keep every one out…but in the end…is it there to keep us in?
Sister Golden Hair
I claw at the edges of this human’s brain- this girl has me trapped and cannot let me out. The keys are her words, and speechless, I am caged.
I am a loud, screaming thought, in her mind- I need freedom, I need to be said, I must be heard.
I am an idea, and this human is my cage.
Twig
An example of language shortening and changing.
How long did it take?
It took ages
How long did it take?
took ages
How long did it take?
tk ages
How long did it take?
tkages
How long did it take?
Kages
Did you say cages?
Steve O
When we went to adopt our first dog, they were all in cages, panting from the heat. They barked from their prone position on the floor, only their jaws moving, their pink tongues flopping out of their mouths as they lazily turned their heads to watch us strangers mince through the door and nervously look around, unnerved by their sheer canine-ness.
They locked us up in tiny cages, and they fed us black gruel from grody spoons. We couldn’t feel the warmth or see the light from outside, and so we shriveled up into husks of our former selves.I felt my own brain threatening to slide out of my rotting skull. I let my bony fingers slip through the rusted bars, and instantly I felt the urge to scream like a wounded animal.
Belinda Roddie
Trapped in a cage, feeling the cool steel bars slightly slippery with morning dew. Every morning is like this. The sun peaks over the horizon and wakes me with the striped shadows cast across my face and my new home.The beam between the bars burns against my eyes, making me crease my face and turn my back to the sunrise. The light feels good on my back, it seems I feel better when I turn away from the hope of the new day
cages holding down supressing captive you can’t get out why are you here what have you done to get here. do you want to leave. do you enjoy this fortress? how long have you been there? help! let me out! oh yes i have the key right here.
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trapped in a cage lonely as can be cold, sad and wet
zoo
zoos
animals
animal
cage
cages
bird
birds
monkey
monkeys
gorilla
gorillas
cat
cats
dog
zoo
animal
animals
zoos
giraffe
giraffes
chicken
chickens
monkey
monkeys
bird
birds
and our whole lives we see how people wan us to see and think how people want us to think. but then one day we meet someone or learn something and our world turns upside down
When she came too, it took her a couple of seconds to figure out where she was. When she noticed the metal cages, her adrenaline shot. What was going on. She noticed a bare light swinging in the distance and she scrambled to the closest bars and peered out.
There was other cages set about around her. She could see other bodies in the cages.but none were moving. She tried not to worry. Maybe like her, they’d all been knocked out. She doesn’t remember though how it happened and she was pretty blurry on a lot of things right now. So maybe they hadn’t just been physically knocked out.
That’s when she noticed, there was no personal belongings with her. No phone, keys or even her jewellery.
Cages. Sind das nicht Käfige? Käfige mit unbiegbaren und unzerbrechlichen Eisenstäben. Eisen, Titan. Die Mitgefangenen klopfen an die Stäbe, sie klopfen sich die Finger wund. Alles nur, damit ich nicht schlafen kann, damit ich wach bleibe, ich kann nicht mehr. Ich kann mich nicht entscheiden. Ich will schlafen. Das ist schon entschieden. Ich will einschlafen und nie wieder aufwachen. Das ist mein Schicksal.
A restriction, a boundary. Cages do not have to be literal, people can be caged figuratively, whether it be self-inflicted or forced from another person. When one’s heart is caged, it takes strong effort from a wanting person to unlock it. And when it does, the heart is re-caged eventually, whether it be now merged with the other heart, or once again alone, this time, with stronger security protecting it, in fear of what could become of the next time it is unlocked.
I stared at the animals in front of me. Locked with nowhere to go. They were stuck, stuck in a metal cage. I had to save them. But could I? Could a girl with nothing save everything she stood for?
My dog does not like cages. She wags her tail so much when she sees that I am going to release her, that she hits her tail on the inside of it and breaks the skin. Blood splats everywhere. We have put her tail in a bottle to keep her from licking the wounds.
i could almost see it,
going out of your lungs,
into the night air.
some day you will thank me
for this.
“goodbye,” you echoed my words
to me, your heart on the other side
of the world, while mine was on a cliff,
embracing the forest it will soon
jump into.
some day,
far away from here,
i hope you think of me with fondness,
and not with harsh breaths
you now are taking,
as i had put you in a cell
where oxygen can barely go in.
He stood, petrified at the sight before him. Hundreds upon hundreds of rusted, broken cages hung form the dripping ceiling. Never before had his nose been filled with such a stench. His skin crawled and his head spin at the vertigo that assaulted his senses.
We all live in cages od our mind. We must awaken and break free of them. that is the only way we shall live. If that is what you want.
She rattled the bars. “Hello?”
Nothing. She squinted into the distance. She could outlines of distant object in the blurry light and the sleepiness of her eyes. It looked like…
It was only after she was fully awake that she realized how far she was suspended off the ground.
birds, animals. they will sit and wonder for oh so long. they will have a certain sense of unknown, they will be happy there, in spite of this unforgivable sense of there is more. how come we all live in these cages every day – will we be happy even though there is this sense of there could be more?
birds, animals. they will sit and wonder for oh so long. they will have a certain sense of unknown, they will be happy there even though this unforgivable sense of there is more. how come we all live in these cages every day – will we be happy even though there is this sense of there could be more?
birds, animals. they will sit and wonder for oh so long. they will have a certain sense of unknown, they will be happy there even though this unforgivable sense of there is more. how come we all live in these cages every day.
If souls are real
and bodies are mere CAGES,
I thank geist sages
Rebels with a cause
one just and better for all
thinkers and fighters
Those that knew or saw
suffering and treatments wrong
and became yet strong
opposing vile throngs
of brutish majorities
and fears of oppressed
Thank you to brave men
that died free but born as slaves
Not in vain you’re dead
from out derison,
torment of retarded hate,
took manumission
modern Africans
if you lift slavery’s flame,
it’s your greatest shame!
Happy BHM!
If souls are real
and bodies are mere CAGES,
I thank geist sages
Rebels with a cause
one just and better for all
thinkers and fighters
Those that knew or saw
suffering and treatments wrong
and became yet strong
opposing vile throngs
of brutish majorities
and fears of oppressed
Thank you to brave men
that died free but born as slaves
Not in vain you’re dead
from out derison,
torment of retarded hate,
took manumission
modern Africans
if you lift slavery’s flame
it’s your greatest shame
Happy BHM!
Trapped in a cage, I can’t see. Where am I? There’s many cages around me; I can hear the prisoners, clapping the bars and screaming for freedom. The smell is heavy with bodies and caramel. I can’t see, but I know I am in hell.
The cages were like the ribs around each and everyone of us. We sat there trapped, muscles moving in an entrapment of bones. We were the hearts, we were what kept them alive.
cages
The birds in the pet store lived in cages that never grew larger after the people who cooed over them left. To distract themselves, the potential bird owners had work and home and beaches and ski slopes and holidays in tropical places the birds had originated from, but would never see again.
Er ist weg. Aus er geht zu trinken und fahren.
Er kommt abends nach Hause.
Das letzte Mal verlieS sie ein Haus,
Es war ihr Haus vor langer Zeit.
Sie hat dieses Haus nie verlassen,
Es ist nicht ihr Haus und sie darf es nicht.
Sein Haus ist ihr Käfig, kein Zuhause.
Wenn er nicht nach Hause zurückkehrt,
Wie sie träumt, dass er jedes Mal wracken,
Vielleicht konnte sie endlich ihre Hölle verlassen.
He is gone. He goes to drink and drive.
He comes home in the evening.
The last time she left a house,
it was her house a long time ago.
She has never left this house,
it is not her house and she is not allowed to.
His house is her cage, not a home.
If he does not return home,
as she dreams that he will wreck each time,
perhaps she could finally leave her hell.
The cages were stacked up on top of each other. Each cage was filled with dogs, some with collars identifying them as someone’s pet, and the animal being acquainted with humans had probably run up to its abductor, wagging its take. Some were street dogs, that no one had wanted. They were all packed, head to tail, waiting to be loaded on to the trucks and being taken to restaurants.
Just as the trucks were about to leave the compound, a crowd of people ran up, brandishing hoes, shovels, machetes, brooms, whatever they could get their hands on. The truck drivers fled and the crowd unloaded the cages, children searching for their pets, and farmers searching for their loyal guard dogs.
We make our own cages, and sit inside them, staring through the bars at the outside world. We tell ourselves we are free, we can leave any time. We tell ourselves we can change, if we want to, and pretend that sitting inside the locked room is a choice. But ultimately the door slams shut, the key locks, and before you know it, you’re stuck inside, both prisoner and jailer.
longing and cages:
LONGING for release
from bitterness and anguish
daily besieging
CAGES of the Fates
trap me with spotty wi-fi
and fools that I hate
but now could be worse
I would be in true, full rage
if in old slave days.
They were both in cages. She was imprisoned by her father’s last wish, and he by a harsh and unforgiving law.
He was trapped in a cage of his own making. He longed to escape it, but couldn’t see how.
voices hushed, hands cuffed, eyes closed. we are not allowed to say anything they don’t like. those people disappear.
Locked in heaven
Locked in hell
Burned by rivers beyond repair
Fallen heroes swung with remorse
Feathers cut from diamonds cold
Hands blue by air lost
Head heavy with regret
Arms bound by sorrows
Locked in heaven
Locked in hell
Bound by sorrows
beyond regret
Locked in heaven
Locked in hell
“My heart is in a cage, and only you can open it” said Alice to her partner Jack, who had been drawing cages all his life.
They say, let’s build a wall to keep every one out…but in the end…is it there to keep us in?
I claw at the edges of this human’s brain- this girl has me trapped and cannot let me out. The keys are her words, and speechless, I am caged.
I am a loud, screaming thought, in her mind- I need freedom, I need to be said, I must be heard.
I am an idea, and this human is my cage.
An example of language shortening and changing.
How long did it take?
It took ages
How long did it take?
took ages
How long did it take?
tk ages
How long did it take?
tkages
How long did it take?
Kages
Did you say cages?
When we went to adopt our first dog, they were all in cages, panting from the heat. They barked from their prone position on the floor, only their jaws moving, their pink tongues flopping out of their mouths as they lazily turned their heads to watch us strangers mince through the door and nervously look around, unnerved by their sheer canine-ness.
They locked us up in tiny cages, and they fed us black gruel from grody spoons. We couldn’t feel the warmth or see the light from outside, and so we shriveled up into husks of our former selves.I felt my own brain threatening to slide out of my rotting skull. I let my bony fingers slip through the rusted bars, and instantly I felt the urge to scream like a wounded animal.
Trapped in a cage, feeling the cool steel bars slightly slippery with morning dew. Every morning is like this. The sun peaks over the horizon and wakes me with the striped shadows cast across my face and my new home.The beam between the bars burns against my eyes, making me crease my face and turn my back to the sunrise. The light feels good on my back, it seems I feel better when I turn away from the hope of the new day