the belief in more than one god, and we sit in the coffeehouse debating Plato’s cave and the context of humanity (that he should be less mortal than us, for his name has endured longer than ours — and that this, also, is a poor way to measure a man incapable of introducing himself)
my favorite question for you: why were you born premature?
and here i am presupposing that we choose when we are born, and here you overlook this fallacy, and recite me your favorite answer, ‘i am still deciding why.’
we sip.
It was dark and chilly but at least it was relatively dry, hidden away from the relentless pounding of the rain that had driven us inside in the first place. “We’ll be safe in here,” I assured her, letting my soggy pack drop to the cave floor. “At least for tonight,”
the belief in more than one god, and we sit in the coffeehouse debating Plato’s cave and the context of humanity (that he should be less mortal than us, for his name has endured longer than ours — and that this, also, is a poor way to measure a man incapable of introducing himself)
my favorite question for you: why were you born premature?
and here i am presupposing that we choose when we are born, and here you overlook this fallacy, and recite me your favorite answer, ‘i am still deciding why.’
Somewhere to hide. Somewhere to adore the darkness that seeps into your skin like moisturizer. Somewhere to cry as loudly as you want without the constant feeling someone will actually here.
Molly
She eyed the cave, shifting her weight on the damp soil drowning outside it. Pneumonia or a completely unknown and possibly occupied cave. What was it going to be?
Why do we stay confined in caves we build around our fears, never stepping out into the sunlight in worry of getting burned.
Nothing grows in a cave. There’s just a hollowness filled with echoes of the past. The depths go deeper, getting darker-lonlier, more shut out from the outside world. The first new sight of the sun and the first new feel of the warmth can be scary, embrace it, it feels much better when you understand.
Step out, let yourself blossom.
sophina
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this cave its too dark … i hear my breath echo.. its loud… my hearts beats enough to power the whole cities electricity ..im scared god….
The man who came to my office today, began to mumble about some cave that he lived in for such a long time. He looked around and began to shiver stating that my office reminded him of his favorite cave. The cave which transformed him into a man.
Leyla
HElP me its tooo cold ……. im scared …all i hear is drips of water and swish movements.. im too afraid i love you life dont leave me now…. why did i become a miner i could have become an economist.
HElP me its tooo cold ……. im scared …all i hear is drips of water and swish movements.. im too afraid i love you life dont leave me now…. why did i become a miner i could have become an economist.
the cave is dark and scary ….i feel cold my legs tremble in fear ,, my brain swishing and swooshing in anxiety. I feel water it just dripped on my head… im getting sick..please someone hold my hand tight and dont let go.. im terrified! GET ME OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
stephanie
How am I supposed to write about a cave?
I’ve never lived in one?
The last caves I was in were in Tortola. Love them. Loved the beach afterward better.
She thought one day he’d give in. All his grandstanding and hoopla and shaking of fists was just an act. It was thin as a sheet of ice and she just knew that if she waited long enough and took just enough steps out onto the ice, he would cave like so many men before him. When she listened carefully, she could hear the faintest crack.
Danielle La Paglia
It’s not cantaloupe.
It’s cheese.
From a cave.
Cured by time and mites.
I just realized that you can’t have the word mites without time.
Ash
It has been a long and lonely, but productive time in this cave. A time to reflect on all that I have been taught and expected to believe. A time that has allowed me to examine my beliefs in a rational way.
Christy dropped the glass that she was just handed by her next door neighbor. the cutie she had been crushing on for a while now. her eyes went wide, and a that moment she saw her sister sitting inside a dark, strange cave. she was scared and she didn’t look any older than the moment she was taken ten years Ago. was that possible? maybe. after all Christy always has psychic visions and no one ever believed in that stuff.
Christy dropped the glass that she was just handed by her next door neighbor. the cutie she had been crushing on for a while now. her eyes went wide, and a that moment she saw her sister sitting inside a dark, strange cage. she was scared and she didn’t look any older than the moment she was taken ten years Ago. was that possible? maybe. after all Christy always has psychic visions and no one ever believed in that stuff.
The walls were disjointed, cracks ran down the sides and a murky, warm red liquid streamed, dripping unto the floor. No one went there.
In fact, no one could.
Her heart was a cave, a place that used to be a haven of warmth and salvation. But now it was simply a wreck of a place it used to be.
dramarie
i was in a cave and it was really dark and i was cold. i heard a noise erupting in the depths and tried to run. i was too slow. a dragon was gaining on me and it breathed fire all over my body. i felt my flesh burning and the smell filled my nostrils. i was screaming in pain but i would not die
i was in a cave and it was really dark and i heard something coming from the back of it. all of a sudden a huge dragon came and stated breathing fire everywhere. i was engulfed in flames and my burning flesh filled my nostrils. i screamed in pain but i would not die.
jackie gallo
empty in the valley of your heart. my dad hates mumford. who could hate mumford? I don’t know. It just makes me wonder. Sometimes those little tiny things just blow your mind way out of its space and you think “well if he hates that, whats to stop him from hating other things?” and what are other things? what makes one person hate bananas or tomatoes unless they’re chopped or sun dried or something? We all have the same taste buds. Right?
Home. It may be dark and dank. I may hate it sometimes. Occasionally, the only thing I could possibly want in this world is to be rid of it – to leave it all behind me. But, despite all that, this is where I am. This cave is my home.
Lena
Sometimes I want to crawl into a cozy, dark cave. It is usually when one child is whining annoyingly and the other is running in circles screeching like a hyena. This is when I just want to sit in a quiet, secret, place where no one will find me. I also feel this way when I stick my size 8 foot in my mouth or when I am absolutely mortified by something I did.
I plunged into the depths, unsure of the darkness, fear the only thing I knew. With both hands probing the void in front of me, I stumbled along, not sure of my path, not sure of an exit.
Sometimes I want to crawl into a cave. It is usually when one kid is whining and the other is running around in circles screaming like a screeching hyena. This is when I wish for a cozy, dark, secret cave where nobody could find me. I also feel this way when I stick my foot in my mouth or do something that is absolutely mortifying to myself.
HB
if i lived in a cave it would be something spectacular. Not in the sense that one would think. i say it would be spectacular because for the first time i would be alone and free.
Thnadi
“Can we go live in the cave now?” I ask, wiping my eyes. That line has been a long-running joke between me and my group of friends. It’s our way of saying “People suck. Let’s avoid them for life.” My friends start joking about how we’ll furnish our rocky home away from civilization, and the crying stops.
There are hundreds of small caves in Higashimatsuyama which date back centuries, and then the long, more recent ones built during the war to house munitions factories that could not be seen from the sky.
tonykeyesjapan
is brown. Bats fly our, I run out. There are gloomy mists, yellow eyes within. I can’t breathe in there but I could hear. Water splashing, flowing banging against the walls of the cave.
Amanda
I already wrote for cave. But it was before I had an account. It was all based off the excitement I had from falling upon this site. This is soo cool.
I’m sitting alone in this black hole. Empty, cold, scared. The wind whispers in my ear, to send me support, but its arms feels cold. I am empty. I am small. I am i
Ashley
“Do you know what Plato’s Allegory of the Cave is?”
“No, tell me.”
“It’s a metaphor. Prisoners are kept deep in a cave, chained down, facing a wall. Behind them there are puppets, and behind the puppets there is a fire. The prisoners cannot turn their heads to see themselves or the others, only straight forward at the shadows of the prisoners and of the puppets. If a prisoner can break free, he can leave to see the outside world. He will see that everything he knew before was a lie, and it will be hard for him to accept it at first. But he will keep learning with the new perspective that the daylight has given him, and possibly find true beauty and happiness with enlightenment. But he may feel sorry for those he left behind, and return to the cave, where he will know that his life before escaping was a lie that his comrades are still living. They will frown upon him for his knowledge of the outside world, and think he’s crazy. The ultimate question behind all of this is whether or not ignorance really is bliss. So…
“Let me guess, once I decide there’s no going back?”
“Bingo. So do you want to come with us?”
In the darkness we wrote our heart’s wish. No one would ever be able to see it, and so they would always be secret. We had been doing this for sixteen years, he and i. If we had ever bothered to bring light down there we would see thirty two different messages, starting in child’s scrawl and growing into proper writing. The words I wrote were, “I love you” . The words he wrote were “I’ll love you forever”. But I didn’t learn that till much later.
mariah
The cave in Platos philosophy. Being stuck in a cave not knowing about the world. About reality and life. Boars and caves. Idk where this association came from but boars living in a cave and yeah
firdous
My people were born from mugwort garlic and a she-bear that ate these two things and these two things only in utter darkness away from the sun for too many days until she became a woman who shed the skin of a bear and emerged from the rock void feeling clear glow light on her almond center skin and wept for the first time out of equally jet eyes.
I could say a cave is where I am at home, right now. This moment in time, this falling, this act of being on the wrong side of good. It is strange, but truth be told, always there is good. Always there is an end to the “bad”. It is merely an intro to the “good”, and always it morphs into one another.
A billion years ago before shaving is an obligation and sewing is a thing that happens, men and women sit in caves and draw on the walls in berry juice and blood, and wonder of the future; for all that their lives have yielded seems so insignificant.
It’s not going to happen. It’s not going to because you’re not going to let it. Over the months you have become stronger and wiser—you will not let the walls cave in on you now after you have spent time rebuilding them. Be happy with what you have done without others—be happy with the person you are growing into because you have let go of toxic relationships.
the belief in more than one god, and we sit in the coffeehouse debating Plato’s cave and the context of humanity (that he should be less mortal than us, for his name has endured longer than ours — and that this, also, is a poor way to measure a man incapable of introducing himself)
my favorite question for you: why were you born premature?
and here i am presupposing that we choose when we are born, and here you overlook this fallacy, and recite me your favorite answer, ‘i am still deciding why.’
we sip.
It was dark and chilly but at least it was relatively dry, hidden away from the relentless pounding of the rain that had driven us inside in the first place. “We’ll be safe in here,” I assured her, letting my soggy pack drop to the cave floor. “At least for tonight,”
the belief in more than one god, and we sit in the coffeehouse debating Plato’s cave and the context of humanity (that he should be less mortal than us, for his name has endured longer than ours — and that this, also, is a poor way to measure a man incapable of introducing himself)
my favorite question for you: why were you born premature?
and here i am presupposing that we choose when we are born, and here you overlook this fallacy, and recite me your favorite answer, ‘i am still deciding why.’
Somewhere to hide. Somewhere to adore the darkness that seeps into your skin like moisturizer. Somewhere to cry as loudly as you want without the constant feeling someone will actually here.
She eyed the cave, shifting her weight on the damp soil drowning outside it. Pneumonia or a completely unknown and possibly occupied cave. What was it going to be?
Why do we stay confined in caves we build around our fears, never stepping out into the sunlight in worry of getting burned.
Nothing grows in a cave. There’s just a hollowness filled with echoes of the past. The depths go deeper, getting darker-lonlier, more shut out from the outside world. The first new sight of the sun and the first new feel of the warmth can be scary, embrace it, it feels much better when you understand.
Step out, let yourself blossom.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this cave its too dark … i hear my breath echo.. its loud… my hearts beats enough to power the whole cities electricity ..im scared god….
The man who came to my office today, began to mumble about some cave that he lived in for such a long time. He looked around and began to shiver stating that my office reminded him of his favorite cave. The cave which transformed him into a man.
HElP me its tooo cold ……. im scared …all i hear is drips of water and swish movements.. im too afraid i love you life dont leave me now…. why did i become a miner i could have become an economist.
HElP me its tooo cold ……. im scared …all i hear is drips of water and swish movements.. im too afraid i love you life dont leave me now…. why did i become a miner i could have become an economist.
its cold in here …my legs tremble of fffearrr …….help me god if your out there i cry in despair its darkk reaa
the cave is dark and scary ….i feel cold my legs tremble in fear ,, my brain swishing and swooshing in anxiety. I feel water it just dripped on my head… im getting sick..please someone hold my hand tight and dont let go.. im terrified! GET ME OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How am I supposed to write about a cave?
I’ve never lived in one?
The last caves I was in were in Tortola. Love them. Loved the beach afterward better.
She thought one day he’d give in. All his grandstanding and hoopla and shaking of fists was just an act. It was thin as a sheet of ice and she just knew that if she waited long enough and took just enough steps out onto the ice, he would cave like so many men before him. When she listened carefully, she could hear the faintest crack.
It’s not cantaloupe.
It’s cheese.
From a cave.
Cured by time and mites.
I just realized that you can’t have the word mites without time.
It has been a long and lonely, but productive time in this cave. A time to reflect on all that I have been taught and expected to believe. A time that has allowed me to examine my beliefs in a rational way.
Christy dropped the glass that she was just handed by her next door neighbor. the cutie she had been crushing on for a while now. her eyes went wide, and a that moment she saw her sister sitting inside a dark, strange cave. she was scared and she didn’t look any older than the moment she was taken ten years Ago. was that possible? maybe. after all Christy always has psychic visions and no one ever believed in that stuff.
Christy dropped the glass that she was just handed by her next door neighbor. the cutie she had been crushing on for a while now. her eyes went wide, and a that moment she saw her sister sitting inside a dark, strange cage. she was scared and she didn’t look any older than the moment she was taken ten years Ago. was that possible? maybe. after all Christy always has psychic visions and no one ever believed in that stuff.
The walls were disjointed, cracks ran down the sides and a murky, warm red liquid streamed, dripping unto the floor. No one went there.
In fact, no one could.
Her heart was a cave, a place that used to be a haven of warmth and salvation. But now it was simply a wreck of a place it used to be.
i was in a cave and it was really dark and i was cold. i heard a noise erupting in the depths and tried to run. i was too slow. a dragon was gaining on me and it breathed fire all over my body. i felt my flesh burning and the smell filled my nostrils. i was screaming in pain but i would not die
Auden hid in the cave, hoping that the rain would stop soon so that he can go home. He thought about how he wished he lived anywhere but Wales.
i was in a cave and it was really dark and i heard something coming from the back of it. all of a sudden a huge dragon came and stated breathing fire everywhere. i was engulfed in flames and my burning flesh filled my nostrils. i screamed in pain but i would not die.
empty in the valley of your heart. my dad hates mumford. who could hate mumford? I don’t know. It just makes me wonder. Sometimes those little tiny things just blow your mind way out of its space and you think “well if he hates that, whats to stop him from hating other things?” and what are other things? what makes one person hate bananas or tomatoes unless they’re chopped or sun dried or something? We all have the same taste buds. Right?
Home. It may be dark and dank. I may hate it sometimes. Occasionally, the only thing I could possibly want in this world is to be rid of it – to leave it all behind me. But, despite all that, this is where I am. This cave is my home.
Sometimes I want to crawl into a cozy, dark cave. It is usually when one child is whining annoyingly and the other is running in circles screeching like a hyena. This is when I just want to sit in a quiet, secret, place where no one will find me. I also feel this way when I stick my size 8 foot in my mouth or when I am absolutely mortified by something I did.
I plunged into the depths, unsure of the darkness, fear the only thing I knew. With both hands probing the void in front of me, I stumbled along, not sure of my path, not sure of an exit.
Sometimes I want to crawl into a cave. It is usually when one kid is whining and the other is running around in circles screaming like a screeching hyena. This is when I wish for a cozy, dark, secret cave where nobody could find me. I also feel this way when I stick my foot in my mouth or do something that is absolutely mortifying to myself.
if i lived in a cave it would be something spectacular. Not in the sense that one would think. i say it would be spectacular because for the first time i would be alone and free.
“Can we go live in the cave now?” I ask, wiping my eyes. That line has been a long-running joke between me and my group of friends. It’s our way of saying “People suck. Let’s avoid them for life.” My friends start joking about how we’ll furnish our rocky home away from civilization, and the crying stops.
There are hundreds of small caves in Higashimatsuyama which date back centuries, and then the long, more recent ones built during the war to house munitions factories that could not be seen from the sky.
is brown. Bats fly our, I run out. There are gloomy mists, yellow eyes within. I can’t breathe in there but I could hear. Water splashing, flowing banging against the walls of the cave.
I already wrote for cave. But it was before I had an account. It was all based off the excitement I had from falling upon this site. This is soo cool.
I’m sitting alone in this black hole. Empty, cold, scared. The wind whispers in my ear, to send me support, but its arms feels cold. I am empty. I am small. I am i
“Do you know what Plato’s Allegory of the Cave is?”
“No, tell me.”
“It’s a metaphor. Prisoners are kept deep in a cave, chained down, facing a wall. Behind them there are puppets, and behind the puppets there is a fire. The prisoners cannot turn their heads to see themselves or the others, only straight forward at the shadows of the prisoners and of the puppets. If a prisoner can break free, he can leave to see the outside world. He will see that everything he knew before was a lie, and it will be hard for him to accept it at first. But he will keep learning with the new perspective that the daylight has given him, and possibly find true beauty and happiness with enlightenment. But he may feel sorry for those he left behind, and return to the cave, where he will know that his life before escaping was a lie that his comrades are still living. They will frown upon him for his knowledge of the outside world, and think he’s crazy. The ultimate question behind all of this is whether or not ignorance really is bliss. So…
“Let me guess, once I decide there’s no going back?”
“Bingo. So do you want to come with us?”
In the darkness we wrote our heart’s wish. No one would ever be able to see it, and so they would always be secret. We had been doing this for sixteen years, he and i. If we had ever bothered to bring light down there we would see thirty two different messages, starting in child’s scrawl and growing into proper writing. The words I wrote were, “I love you” . The words he wrote were “I’ll love you forever”. But I didn’t learn that till much later.
The cave in Platos philosophy. Being stuck in a cave not knowing about the world. About reality and life. Boars and caves. Idk where this association came from but boars living in a cave and yeah
My people were born from mugwort garlic and a she-bear that ate these two things and these two things only in utter darkness away from the sun for too many days until she became a woman who shed the skin of a bear and emerged from the rock void feeling clear glow light on her almond center skin and wept for the first time out of equally jet eyes.
I could say a cave is where I am at home, right now. This moment in time, this falling, this act of being on the wrong side of good. It is strange, but truth be told, always there is good. Always there is an end to the “bad”. It is merely an intro to the “good”, and always it morphs into one another.
A billion years ago before shaving is an obligation and sewing is a thing that happens, men and women sit in caves and draw on the walls in berry juice and blood, and wonder of the future; for all that their lives have yielded seems so insignificant.
It’s not going to happen. It’s not going to because you’re not going to let it. Over the months you have become stronger and wiser—you will not let the walls cave in on you now after you have spent time rebuilding them. Be happy with what you have done without others—be happy with the person you are growing into because you have let go of toxic relationships.