in the cage sat a bunny. it was a cute bunny with a wiggly pink nose and big whiskers. the little boy came to peak in the cage and ask the bunny a question. What was the question? What did he want to know from the bunny? He wanted to know what the bunny was thinking…what the bunny would do with his spare time today and what he had for breakfast. The bunny wanted to know fr
I felt like a caged animal. One whole week in this stupid room all because of what? One minor explosion! Ok, sure it took out a whole neighborhood but seriously! I was trying to save lives and no one got hurt…well except for that cat, but if you ask me, he was asking for it. Stupid cat!
i want to cross oceans but there are no waves here, no seagulls and no means of escape.
i would take you with me, you know. if you would just believe me.
only you don’t. because you would rather lock me up behind golden bars and feed me little words of love like honey than let me try my wings and risk me finding the self i’m looking for out there in a life that does not include you.
You’re trapped, no escape. At least you have light. hardly? It’s getting really frustrating. Who put you in here anyway? God! I should scream for help?
My dog Peyton enjoys sleeping in his cage because it gives him the structure and security required for success in the canine world. Peyton thrives on structure. As a dog, he lacks self-discipline in the areas of sleep, food in-take, and social activities. As the primary caretaker of this fantastic beast, it is my job to make certain my amazing Boston Terrier gets adequate rest and doesn’t over indulge with food and treats. Similarly, if given freedom, Peyton will play ball until he becomes physically exhausted and then suffers with muscle soreness. Use of the cage as his sleep environment means he is always energized and more focused during morning walks. Peyton experiences more sniffing opportunties and enjoy all the wonderful treasures of nature with adequate rest.
Things are trapped within the confines of the fragile or strong wings of a cage. People forget that every cage has a door, and that even if you are trapped within its walls, you can always find a way to open the door. Cages can only hold you if you forget that you provide your own freedom.
The man was stuck in the cage as it was filling with water. Where was his out? What is he going to do next? He knew he had seconds to think of a plan before the water reached the top of the cage.
I don’t know why the cage bird sings?…maybe a cage is a good thing whey there is no worry about harm from a cat…but then I guess you could say there is no soaring to the sky…cages?
A wire cage. Bird fluttering. Making noises only meant to be heard in the wild. For me, it is symbolic. Like a life left unfluttered. Like wings clipped. Like a being unable to taste what it was really meant to. Behind all that wire, air and anger. Fly away. Make a new life. It’s meant to be.
hmm..wht do i write now abt one word?by the way i dint quite get this thing…what one word?..which one word??..ok ya cage a cage is horrible…i hate cages because they trap people..like poor animals..they have to stay in a cage so sad…
a prison, bars, constraint wondering where the freedoms have gone, sing do i inside pacing and waiting watching the sun track and set. hanging suspended, wodnering, hopping around in my own shit i trace and wonder. where do i go from here once i taste the sweet blue of the tonder.
it’s getting smaller in here, i feel like suffocating, i don’t have much time i must break loose , it’s closing in on me..it’s makin me weaker ,i can’t ask for help..im not that type of guy, i must find my own way out but….how?!?im starting to freak out, panicking…wat should i do!!! focus focus..shit nobody can focus here!! should i surrender or should i go on??? i never back down but this place has no way out , is this temporary ?? is this the end? will it always be like this??nobody told me anything am ignorant, to how many years am i sentenced? why???….silence
cage..uhmm..sometimes i feeL Like i’m in a cage..i just don’t want to mingLe with anybody..it feeLs safe..i feeL more seure..but sometimes i want to get out..sometimes it’s tiring to be too safe..i want to expLore..meet new peopLe..try new things..
caged in by life’s demands feeling overwhelmed, wondering where the lock is, where’s the key? Time to rest and pray – time to fly above and out of this little cage. Time to come home and quit this incubation, my little cage of womb.
caged in by life’s demands feeling overwhelmed, wondering where the lock is, where’s the key? Time to rest and pray – time to fly above and out of this little cage. Time to come home and quit this incubation, my little cage of womb.
I’m living in a cage. A cage made by you. You’ve built this cage around me, when all I wanted to do was build my world a round you. Controlling bars, violent bars, cold harsh bars.
Cage fighters are as hard as nails. Budgies also spend time in cages although ‘ding your little bell Joey’ will never be heard in association with cage fighting.
never never never… never in that cage i was some time back… never again… i’d rather die than go back into the cage of ignorance… the ignorance that is called bliss by some people… never again…
locked in a cage
we call it concentration camps
where they hide political prisoners
never having to answer for that
behind enemy lines
i’m venturing towards there
one thing one my mind my pistol or sword here
hand grenade or c4
so beyond knocking on doors
crow bars on the cage
free them all what we say
It is a wire construction of utmost elaborance – the steel twists in eloquent screams as the wind roars through it’s soul. I scream- no- sing- no.. I’m screaming and the breeze rips the sound away from my lips. Why does the wind not tear down the cage?
A dead bird in a cage.
A cage swings back and forth-
back and forth it swings in an empty house.
it is a place where a person is put in so that he can not move and to put animals so that they can be transported like the ones from the circus. people do not like to be caged.
locked and torn into a darkness that doesnt have a structure that cant be seen nor touched nor smelt I live in this hole with my peanut butter sandwich and my toad named Filbert. Where is the humanity? where is the door to my cage?
Yeah, you’d think it would bother me, the way it stands so stiff and unyielding, like CAN’T written in thick columns of lead. But the more I look at them, the bars read more like vertical music, a song of verges, of tantalizing boundaries. The more I hum them, the more I realize the bars mark where I begin.
i am in a guilded cage! no, it’s not guilded, it’s just a cage, and if i could just find the key i can get out of it. the key is nonexistent. that’s a lie, it just seems that way. the key is an ILLUSION. like everything else
cages, depends on your desires. there are rules for family life, social life, etc. if you don’t have a deep desire or insticnt to broke them you don’t see these rules as cages. you don’t even know there are cages. cages are so big or just small depending on your needs, desires.
My body is a cage. I can’t see outside of my own heart, for selfishness is a monster that breaths into my soul and won’t take advantage of the freedom outside of me. This monster’s name is Hope, and I can only Hope for myself. Hoping for others is outside of the question.
boundaries. can be in mind or phsyically. sometimes a friend that doesn’t allow you to be yourself, sometimes some exceptions that bothers you. just be the one you always want to be while it is the only thing really you have.
the bird fluttered her helpless wings. the emperor had cruelly snipped off the tips of her plumage so that she was unable to fly. he laughed at her helplessness. her wings beat the side of the golden cage.
cage. this is a cage. bars that flash like knives in the night. I dont really like it, but i dont really hate it either. what if? what if?
what if the bars weren’t real and they were only there because you let them be. what if the world made more sense like that? what if the cage was you. what if it was me.
in the cage sat a bunny. it was a cute bunny with a wiggly pink nose and big whiskers. the little boy came to peak in the cage and ask the bunny a question. What was the question? What did he want to know from the bunny? He wanted to know what the bunny was thinking…what the bunny would do with his spare time today and what he had for breakfast. The bunny wanted to know fr
I felt like a caged animal. One whole week in this stupid room all because of what? One minor explosion! Ok, sure it took out a whole neighborhood but seriously! I was trying to save lives and no one got hurt…well except for that cat, but if you ask me, he was asking for it. Stupid cat!
i want to cross oceans but there are no waves here, no seagulls and no means of escape.
i would take you with me, you know. if you would just believe me.
only you don’t. because you would rather lock me up behind golden bars and feed me little words of love like honey than let me try my wings and risk me finding the self i’m looking for out there in a life that does not include you.
You’re trapped, no escape. At least you have light. hardly? It’s getting really frustrating. Who put you in here anyway? God! I should scream for help?
My dog Peyton enjoys sleeping in his cage because it gives him the structure and security required for success in the canine world. Peyton thrives on structure. As a dog, he lacks self-discipline in the areas of sleep, food in-take, and social activities. As the primary caretaker of this fantastic beast, it is my job to make certain my amazing Boston Terrier gets adequate rest and doesn’t over indulge with food and treats. Similarly, if given freedom, Peyton will play ball until he becomes physically exhausted and then suffers with muscle soreness. Use of the cage as his sleep environment means he is always energized and more focused during morning walks. Peyton experiences more sniffing opportunties and enjoy all the wonderful treasures of nature with adequate rest.
Things are trapped within the confines of the fragile or strong wings of a cage. People forget that every cage has a door, and that even if you are trapped within its walls, you can always find a way to open the door. Cages can only hold you if you forget that you provide your own freedom.
The man was stuck in the cage as it was filling with water. Where was his out? What is he going to do next? He knew he had seconds to think of a plan before the water reached the top of the cage.
I don’t know why the cage bird sings?…maybe a cage is a good thing whey there is no worry about harm from a cat…but then I guess you could say there is no soaring to the sky…cages?
A wire cage. Bird fluttering. Making noises only meant to be heard in the wild. For me, it is symbolic. Like a life left unfluttered. Like wings clipped. Like a being unable to taste what it was really meant to. Behind all that wire, air and anger. Fly away. Make a new life. It’s meant to be.
hmm..wht do i write now abt one word?by the way i dint quite get this thing…what one word?..which one word??..ok ya cage a cage is horrible…i hate cages because they trap people..like poor animals..they have to stay in a cage so sad…
a prison, bars, constraint wondering where the freedoms have gone, sing do i inside pacing and waiting watching the sun track and set. hanging suspended, wodnering, hopping around in my own shit i trace and wonder. where do i go from here once i taste the sweet blue of the tonder.
in cage are close the animals..case means that u are not free…u cannot do what u want or like…a cage is for bad people…people
it’s getting smaller in here, i feel like suffocating, i don’t have much time i must break loose , it’s closing in on me..it’s makin me weaker ,i can’t ask for help..im not that type of guy, i must find my own way out but….how?!?im starting to freak out, panicking…wat should i do!!! focus focus..shit nobody can focus here!! should i surrender or should i go on??? i never back down but this place has no way out , is this temporary ?? is this the end? will it always be like this??nobody told me anything am ignorant, to how many years am i sentenced? why???….silence
bird drag queen zoo animal gorilla go-go dancers folles perch tweet jail prison birdseed on ground chirp cover house tank trap free incarcerated
cage..uhmm..sometimes i feeL Like i’m in a cage..i just don’t want to mingLe with anybody..it feeLs safe..i feeL more seure..but sometimes i want to get out..sometimes it’s tiring to be too safe..i want to expLore..meet new peopLe..try new things..
caged in by life’s demands feeling overwhelmed, wondering where the lock is, where’s the key? Time to rest and pray – time to fly above and out of this little cage. Time to come home and quit this incubation, my little cage of womb.
I’ve been locked in here for so so so long. I know I can’t leave. The food comes in, the water too. The only thing that leaves is my song.
I suppose this is it for me. This is life. Newspaper below, bars around, the owner, his wife. They treat me like their child.
They think.
caged in by life’s demands feeling overwhelmed, wondering where the lock is, where’s the key? Time to rest and pray – time to fly above and out of this little cage. Time to come home and quit this incubation, my little cage of womb.
I’m living in a cage. A cage made by you. You’ve built this cage around me, when all I wanted to do was build my world a round you. Controlling bars, violent bars, cold harsh bars.
Cage fighters are as hard as nails. Budgies also spend time in cages although ‘ding your little bell Joey’ will never be heard in association with cage fighting.
never never never… never in that cage i was some time back… never again… i’d rather die than go back into the cage of ignorance… the ignorance that is called bliss by some people… never again…
locked in a cage
we call it concentration camps
where they hide political prisoners
never having to answer for that
behind enemy lines
i’m venturing towards there
one thing one my mind my pistol or sword here
hand grenade or c4
so beyond knocking on doors
crow bars on the cage
free them all what we say
It is a wire construction of utmost elaborance – the steel twists in eloquent screams as the wind roars through it’s soul. I scream- no- sing- no.. I’m screaming and the breeze rips the sound away from my lips. Why does the wind not tear down the cage?
A dead bird in a cage.
A cage swings back and forth-
back and forth it swings in an empty house.
Would you open the cage for me please?
I`m trapped. Like an animal dying to escape. This is madness. This is injustice. Let me out.
I`m trapped. Like an animal dying to escape. This is madness. This is injustice. Let me out.
lion in cage . lonelyness . bitterness . missing myself or someone
trapt.
prison trap cold deep words black metal
it is a place where a person is put in so that he can not move and to put animals so that they can be transported like the ones from the circus. people do not like to be caged.
My body is a cage
(Arcade Fire)
locked and torn into a darkness that doesnt have a structure that cant be seen nor touched nor smelt I live in this hole with my peanut butter sandwich and my toad named Filbert. Where is the humanity? where is the door to my cage?
Yeah, you’d think it would bother me, the way it stands so stiff and unyielding, like CAN’T written in thick columns of lead. But the more I look at them, the bars read more like vertical music, a song of verges, of tantalizing boundaries. The more I hum them, the more I realize the bars mark where I begin.
i am in a guilded cage! no, it’s not guilded, it’s just a cage, and if i could just find the key i can get out of it. the key is nonexistent. that’s a lie, it just seems that way. the key is an ILLUSION. like everything else
i love cage. he is one of my favorite actors. did you see him next? got nothing else.
considering literal meaning..
cages, depends on your desires. there are rules for family life, social life, etc. if you don’t have a deep desire or insticnt to broke them you don’t see these rules as cages. you don’t even know there are cages. cages are so big or just small depending on your needs, desires.
My body is a cage. I can’t see outside of my own heart, for selfishness is a monster that breaths into my soul and won’t take advantage of the freedom outside of me. This monster’s name is Hope, and I can only Hope for myself. Hoping for others is outside of the question.
more cages. cages, cages, cages. life is a cage. school, friendships, relationships, work, family. barriers to conquer, bars to struggle through…
boundaries. can be in mind or phsyically. sometimes a friend that doesn’t allow you to be yourself, sometimes some exceptions that bothers you. just be the one you always want to be while it is the only thing really you have.
the bird fluttered her helpless wings. the emperor had cruelly snipped off the tips of her plumage so that she was unable to fly. he laughed at her helplessness. her wings beat the side of the golden cage.
cage. this is a cage. bars that flash like knives in the night. I dont really like it, but i dont really hate it either. what if? what if?
what if the bars weren’t real and they were only there because you let them be. what if the world made more sense like that? what if the cage was you. what if it was me.