cliches are cliches because they are in our lexicon. ironic cliches are ironic because they are in our lexicon as something that’s so dumb, no one ever actually says them.
but then again, maybe what i’m writing is a cliche. nothing can be written thathasn’t already been written so much better before. but then again, that’s cliche.
There was a chain around my neck. I could feel it, and it burned. But yet…I couldn’t see it. Truthfully, there was nothing there. The chain around my neck wasn’t a chain at all. Yes, it was bindings, but not the typical kind of bindings. I was a dog on leash–my
There was a chain. There was always something that got in the way. She stared at the half filled cardboard boxes that were scattered around her. Why bother? Nothing was ever going to change.
I thought that if i extracted myself from you i would feel free, and I was right, i guess. I thought that if i went to him and i saw him that he would kiss me, but he did not. I want to be honest with both of you, but i do not know how. If i could not lie i would tell you that I love you, but not enough. I would tell you that I do not need you but I am jealous and possessive and selfish enough to want you to think that i need you, to keep you binded to me so you cannot find anyone else. I would keep you chained to me and i would tell him that i would like for him to please kiss me, because he is something I need to conquer or else I lose, somehow, at this game I am playing with myself. Because if he does not want me then I will think that maybe I should go back to you and my ego will hurt and I will need to validate myself some other way, somehow.
The chain of events that lead me to this place baffles me.
What actually happened?
Even I do not understand?
Did ever do something so wrong
that would rationalize
bring me here?
the chain reaction was inevitable. everyone knows k=someone who knows someone who met them once at a school funcion. You say something to someone, everyone else and thei rgram knows later on. everything is related to one another.
There was a chain. There was always something that got in her way. She stared at the half filled cardboard boxes that were scattered around her. Why bother? Nothing was ever going to change.
This is an object that prisoners wear. They either wear them as shackles on their feet, or as handcuffs gracing their wrists. Chains often jingle as the prisoners rumble along, back to back, making their way to their next work place, and then back to the prison underneath.
I had about 12 minutes to go. I had no way of winning the race. I saw the chain. I grabbed it and pulled myself up. Everything fell down on top of my other opponents.
a chain like a slave. a thing that holds you down and never forgives. no elation only starvation only the fact that you’ll never be home again. in a dark cave chained to our own fears and insecurities and emotions and egos. were lost and trapped and forgotten and it will never stop.
“I found it.”
Claire stared at the gold chain in her friend’s hand with interest.
“Can I hold it?” she asked tentatively.
Beck handed over the ancient looking chain and both girl’s eyes widened with surprise as the chain began to glow a soft green the very moment Claire took it into her hands.
We sat along the fence for an hour before anyone spoke. Phil said it first, what we’d all been thinking; “Don’t you wonder if they’ll ever find it?” None of us wanted to know the answer to that question, which, I suppose is why no one asked it before Phil.
The chain was across the driveway and the weeds had grown up along the sides. I ducked under the chain and hiked up the long winding drive to the cabin. It looked like there was no one home but I knew better.
We were driving slow about 55 mph in a 75 mph zone, I was scared because it was so loud, the wind howled as we drove through puddles of water. We were being shot at by all directions and it was so god damn loud. I couldn’t hear myself think, I didn’t know how he was able to drive in this weather. He was damn good at it though, the look in his eye was that of a supreme being, he feared nothing, and was totally confident in who he was and his abilities. On the other hand, I was on the passenger side, whimpering and screaming like the little girl I was. It was embarrassing, but I couldn’t help it, I felt so awful being in such a hectic and unstable area. I sank deep into my chair as if it was the last straw, I couldn’t take the noise anymore. But then, through the rain and the ravenous winds, came a light, it was a small spark at first, until it multiplied into a barrage of attacks within the sky. It was a chain of lighting going from as far as the length of the windshield. It was mesmerizing and I will never forget that act of nature, the simple joy to be in the midst of such chaos and yet have such control. The world is a combination of random and intentional events, it is beautifully structured chaos.
“Don’t pull the chain!”
It didn’t matter what he said in that moment. My mind was made up.
I pulled that old, rusted chain and that would be the last thing I ever did.
The great chain of being is a class system that is still partially around today. At the top of the great chain of being is God and the “earthly embodiment of god”, the king and the Pope. There were many debates about whether the Pope or the King should be higher. Those who say that the Pope should be argue that the Pope crowns the king; however, one must remember that the king gives the pope his power. Next is the aristocracy, usually land owners who pass down their money once they die. One step down from them is the clergy; then the “middling orders” this is NOT the middle class, rather, it is a class made up of merchants and semi-wealthy individuals like bankers and doctors. These people would eventually end up making up a society of “the new wealth” or, in other words, they have “new money”. This causes the “old money” (aka the aristocracy) to be angry at them and they don’t accept these to be wealthy because their money was not passed down through the generations. A modern day example of new money is Bill Gates, and an example of old money would be Paris HIlton. After them are the Peasants. These people usually lead a good life, despite not being wealthy. Finally, are the poor and the slaves. Each home had its own “great chain” that went from father to mother to son to daughter and then finally the slaves. Everyone had to be respectful of their elders. The great chain was broken down through events such as Martin Luther’s reformation, the revolutions (American, The Glorious Revolution (England), and the French Revolution), and the great and good wars (WWI and WWII). The last 2 undermined kings who said that the war would be over in months, but instead caused catastrophe. Now, few people believe in the chain. However, the current queen of England still does. Her sons however don’t.
“Promise you’ll never forget me?” the little boy questioned as his mother herded him into their family’s small, silver car. He sat in the hot, leather seat and looked at all the items that surrounded him, each of which used to be in their little blue house. He pressed his finger on the button that made the window go down. “Goodbye” he said softly
The girl let a tear slide down her cheek as she whispered, “goodbye” not really knowing what that word really meant.
she held tightly to the only circle that remained from the paper chain they made, counting down to this day. Her fingers tore apart the final circle as she watched the car drive away.
got these chains on me! phineas and ferb! those songs make me smile! i wonder if having high speed internet makes these 60 seconds go by faster. next time i’ll make sure to time it, to see if it’s actually 60 seconds. it feels like 30! at least they don’t disable input after the 60 seconds are up – i NEED NEED NEED to wrap up what i say. hmmm…time is running out! chaining me! chains! gahhhh!!!!!! oh, never thought of it as the good time up chain (like conga line chain? or email chain?) does that mean i’m a pessimist? bleh. i already knew i was.
Money was the chain that kept Molly from doing anything. It is an accepted fact that those without, must go without. But this was an opportunity she wasn’t willing to turn down because of her lack of resources. She wanted to break from her chains of low income, if only for a while, if only to have this adventure to hold on to for the rest of her life.
A chain of nucleotides littered the scene. The detective questioned the eyewitness: “Did you see who the DNA helicase was?” No response. By the time the detective had turned around, the eyewitness had been strangled by a ribosome.
I was chained by fear. It’s shackles rattled on my bones–my wrists. They were too big so they shook and knocked against my core. They were big so I could of slipped them off, but there was something comforting having the cold metal clanked against me, chained to the person in front of me and knowing some one was dragging their feet behind me
Humans are chained
chained to their own desires, they are captured by their own faults
They have no choice but to look away
or bear the weights they carry.
Will they get anywhere? Yes.
But at a pace in which their patience will be their undoing.
The chains wrapped around his wrists dug into his skin and made a faint line of blood trickle down his arms. He hadn’t expected to get caught, let alone be chained up to some bloody wall. He really couldn’t understand what he had done wrong. Until he did. He had trusted Micheal.
Chain ist im Keller. Ich habe ihn dorthin geschickt. Nein, ich werde ihn nicht wieder rauslassen und ich gebe dir den Schlüssel nicht. Da kannst du noch so viel rumjammern. Nein, er ist nicht zu klein dafür. Er ist ja auch nicht zu klein zum Gläser zerbrechen. Das hat er jetzt davon. Bist du stille? Sonst jag’ ich dich auch runter.
Ch-ch-chain! Chain of fools. What exactly is a chain of fools? Is it like that old game with the small, colorful plastic monkeys? I loved that game, but I can’t remember what it is called.
Chain letters are the utmost of horrible things I can think of via the internet or texting. Nothing even happens, unless you’re superstitious and would attribute anything bad to the text or email.
The chains of a relationship. They hold you back, hold you in place, and yet you shouldn’t mind. Because your significant other has those same chains. They’re the chains that link you together. So if you complain about them, unlock them and set yourself free, because you don’t care enough to keep them.
there is this unseen chain that connects me to u!! a chain that i cant seem to break !! the strength lies in the love , in the trust i have on u! but u seem to not notice any of that !
The chain of events have led me here.
I am looking around me, around the vast dark room that I have spent months-no, years now-in.
Alone.
I look up at the tall steel walls built up around me.
I put them there, I built up a barrier.
I’ve kept people out for so long, I’ve forgotten how to let them in.
yo this is off the chain. said no one. ever.
cliches are cliches because they are in our lexicon. ironic cliches are ironic because they are in our lexicon as something that’s so dumb, no one ever actually says them.
but then again, maybe what i’m writing is a cliche. nothing can be written thathasn’t already been written so much better before. but then again, that’s cliche.
There was a chain around my neck. I could feel it, and it burned. But yet…I couldn’t see it. Truthfully, there was nothing there. The chain around my neck wasn’t a chain at all. Yes, it was bindings, but not the typical kind of bindings. I was a dog on leash–my
There was a chain. There was always something that got in the way. She stared at the half filled cardboard boxes that were scattered around her. Why bother? Nothing was ever going to change.
I thought that if i extracted myself from you i would feel free, and I was right, i guess. I thought that if i went to him and i saw him that he would kiss me, but he did not. I want to be honest with both of you, but i do not know how. If i could not lie i would tell you that I love you, but not enough. I would tell you that I do not need you but I am jealous and possessive and selfish enough to want you to think that i need you, to keep you binded to me so you cannot find anyone else. I would keep you chained to me and i would tell him that i would like for him to please kiss me, because he is something I need to conquer or else I lose, somehow, at this game I am playing with myself. Because if he does not want me then I will think that maybe I should go back to you and my ego will hurt and I will need to validate myself some other way, somehow.
The chain of events that lead me to this place baffles me.
What actually happened?
Even I do not understand?
Did ever do something so wrong
that would rationalize
bring me here?
the chain reaction was inevitable. everyone knows k=someone who knows someone who met them once at a school funcion. You say something to someone, everyone else and thei rgram knows later on. everything is related to one another.
With a chain around his thin neck,
He sighs.
It’s not the same
Not as it used to be
Not with the man in his life
Not with the mates in his life
Not with the laughs
He twirls the chain and gives a faint smile and the heart monitor beeps.
He’s had the ride of a lifetime,
The mysterious one would say
As Harry slowly fades away.
It’s only a natural consequence. You did this, you’ll have that. He did this, that’ll happen to him. Never forget the chain, boys.
There was a chain. There was always something that got in her way. She stared at the half filled cardboard boxes that were scattered around her. Why bother? Nothing was ever going to change.
in india people are crazy about gold ornaments, its become very expensive and chain snatching has become a major problem
This is an object that prisoners wear. They either wear them as shackles on their feet, or as handcuffs gracing their wrists. Chains often jingle as the prisoners rumble along, back to back, making their way to their next work place, and then back to the prison underneath.
it bonds things, it can be in captive manner or for safety matter.
Chain can also indicate the number of times the event takes place.
I had about 12 minutes to go. I had no way of winning the race. I saw the chain. I grabbed it and pulled myself up. Everything fell down on top of my other opponents.
a chain like a slave. a thing that holds you down and never forgives. no elation only starvation only the fact that you’ll never be home again. in a dark cave chained to our own fears and insecurities and emotions and egos. were lost and trapped and forgotten and it will never stop.
“I found it.”
Claire stared at the gold chain in her friend’s hand with interest.
“Can I hold it?” she asked tentatively.
Beck handed over the ancient looking chain and both girl’s eyes widened with surprise as the chain began to glow a soft green the very moment Claire took it into her hands.
We sat along the fence for an hour before anyone spoke. Phil said it first, what we’d all been thinking; “Don’t you wonder if they’ll ever find it?” None of us wanted to know the answer to that question, which, I suppose is why no one asked it before Phil.
The chain was across the driveway and the weeds had grown up along the sides. I ducked under the chain and hiked up the long winding drive to the cabin. It looked like there was no one home but I knew better.
We were driving slow about 55 mph in a 75 mph zone, I was scared because it was so loud, the wind howled as we drove through puddles of water. We were being shot at by all directions and it was so god damn loud. I couldn’t hear myself think, I didn’t know how he was able to drive in this weather. He was damn good at it though, the look in his eye was that of a supreme being, he feared nothing, and was totally confident in who he was and his abilities. On the other hand, I was on the passenger side, whimpering and screaming like the little girl I was. It was embarrassing, but I couldn’t help it, I felt so awful being in such a hectic and unstable area. I sank deep into my chair as if it was the last straw, I couldn’t take the noise anymore. But then, through the rain and the ravenous winds, came a light, it was a small spark at first, until it multiplied into a barrage of attacks within the sky. It was a chain of lighting going from as far as the length of the windshield. It was mesmerizing and I will never forget that act of nature, the simple joy to be in the midst of such chaos and yet have such control. The world is a combination of random and intentional events, it is beautifully structured chaos.
“Don’t pull the chain!”
It didn’t matter what he said in that moment. My mind was made up.
I pulled that old, rusted chain and that would be the last thing I ever did.
The great chain of being is a class system that is still partially around today. At the top of the great chain of being is God and the “earthly embodiment of god”, the king and the Pope. There were many debates about whether the Pope or the King should be higher. Those who say that the Pope should be argue that the Pope crowns the king; however, one must remember that the king gives the pope his power. Next is the aristocracy, usually land owners who pass down their money once they die. One step down from them is the clergy; then the “middling orders” this is NOT the middle class, rather, it is a class made up of merchants and semi-wealthy individuals like bankers and doctors. These people would eventually end up making up a society of “the new wealth” or, in other words, they have “new money”. This causes the “old money” (aka the aristocracy) to be angry at them and they don’t accept these to be wealthy because their money was not passed down through the generations. A modern day example of new money is Bill Gates, and an example of old money would be Paris HIlton. After them are the Peasants. These people usually lead a good life, despite not being wealthy. Finally, are the poor and the slaves. Each home had its own “great chain” that went from father to mother to son to daughter and then finally the slaves. Everyone had to be respectful of their elders. The great chain was broken down through events such as Martin Luther’s reformation, the revolutions (American, The Glorious Revolution (England), and the French Revolution), and the great and good wars (WWI and WWII). The last 2 undermined kings who said that the war would be over in months, but instead caused catastrophe. Now, few people believe in the chain. However, the current queen of England still does. Her sons however don’t.
I just went for a bike ride, my bike has a chain, it almost fell off but i was able to save it. I biked fast.
I am always tangling my necklace chains
and coming away with tiny knots almost
invisible but I know that they’re there.
MY father the jeweler, knew how ti untangle
the thorniest knot. He was a problem solver.
I miss him now.
“Promise you’ll never forget me?” the little boy questioned as his mother herded him into their family’s small, silver car. He sat in the hot, leather seat and looked at all the items that surrounded him, each of which used to be in their little blue house. He pressed his finger on the button that made the window go down. “Goodbye” he said softly
The girl let a tear slide down her cheek as she whispered, “goodbye” not really knowing what that word really meant.
she held tightly to the only circle that remained from the paper chain they made, counting down to this day. Her fingers tore apart the final circle as she watched the car drive away.
got these chains on me! phineas and ferb! those songs make me smile! i wonder if having high speed internet makes these 60 seconds go by faster. next time i’ll make sure to time it, to see if it’s actually 60 seconds. it feels like 30! at least they don’t disable input after the 60 seconds are up – i NEED NEED NEED to wrap up what i say. hmmm…time is running out! chaining me! chains! gahhhh!!!!!! oh, never thought of it as the good time up chain (like conga line chain? or email chain?) does that mean i’m a pessimist? bleh. i already knew i was.
Money was the chain that kept Molly from doing anything. It is an accepted fact that those without, must go without. But this was an opportunity she wasn’t willing to turn down because of her lack of resources. She wanted to break from her chains of low income, if only for a while, if only to have this adventure to hold on to for the rest of her life.
A chain of nucleotides littered the scene. The detective questioned the eyewitness: “Did you see who the DNA helicase was?” No response. By the time the detective had turned around, the eyewitness had been strangled by a ribosome.
I was chained by fear. It’s shackles rattled on my bones–my wrists. They were too big so they shook and knocked against my core. They were big so I could of slipped them off, but there was something comforting having the cold metal clanked against me, chained to the person in front of me and knowing some one was dragging their feet behind me
Humans are chained
chained to their own desires, they are captured by their own faults
They have no choice but to look away
or bear the weights they carry.
Will they get anywhere? Yes.
But at a pace in which their patience will be their undoing.
I want to break out of these chains. The steel weighs too heavy on my body.
The chains wrapped around his wrists dug into his skin and made a faint line of blood trickle down his arms. He hadn’t expected to get caught, let alone be chained up to some bloody wall. He really couldn’t understand what he had done wrong. Until he did. He had trusted Micheal.
Chains are things that keep us away from things. The chains of oppression, though not literally there anymore, they still exist figuratively.
i was looking at the chain preventing the prisoner from going away. I was wondering about his feelings when he was lacking his basic right, freedom.
Chain ist im Keller. Ich habe ihn dorthin geschickt. Nein, ich werde ihn nicht wieder rauslassen und ich gebe dir den Schlüssel nicht. Da kannst du noch so viel rumjammern. Nein, er ist nicht zu klein dafür. Er ist ja auch nicht zu klein zum Gläser zerbrechen. Das hat er jetzt davon. Bist du stille? Sonst jag’ ich dich auch runter.
Chain, bike chain, bike lock, key, password, username, website, computer, battery, drawer, chain, bike chain, bike lock, lock, key, jail cell
i have been chained up … this was actually hurting me somwhere.. the pain.. the chain which was haging in my neck… it was not meant to be..
Ch-ch-chain! Chain of fools. What exactly is a chain of fools? Is it like that old game with the small, colorful plastic monkeys? I loved that game, but I can’t remember what it is called.
Chain letters are the utmost of horrible things I can think of via the internet or texting. Nothing even happens, unless you’re superstitious and would attribute anything bad to the text or email.
The chains of a relationship. They hold you back, hold you in place, and yet you shouldn’t mind. Because your significant other has those same chains. They’re the chains that link you together. So if you complain about them, unlock them and set yourself free, because you don’t care enough to keep them.
there is this unseen chain that connects me to u!! a chain that i cant seem to break !! the strength lies in the love , in the trust i have on u! but u seem to not notice any of that !
The chain of events have led me here.
I am looking around me, around the vast dark room that I have spent months-no, years now-in.
Alone.
I look up at the tall steel walls built up around me.
I put them there, I built up a barrier.
I’ve kept people out for so long, I’ve forgotten how to let them in.