The rottweiler gnashed its teeth, its drool splattering on the concrete sidewalk. Its neck muscles battled with the link chain attached to the iron banister and eventually, it was sent flying back to square one, sore and defeated.
Chained to the banister, the rottweiler gnashed its teeth, its drool splattering on the concrete sidewalk. Its neck muscles battled with the link chain and eventually, it was sent flying back to square one, sore and defeated.
When you feel like the world has you chained down, don’t give in. There is a way out, and all you have to do is find it. Although you will struggle, in the end you will be freed.
Chained is such a miserable thing to think of. Right now I feel chained to my life as a student in a liberal arts university. I just want to play my music… I’d love for my saxophone to be chained to my hands forever…
I opened the door to my apartment and stepped inside, closing it against the length and weariness of the day. There were clothes still scattered on the floor, empty wrappers on the table. Sometimes I wished nothing more than to pack a bag and leave – but for that one photograph on the shelf, chaining me here.
I woke up. I was chained to a tree. There was no where to go. The only thing I could remember from last night was a monkey, and some gold, and pliers. But regardless, I was chained.
I was chained brutally to the picket fence. Many men and woman passed me by but unfortunately none stopped. I felt like a pariah amongst the people. Always staring but never stopping.
It sat there, chained to the straggly tree covered in fliers and pocked with staples: A single, bent bike tire. No bike; just the tire. Protected, I guess.
J’étais prise, coincée. Prise dans une tempête sans savoir quelle était la bonne décision. Elle était enchainée à cette situation et ne voyait qu’elle était la solution à l’amélioration, sans forcément la quitter.
I always feel bad when pit bulls have those huge chains around their necks that small-penised men use to make their dogs, and by proxy, themselves, look badass.
Poor puppies with heavy chains look sooo tired…
okay so i am in chains. chains everywhere. locked in a cold, dark cell. where is the light? where is the day? where is the sun, the rain, the snow, the hail, the sleet… i haven’t been outside in 10 years. 10 years. i miss the warmth of the sun. i miss freezing in the winter. i miss seeing all the sights there are to see. that’s my life. that’s what it’s become. and now i’m in chains.
You have chained me to this life, Mother. Why have you done this? You could not let me rest in light we both long for. The prison gates are closing and I have you to blame.
her heart was chained to his, whether she liked it or not. there were little tiny, links forged over four years of college. and now, this silly piece of paper that Dean Willis had just put in her hand could sever what years of fights, booze, other people and the library couldn’t, that tiny gold chain
i feel chained up right now. I have no idea where my future is going so I’m chained to uncertainty. It’s going to drive me crazy. I know what I want to do but I have no idea whether the school is going to let me into the program or not.
Finding that I was chained, tethered like a cow to a post, I realized that the sound was the same as counted coins. How fitting, the love of money is the root of my chain.
Chained to this fence
Chained against my will
Broken embraces
The shackles that bind me
Rusted metal, imprinted on my skin
What’s the point of living like this?
There’s no hope when your heart is bound by benevolence.
It’s like a heavy chain’s hooked to the inside of my ribcage. I don’t want to get up. Hell, I can’t get up. Not with a wound like this keeping me down.
At the end of the tether, stake in the ground, the vicious dog unveiled its fangs and snapped and growled and whined; then darted in the opposite direction, fast as black lightning until again, just short of the fence line, his neck snapped back, mouth filled with puss and his blood-shot eyes began to shake.
We are chained together, chained in a chain of pain. We can’t escape. We love each other but we aren’t meant to be together. Here we are, chain, chain, chain.
chained onto a wall the prisioner started yelling for the jail keep. ‘Get me out of here now! I didn’t murder her!” the jailler laughed at James and walked away muttering about the mental abilities of some people.James couldn’t believe he was here. All he was doing that night was checking up on an old girlfriend who was having a hard time with her current boy toy. But when he arrived he couldn’t believe what he had seen.
When I woke up, I couldn’t see a thing. My eyes felt puffy, and it was difficult to gather my surroundings. My arms felt heavy and it was a moment before I realized. I’d been chained to the wall. For what reasons, or by whom I didn’t remember. I had to get out of there
Into the dank cell crept the goth. His eyes burned with a fury that only hell could have created. As he slid so he pulled at the iron knots which should have kept him chained up.
He was chained to a chainlink fence.
He looked like a dog in the crowd,
barking away
at the hatred of man,
to destroy history,
and forests,
and animals.
Chains make me think of slavery, to be enchained. We think it’s “gone” but it’s more prevalent and violent than ever. Save them all. The women and children.
It was one foggy Sunday evening when I finally realized what I had done to my brain. I was just starting my first problem set, worried about the mountains of work I had yet to do and anticipating no sleep that night, when I realized how difficult it had become for me to accomplish anything.
chained. great. what? you mean like bondage?
ok good. now i’m trapped here. good. i feel great.
moving on. but not really. actually its almost a minute?
already?
eff my life.
i need to do work.
The rottweiler gnashed its teeth, its drool splattering on the concrete sidewalk. Its neck muscles battled with the link chain attached to the iron banister and eventually, it was sent flying back to square one, sore and defeated.
Chained to the banister, the rottweiler gnashed its teeth, its drool splattering on the concrete sidewalk. Its neck muscles battled with the link chain and eventually, it was sent flying back to square one, sore and defeated.
When you feel like the world has you chained down, don’t give in. There is a way out, and all you have to do is find it. Although you will struggle, in the end you will be freed.
Chained is such a miserable thing to think of. Right now I feel chained to my life as a student in a liberal arts university. I just want to play my music… I’d love for my saxophone to be chained to my hands forever…
I was chained to a rock hard concrete wall. The bars dug deep into my flesh. I left in complete darkness. When will i be safe again?
It must have been hard on the men and woman who were chained for crimes they did not commit those many years ago.
I opened the door to my apartment and stepped inside, closing it against the length and weariness of the day. There were clothes still scattered on the floor, empty wrappers on the table. Sometimes I wished nothing more than to pack a bag and leave – but for that one photograph on the shelf, chaining me here.
bound by everything.
school, parents, friends, rules.
except one thing.
with God, my chains are gone.
THe girl was chained to the bars of the dungeon. Her time on earth was running short. Bewhere… Your time is coming to an end.
I woke up. I was chained to a tree. There was no where to go. The only thing I could remember from last night was a monkey, and some gold, and pliers. But regardless, I was chained.
I was chained brutally to the picket fence. Many men and woman passed me by but unfortunately none stopped. I felt like a pariah amongst the people. Always staring but never stopping.
It sat there, chained to the straggly tree covered in fliers and pocked with staples: A single, bent bike tire. No bike; just the tire. Protected, I guess.
Cursed forlorn. Trapped. Nothing left. I am alone. I cannot break free. I am alone.
J’étais prise, coincée. Prise dans une tempête sans savoir quelle était la bonne décision. Elle était enchainée à cette situation et ne voyait qu’elle était la solution à l’amélioration, sans forcément la quitter.
the world is a chain, holding us to the ground. i don’t know whether to be grateful or angry.
I already posted about how the heavy chains stupid boys put on pit bull’s necks to make them look badass and tough are cruel and ridiculous…
I always feel bad when pit bulls have those huge chains around their necks that small-penised men use to make their dogs, and by proxy, themselves, look badass.
Poor puppies with heavy chains look sooo tired…
i was chained to my beliefs as a medieval prisoner is, though mine where stronger. i feared nothing would ever break the bonds the held on me.
okay so i am in chains. chains everywhere. locked in a cold, dark cell. where is the light? where is the day? where is the sun, the rain, the snow, the hail, the sleet… i haven’t been outside in 10 years. 10 years. i miss the warmth of the sun. i miss freezing in the winter. i miss seeing all the sights there are to see. that’s my life. that’s what it’s become. and now i’m in chains.
i chained my bike to the bike rack yea
You have chained me to this life, Mother. Why have you done this? You could not let me rest in light we both long for. The prison gates are closing and I have you to blame.
her heart was chained to his, whether she liked it or not. there were little tiny, links forged over four years of college. and now, this silly piece of paper that Dean Willis had just put in her hand could sever what years of fights, booze, other people and the library couldn’t, that tiny gold chain
i feel chained up right now. I have no idea where my future is going so I’m chained to uncertainty. It’s going to drive me crazy. I know what I want to do but I have no idea whether the school is going to let me into the program or not.
Finding that I was chained, tethered like a cow to a post, I realized that the sound was the same as counted coins. How fitting, the love of money is the root of my chain.
That one guy I know,old watches, wealth, slavery, harsh, snow, swings in a rundown playground
Chained to this fence
Chained against my will
Broken embraces
The shackles that bind me
Rusted metal, imprinted on my skin
What’s the point of living like this?
There’s no hope when your heart is bound by benevolence.
It’s like a heavy chain’s hooked to the inside of my ribcage. I don’t want to get up. Hell, I can’t get up. Not with a wound like this keeping me down.
Everything blurs, fades, and finally turns dark.
I was chained to the bed with no one around. I knew that if I screamed they would hear me and come to knock me back out. I was screwed.
At the end of the tether, stake in the ground, the vicious dog unveiled its fangs and snapped and growled and whined; then darted in the opposite direction, fast as black lightning until again, just short of the fence line, his neck snapped back, mouth filled with puss and his blood-shot eyes began to shake.
We are chained together, chained in a chain of pain. We can’t escape. We love each other but we aren’t meant to be together. Here we are, chain, chain, chain.
chained onto a wall the prisioner started yelling for the jail keep. ‘Get me out of here now! I didn’t murder her!” the jailler laughed at James and walked away muttering about the mental abilities of some people.James couldn’t believe he was here. All he was doing that night was checking up on an old girlfriend who was having a hard time with her current boy toy. But when he arrived he couldn’t believe what he had seen.
When I woke up, I couldn’t see a thing. My eyes felt puffy, and it was difficult to gather my surroundings. My arms felt heavy and it was a moment before I realized. I’d been chained to the wall. For what reasons, or by whom I didn’t remember. I had to get out of there
Into the dank cell crept the goth. His eyes burned with a fury that only hell could have created. As he slid so he pulled at the iron knots which should have kept him chained up.
He was chained to a chainlink fence.
He looked like a dog in the crowd,
barking away
at the hatred of man,
to destroy history,
and forests,
and animals.
Chains make me think of slavery, to be enchained. We think it’s “gone” but it’s more prevalent and violent than ever. Save them all. The women and children.
It was one foggy Sunday evening when I finally realized what I had done to my brain. I was just starting my first problem set, worried about the mountains of work I had yet to do and anticipating no sleep that night, when I realized how difficult it had become for me to accomplish anything.
limited by what is my is life, i stay close to this world. held down by my commitment to those i care for, i continue to fight.
To this desk, to this chair I am chained. Everyday, no leaving, no fair. Being chained is no fun.
Chained and beaten like a pathetic dog, he thought. I am! Perhaps I’m supposed to be like this.
chained. great. what? you mean like bondage?
ok good. now i’m trapped here. good. i feel great.
moving on. but not really. actually its almost a minute?
already?
eff my life.
i need to do work.