He welcomed the familiar bite of the concrete digging into his knees. Trying to balance his full weight with his hands behind his back was new though, and he trembled and floundered for several minutes. When he heard her stiletto heels clicking closer, he stilled and held his breath, waiting for bliss.
Someone’s knocking on my door. I know it’s him. Should I even stand up. Ok, I’ll walk towards the entrance of the house. Maybe I should make him wait. I should stay still, but my feet. It’s moving towards the entrance. I’m DYING to see him. I’m bound to open the door, open my heart and soul.
Loathsome creatures crawl into the night. Bound to find something out of sight. Lost, without fear, walking over here. What is he going to do to me? I should disappear. But I can’t move. I can’t walk. I can’t run. I can’t hide. I’m bounded by his light, his skin pale as white.
I’m stuck. I can’t get out. Who are you? Where am I? Why am I bound to this chair? HELP ME! HEEELP! Somebody, pls. Is anyone out there? HELLO?! I’m so tired. What was I even doing before I got here. Tears falling down on her face. She fell from disgrace.
You are bound to make new discoveries in life. So stop staying inside your house and be out there! See the stars, walk on the streets, observe the traffic flow in the nearest highway. Stop being so indifferent and see how reality is. Day or night, you have to get out and move.
You are bound to be picasso
Laid back watching stars
Came up to me I said hi
Wanted to show you
How we do in this town
I called you because
I don’t want to be
alone in this neighbour
hood
You are bound to me
as I am bound to you
Discover me as I
unravel the naked truth
about the stars
The dog was bound to find what it was looking for. Did he know what it was? no not at all. but he knew he would know it when he saw it. he was absolutely determined. Sniffing around the tall grasses, trying to discern between all the scents he knew it was in there somewhere. just right beyond his reach. Bubba turned to the right after he picked up just a hint of the THING! he was was on the right track
I was bound to great things. That’s what my parents told me. I was bound to be more than… But, when does that go to far? When do your bounds lead you to a place where the world is crushing you. Where you’re crushing yourself with all that could’ve been.
I was bound to have a perfect score on my test. I read the information. I highlighted and took notes. I made flashcards and studied all night long until I knew the stuff backwards and forwards.
This is bound to happen. You let your heart open, and you let him break down the walls. You knew this was going to happen. Now look at you, crying in the middle of the night with no one but yourself. Pathetic.
Being earth bound is one of the greatest priviledges a spirit can get. And when they are here, they should make the best life for themselves as they can.
Being earth bound is a privilege all spirits get and said spirits should make their best time on the Earth as they can because you are supposed to have a good time while you are here.
He bound as fast as he could. His master was cheering him on from the stands.
“I’M GOING TO WIN” thought the critter as it leaped and jumped through the last of the hoops.
He was so happy, he couldn’t stand it.
It all seemed clear to him what he should do on such times of peril he’s experiencing in his life, but as the sun dawns right in front of his apartment window, everything suddenly felt right. He already knew what to do next, like he’s bound to do it and figured it out just now. It was the beginning of brighter days ahead.
I sometimes feel bound to chores, school, extra murals, and a whole bunch of other stuff. But all I want and need to do is ride. Ride like the wind. I love the feel of the wind in my hair as it gushes past me.
Trapped. Stuck. How would she get out of this mess? It was a one way street but she only discovered it when all the motorbike drivers were waving at her. They were all coming towards her. She thought it was just coincidence, but the more drivers were waving her away, the more she knew she was in the wrong place. Now how to get unstuck?
By time and work and texts and emails and appointments and attitudes and rules and orders and longing and grocery lists . But never by thoughts of you, always boundless even after all this time.
They told me I was bound to fail if I held onto some many dreams and goals. True, I may not have accomplished everything I wanted to do. I never climbed mountains, struck gold in the streams, created a five star restaurant, or wound up making millions of dollars on a good investment. But I did end up writing, and reading, and performing, teaching, and marrying the woman I loved before starting a family I adored.
So, yeah, a half dozen goals out of ten ain’t nothing to sneeze at.
It’s not that I have any other choice but this. In this manner, and all others, my lack of experience leads me back to the same starting point. My throat dries and my arms ache as they try to hold this weight up. All I can do is wait for the day to repeat.
He is gagged and bound, the ropes at his feet cutting off the circulation to his hands and feet. He is grateful for that, now he can’t feel the pain. Blood drips from his ankles.
Dawn filters from the tiny window above his cell, that means it’s time.
Bound by? Yes. Bound rhymes with hound, mound, sound. Bounded by what? Life, nature vs. nurture. Yup. Bounded by your parents, families, idea of what you ‘should’ do. Bounding circumstances. Bound. I am bounded by everyone else.
Why am I doing this again? why do I always come crawling back to you, like some snake looking or something to devour? is in the farmer’s blame for carrying the snake in his bosom, or the snake thinking it could ever overcome its nature? it was the snake that tempted Eve to eat the apple.
I am homeward bound. I pass the fences that form the boundaries of my home. I see the walls that bound my domain. I am bound to arrive shortly, surely, if only I weren’t bound in… this. These bounds.
After all these years, its come again. Not quite awake, not quite asleep I start my descent. My legs are making good pace, moving like bicycle spokes. Faster, faster, arms waving. Up and down, furiously. More furiously now, trying to get the lift. And I finally in a wild gust of momentum I feel it, that gentle spring like a leg up from the universe. If I keep flapping my arms now I know I’ll make it. I’m lighter and rising, over the telegraph wires, higher, now I’m soaring over Mrs McGowan’s place. I can see her washing waving back at me, dancing in the sunshine. The scary man will never get me now. I spread my wings and feel the wind kissing my face. I can control my movements now, ducking and weaving, sweeping in over backyards and laneways littered with bits of broken cars. There is the green of the park and the blue of the sky and just me inbetween, alive and brilliant.
And then I see myself. Just a picture in my head. My adult self. And I remember I am bound to fall.
All she could see of any light was the small beam coming through the nearest window, (which was also the smallest on the ship).
She heard someone talking on the other side of the door, she just had to get closer, but the ropes bound around her wrists and ankles, had no more slack for her to get any farther away from the wall.
bound like shared smiles in dim-lit rooms, bound like fingertips dancing over gooseflesh, bound like trembling kisses; bound like first love thought unclean, two girls affixed and never letting go
Bound between our DNA strands, trapped in the helix. Him and I, the cigarettes, the blue leaking veins, the secret loves, the private pain, all of it bundled in our blood. The porch swing is creaking, the night is hazy. It’s love or it’s slavery.
I amm bound to believe that there is something better waiting for me at the gates of god, of heaven. I can only dream that someone cares enough to show me the way before that preciple that momentous event i need helpi need love i am bound to despair.
Forced into a place they didn’t understand. He was unable to separate what he wanted from what he needed. Struggling forward towards the distant future. It all seems so futile when it’s clear that we have been bound by fate to complete this.
It was bound to go wrong. The whole plan was.
They were going to fail.
Those were the thoughts going around in Billy’s head as he watched his friends gather supplies.
They’d need rope. A flashlight…. John wouldn’t go anywhere without a few candy bars.
They were going to need a lot of luck if they were going to succeed, that’s for sure.
Bound. For example, “We are bound to reach our destination”.
He welcomed the familiar bite of the concrete digging into his knees. Trying to balance his full weight with his hands behind his back was new though, and he trembled and floundered for several minutes. When he heard her stiletto heels clicking closer, he stilled and held his breath, waiting for bliss.
She was bound to the tightrope of life, forced to balance the weight of the world by her own two feet. One wrong move and everything crashes down.
Someone’s knocking on my door. I know it’s him. Should I even stand up. Ok, I’ll walk towards the entrance of the house. Maybe I should make him wait. I should stay still, but my feet. It’s moving towards the entrance. I’m DYING to see him. I’m bound to open the door, open my heart and soul.
Loathsome creatures crawl into the night. Bound to find something out of sight. Lost, without fear, walking over here. What is he going to do to me? I should disappear. But I can’t move. I can’t walk. I can’t run. I can’t hide. I’m bounded by his light, his skin pale as white.
I’m stuck. I can’t get out. Who are you? Where am I? Why am I bound to this chair? HELP ME! HEEELP! Somebody, pls. Is anyone out there? HELLO?! I’m so tired. What was I even doing before I got here. Tears falling down on her face. She fell from disgrace.
You are bound to make new discoveries in life. So stop staying inside your house and be out there! See the stars, walk on the streets, observe the traffic flow in the nearest highway. Stop being so indifferent and see how reality is. Day or night, you have to get out and move.
You are bound to be picasso
Laid back watching stars
Came up to me I said hi
Wanted to show you
How we do in this town
I called you because
I don’t want to be
alone in this neighbour
hood
You are bound to me
as I am bound to you
Discover me as I
unravel the naked truth
about the stars
The wand was bound to the wizard in til that wizard is killed, then it is bound to the wizard who killed the other wizard.
The dog was bound to find what it was looking for. Did he know what it was? no not at all. but he knew he would know it when he saw it. he was absolutely determined. Sniffing around the tall grasses, trying to discern between all the scents he knew it was in there somewhere. just right beyond his reach. Bubba turned to the right after he picked up just a hint of the THING! he was was on the right track
She was bound and determined to be as happy as she could be in her world of oneness. Nothing would stop her from making her dreams come true.
I was bound to great things. That’s what my parents told me. I was bound to be more than… But, when does that go to far? When do your bounds lead you to a place where the world is crushing you. Where you’re crushing yourself with all that could’ve been.
I was bound to have a perfect score on my test. I read the information. I highlighted and took notes. I made flashcards and studied all night long until I knew the stuff backwards and forwards.
This is bound to happen. You let your heart open, and you let him break down the walls. You knew this was going to happen. Now look at you, crying in the middle of the night with no one but yourself. Pathetic.
Being earth bound is one of the greatest priviledges a spirit can get. And when they are here, they should make the best life for themselves as they can.
Being earth bound is a privilege all spirits get and said spirits should make their best time on the Earth as they can because you are supposed to have a good time while you are here.
He bound as fast as he could. His master was cheering him on from the stands.
“I’M GOING TO WIN” thought the critter as it leaped and jumped through the last of the hoops.
He was so happy, he couldn’t stand it.
My brother is bound to be jumping off the walls at any moment he had chocolate cake ten minutes ago.
It all seemed clear to him what he should do on such times of peril he’s experiencing in his life, but as the sun dawns right in front of his apartment window, everything suddenly felt right. He already knew what to do next, like he’s bound to do it and figured it out just now. It was the beginning of brighter days ahead.
I sometimes feel bound to chores, school, extra murals, and a whole bunch of other stuff. But all I want and need to do is ride. Ride like the wind. I love the feel of the wind in my hair as it gushes past me.
Trapped. Stuck. How would she get out of this mess? It was a one way street but she only discovered it when all the motorbike drivers were waving at her. They were all coming towards her. She thought it was just coincidence, but the more drivers were waving her away, the more she knew she was in the wrong place. Now how to get unstuck?
i don’t want to be bound to writing about this word anymore make it stop make it stope make it stop make it stop
By time and work and texts and emails and appointments and attitudes and rules and orders and longing and grocery lists . But never by thoughts of you, always boundless even after all this time.
They told me I was bound to fail if I held onto some many dreams and goals. True, I may not have accomplished everything I wanted to do. I never climbed mountains, struck gold in the streams, created a five star restaurant, or wound up making millions of dollars on a good investment. But I did end up writing, and reading, and performing, teaching, and marrying the woman I loved before starting a family I adored.
So, yeah, a half dozen goals out of ten ain’t nothing to sneeze at.
Bound is a style of the font from letters. Lettres in bound is used to take atention.
It’s not that I have any other choice but this. In this manner, and all others, my lack of experience leads me back to the same starting point. My throat dries and my arms ache as they try to hold this weight up. All I can do is wait for the day to repeat.
My wrists could not move freely; there were no trees in my dreams
But it was all inside of me
In the frightening open sky of memory
trapped, restless, unnapologetic
i’m no longer in the sun
there are no trees in my dreams
The crowd is suffocating
He is gagged and bound, the ropes at his feet cutting off the circulation to his hands and feet. He is grateful for that, now he can’t feel the pain. Blood drips from his ankles.
Dawn filters from the tiny window above his cell, that means it’s time.
Bound by? Yes. Bound rhymes with hound, mound, sound. Bounded by what? Life, nature vs. nurture. Yup. Bounded by your parents, families, idea of what you ‘should’ do. Bounding circumstances. Bound. I am bounded by everyone else.
Why am I doing this again? why do I always come crawling back to you, like some snake looking or something to devour? is in the farmer’s blame for carrying the snake in his bosom, or the snake thinking it could ever overcome its nature? it was the snake that tempted Eve to eat the apple.
I am homeward bound. I pass the fences that form the boundaries of my home. I see the walls that bound my domain. I am bound to arrive shortly, surely, if only I weren’t bound in… this. These bounds.
After all these years, its come again. Not quite awake, not quite asleep I start my descent. My legs are making good pace, moving like bicycle spokes. Faster, faster, arms waving. Up and down, furiously. More furiously now, trying to get the lift. And I finally in a wild gust of momentum I feel it, that gentle spring like a leg up from the universe. If I keep flapping my arms now I know I’ll make it. I’m lighter and rising, over the telegraph wires, higher, now I’m soaring over Mrs McGowan’s place. I can see her washing waving back at me, dancing in the sunshine. The scary man will never get me now. I spread my wings and feel the wind kissing my face. I can control my movements now, ducking and weaving, sweeping in over backyards and laneways littered with bits of broken cars. There is the green of the park and the blue of the sky and just me inbetween, alive and brilliant.
And then I see myself. Just a picture in my head. My adult self. And I remember I am bound to fall.
All she could see of any light was the small beam coming through the nearest window, (which was also the smallest on the ship).
She heard someone talking on the other side of the door, she just had to get closer, but the ropes bound around her wrists and ankles, had no more slack for her to get any farther away from the wall.
bound like shared smiles in dim-lit rooms, bound like fingertips dancing over gooseflesh, bound like trembling kisses; bound like first love thought unclean, two girls affixed and never letting go
Bound between our DNA strands, trapped in the helix. Him and I, the cigarettes, the blue leaking veins, the secret loves, the private pain, all of it bundled in our blood. The porch swing is creaking, the night is hazy. It’s love or it’s slavery.
Bound and determined to find a damn job before I run out of money. I can’t let my family think I’m a loser.
I amm bound to believe that there is something better waiting for me at the gates of god, of heaven. I can only dream that someone cares enough to show me the way before that preciple that momentous event i need helpi need love i am bound to despair.
Forced into a place they didn’t understand. He was unable to separate what he wanted from what he needed. Struggling forward towards the distant future. It all seems so futile when it’s clear that we have been bound by fate to complete this.
It was bound to go wrong. The whole plan was.
They were going to fail.
Those were the thoughts going around in Billy’s head as he watched his friends gather supplies.
They’d need rope. A flashlight…. John wouldn’t go anywhere without a few candy bars.
They were going to need a lot of luck if they were going to succeed, that’s for sure.