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aj heatherly Nov 2016
the chains of our
youth did not exist
as you may recall;
decisions made by
the flip of a switch,
seconds before hands
rose towards the sky.

novel textures fit
between fingers; smooth,
crisp – colors perfected by the
unwieldy and wild.
all a respite for
a world upon which hands
lay straight lines.
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Copyright 2016 Anthony Heatherly
Sethnicity Dec 2016
Why *** lie *** mowing a way Black Reigns, Pull in spite blue wind Blow win Chains

Saw row dove in foam pie strains stare his pleasure bee twin faux brick dames

Lies tat lie wow stains high streets raking like father calls, waking

Sleep shaking width gall dis charity may sky is carry me disdain forsaken

Smile the sight sauced swirled dreams key drown complacent
Visually stimulated, Beat sequence motivated.
Menasria hafid Oct 2016
Hein...

            my courage to break the chain
             is your chance to smile again
Who cares? If it's my life??
Viseract Oct 2016
If only I had strength of heart and mind,
So easily could I leave my chains behind...
Ahhh, the past... how you influence my present and restrain my future....
Joshua Penrod Sep 2016
Could I in my own efforts, pick myself up if I were dead?
Could I in my own efforts, heal the wounds which I continue to inflict
Could I in my own efforts, prepare to mend the sickness for which I have no cure?
Could I in my own effort, become the person I want too, but don't have the means to become

Could I in my own efforts, harness the power and the strength that I simply do not possess on my own
could I possibly in my own efforts, conquer something in my past that I have failed to over come

The answer is elegant yet most simple, of course I could not!
Could I in my own efforts fall to my knees
Could I in my own efforts, weep and lay still
Could I in my own efforts, move not one inch
Could I in my own efforts, utter a cry for help
Could I in my own efforts be liberated?
Not without a liberator good and strong to break down the gates
And I ask myself will I call for such liberation

The answer has come when I fear I shall not be liberated.
And so in my state I confess that I, am in need of a liberator
Ravanna Dee Sep 2016
Only those who've worn chains,
can understand the freedom of falling...
Sometimes falling for someone is breaking free from chains that have held you captive.
Writing prompt.
When I become lunatic keep me in chains
But what I request is do not leave me alone
I am ready to take my cross thru disdains
As a plain man I have committed sins I own

If you travel with me like an image of love
All difficulties will vanish like blown wind
I know when I move you travel just above
Take me on and please never ever rescind

That bond of love that chain of communion
To enjoy real comradeship to be really one
At the peril of love let us celebrate reunion
Let us be in love like a burning blazon sun

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Take me as your very own
tie me as your love demands
use me now and use me fully
force me down to your commands

I need to know your chains upon me
such craving there will always be
to want your ropes to hurt my body
so your bonds will set me free

Submission is my total needing
wanting you to make it so
taking me to places strangely
where I cannot help but go

You’re the one who now must hold me
I’ve sold myself to your control
with my freedom gone forever
now that you possess my soul

so tie me tighter yet and tighter
my screams must bite the gag you give
use my mind to make me suffer
this is how I want to live.


.....Francesca Anderssen 2016
I write verse from the place I know---deepwithin me.
******* and submission are my delight within a loving relationship, between two people who care about each other and the intensity that can bring
I write of what I know from life as I have lived it. ***** yes, but in the company of liked minded people who have invariably been kind and courteous
My book of collected verse is on Amazon (**** Verse Francesca Anderssen)
on kindle and paperback
What combination of words equals beauty.
What poem or sonnet could change the world we see.
If imagination is endless and we are truly free.
Why can't I break the chains that bind me.

Deep into that darkness peering
Long I'll stand wondering but never fearing.
My mouth will not be a prison for words that my mind has condemned
My hand will not be stayed or swayed to withhold the writing that refuses to be said

My statements will be bold and my questions will go unanswered.
Unanswered yet people will know they have been asked as if political correctness was murdered.
I will be charged and found guilty
But I will break the chains that bind me
One has to carry along his cross till death
Man is chained from first till the last breath
Entire life is hidden and is just like a myth
What we do is to continuously pay the tith

Let us go with just the flow of life to glow
What we aspire for is a an archer and bow
At times trials , tribulations  make us blow
Entire life is a circus and a wonderful show

The distance between man and God increased
Eyes at a point became worthless and ceased
A heart less man is but permanently deceased
With bartered body,heart and soul fully leased

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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