#bound
teeth flash white, jaw snaps
carnivorous, ravenous
emaciated
beastly, starving thing
terrible in it's fury
confined no longer
violence, a staple
peace is a foreign concept,
home is where hearts stop
primordial urge
adrenal hunger, straining
Against iron chains.
calloused, chafed raw
visceral instincts woken
from a brumal sleep
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 10:20 AM UTC
If I can't be all of me and be a part of you then I can't see us as a we I won't change myself for you I won't tone myself down or be put in chains just because you're around I will not be restrained I will not be bound until nothing left of me remains
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 3:21 PM UTC
Our planet earth is round, covered with cities & small towns,
Every few months a new season comes around, we should all be happy,
Floating in space, where ever were bound. We cannot jump off, gravity,
Will keep us on the ground, Listen, for a real true reason, be still, answers,
Come in words of sound, With respect to others, search for your inner self,
It is there to be found, morals, true feelings, surviving together, more,
Honor and pleasure, then wearing a gold crown. Evil always tries,
To destroy the good, they never rise up the ladder, their thought always down,
Explore your true thoughts, and feelings, look alone, changes make us grow,
Experience, walk a different path, try, humans were not made to be pot-bound.
Your personal home, inside and out, a reflection, of you, your castle, keep peace,
On your street, eliminate neighborhood battle grounds. Life is too short,
There is enough, to share, the way we think creates our attitude, keep positive,
Achievable, goals, with time and effort, life turns around. Many challenges,
Possibilities, appear in life, some were put there for a reason, a precise moment,
Of our journey, We, decide to accept move forward, or turn around, we are each,
To, change our chapters in this life many times, If, you were to experience,
It will be back around life can be a merry-go round.
The Original: Tom Maxwell © 4/18/2022 AD
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 4:01 AM UTC
I've started looking at your location less....
and I mean that's nothing amazing but it's something
it's something that I've taken out of my routine, something I'm not thinking about as much which means your a little less on my mind
still not by much.... but it's enough.
It's almost been a month and I have slowly stopped comparing the days to the last time I saw you or to where we made all those memories I stupidly thought would last forever, I guess that's something else
my standards of 'okay' are not very high which is such a shame because I could really go for the feeling of being whole again
it's just a fond memory that has disappeared into the dark night
or from the moment you left me.
god, I don't think I'll ever forget, your voice, your hands, your smile, the way you'd talk about everything you loved.... I just thought I was one of them.
I should stop writing about you I really should but it's the one thing you didn't take from me, actually you did the opposite, I drown in my words now, they bleed from me.... maybe that's why I feel so empty?
either way it's like a choke hold on me, forcing me to bring up something about you, I am drowning in your memory which is bleeding from my hands uncontrollably.
I just wonder if you think of me?
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 9:00 PM UTC
You see words the same way I do,
With eyes that glow in yearning,
With heart bursting at the seams—
My comrade, you are.
We traverse these dimensions
Of black and white,
Where the smell of papers
Lingers into our lives.
Each smile is a memory,
A dream or an adventure;
We have bonds beyond reality
More precious than any treasure.
It is carved deep into our marrow,
Identical to the myths that we hallow,
The moment you read any prose,
Fate binds us as fellows.
Your mind and my mind
Like God's hands they intertwined,
Creating myriads of realities
That only we could realize.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 8:10 AM UTC
I am here, but I am not
I am numb, yet I can feel
I am blind, but I can see
I am deaf, yet I can hear
I am paralysed, but I can walk
I am alive, yet I am not living
I can talk, but I don’t say a word.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 5:35 PM UTC
#*Worn on a T-shirt
In line with the heart
Why do you need it
Cause opinions
Limit you
Limitless possibilities
Await, unburdened
Being limitless
Can bring limitations
Cause you are bound
Gravitationally*#
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 9:23 AM UTC
Bound
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 14-15
Now it is winter—the coldest night.
And as the light of the streetlamp casts strange shadows to the ground,
I have lost what I once found
in your arms.
Now it is winter—the coldest night.
And as the light of distant Venus fails to penetrate dark panes,
I have remade all my chains
and am bound.
Published as “Why Did I Go?” in my high school journal the Lantern in 1976. I have made slight changes here and there, but the poem is essentially the same as what I wrote in my early teens.
Jun 9, 2024
Jun 9, 2024 at 7:40 PM UTC
You're an angel
I'm the one who's fallen
And I'm bound
To take you down
Where you don't belong
With me
Something I refuse to see
And yes, you are going to get angry
But promise me
Even just a dark corner of your memory
And I'll never expect you to tell me this next part directly
But please forgive me at some point before the end of eternity
And if that's not a possibility you could lie to me maybe
©2024
May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 1:20 AM UTC
I wish things had gone differently
That I’d no longer feel lonely
But that ringing in my ear
Oh is it killing me my dear
And why is the silence so loud
As sharp as noise heard in a crowd
Here staring blankly at the wall
I wonder, why can’t I be whole
The answers I have no yet found
To these questions stuck in my mind
Or maybe it’s that I am blind
And to all ‘ them I’ll remain bound
Apr 30, 2023
Apr 30, 2023 at 7:58 AM UTC
I was not kidding when I said I love you.
I meant it with all my heart,
All my soul,
With all of me,
For I am bound to you,
And that's what my love will ever be.
Jul 18, 2022
Jul 18, 2022 at 10:53 AM UTC
Chained by the rage
Enraged by the cage
Encaged by the gage
Engaged by the chain
Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 7:03 PM UTC
Enraptured by the senses heightened,
Sight stolen by blindfold,
Mobility hindered by bands of silk,
Forced into placidity by restraints.
Blinded abruptly,
Aural faculty's amplified by the loss.
Still, I hear nothing.
Silence so thick it's tangible,
Heavy, weighed down by an anxious nervousness,
Attuned to very vibrations permeating the atmosphere,
Breathing in sync with the pulse of my blood,
Harsh and quick,
Thunderous in the stillness of this contemporary plane.
I'm almost afraid.
Fear exacerbated by acute vulnerability,
Naked to criticism, to contempt, to desecration.
Offered as repast,
Meal to sate invisible mouth,
Chocolate sin to tantalize his tongue,
Displayed and arranged for his feast.
I long to be free.
Wavering between the excitement begotten by thrill,
And a desperate need to escape,
I hang. With nothing to ground me.
Held aloft at another's will.
I long to be free...
Don't I?
Jul 24, 2021
Jul 24, 2021 at 3:06 PM UTC
Oh, you swamp me with charm - get out of my head.
There’s something about you - a warmth - like the comfort of home - that pulls at me.
I study your landscape of attractive surfaces like a star chart - logging my weaknesses - to strengthen my emotional firewall. I WANT you but my “wants” just seem untrustworthy after recent deprivations.
To be honest - I can’t afford you - not now. You’re a delicious pastry - with strings - and I need to cut all my strings.
You’re something younger me would have wanted - before the pandemic, when scandalous thinking was uncomplicated and freedoms taken for granted.
Last year simplified my reality.
Over time, boredom melted me like wax but a new me crossed some threshold of certainty - that to flourish - no, just to survive - I must become more than I am, or find I’m less than I hoped.
In 2019 goals seemed way, way someday things - far off reference points to seek out - like an inchworm. Social details occupied me like an unfocused dementia - there was an unacceptable level of childish thinking.
But now I’m an escapee on the run who won’t be taken back alive. Old attachments must be stripped down and the old world made disposable - if I’m to achieve escape velocity.
Jun 16, 2021
Jun 16, 2021 at 9:39 AM UTC
Why bind me to my own words
You are free from all the strings
I am not moving in years
But you've been flying ever since.
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 1:14 PM UTC
Back in my village, in the middle of a pine forest, I walk for hours radiating yellow and green until the earth swallows me and spits me out as a mystical bird-like being.
Like a peacock, I spread my shimmering, resonating feathers and bow to the giant raptor in the sky.
I can only be obedient to his emanations.
I fly back to my children, to my nest on a magnificent cedar tree. We entangle our necks and feathers in rapture knowing that soon, the earth shall reclaim my original nature.
By the sea I sit and patiently wait to remember why I chose to forget.
The wind moves the waters, and the waves cast the sunlight onto my forehead. I feel the heat increasing as my structure dissolves. I gain back consciousness in an aquatic atmosphere taking a turtle-like form with a shell and humanoid hands. I swim down following a series of glares and vibrations until I reach what is seemingly an immense turtle temple. I feel a sudden danger and crawl back into shell. I open up my eyes and find myself sitting by the sea again.
Life is a journey of appreciation.
I can only surrender and be grateful.
Words Of Harfouchism
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 5:14 AM UTC
a small group of individuals
bound by the intersectionality
of their detriments
meet;
and although alone we stand
in head and heart and hand
together the mind and the heart gave birth
to something each of us forgot were worth:
when we are together, a real person is born
not through the perceptivity of gore and of ****
but of virtue and strength being visible not
to anyone other than us 3 who forgot.
Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 5:24 AM UTC
You and I,
We were walking on the moon.
Not even gravity could bring us down.
Not a care in the world,
It was just us two.
Crash landing,
Home bound
Was the last of what we wanted to do.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 5:52 AM UTC
Two hearts bound,
Twining round
A thorny vine.
It's yours and mine.
Two hearts bleed.
My guilt, your greed.
You took away
My yesterday.
Two hearts kiss.
You longed for this.
I stood my ground.
Now we are bound.
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 11:13 PM UTC
It's as though you are out at sea
And I am bound to those cliffs
Staring out, hoping
Waiting for you to return to me
- Jay M
October 22nd, 2020
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 3:57 PM UTC
Bound
Tie the knot
Tie the noose
Wrap your hands around my throat
So I know we are through.
Lay my head on the bed
Through my eyes, all I see is read.
In love and hate
In truth and lies
I hate that I needed you.
I hate that I wanted you.
Grind the words into my head.
I'll make sure to count every last thread.
I feel the void to numb the pain
But in the end, what's to gain?
In your hate
I found new love..
In the truth
I found true forgiveness.
Here we lie
Bound.
Knife to throat
In a coffin built for you.
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 2:17 PM UTC