#leash
im tired
of keeping myself on a short leash
and getting disappointed
when i think you would release me
when all you do is make it shorter.
May 27, 2022
May 27, 2022 at 11:36 PM UTC
At last,
I feel at ease
Alas,
There goes the leash
I am far too young to be bound,
far too old to stay around
Clueless of what there'll be
outside, I might as well feel lonely
I need no freedom
For in this cage,
I am free
And at last,
I feel at ease
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC
Sometimes you just have to let loose from that leash and dance until you dance into a wall. :)
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC
#A tug of the string
Pulls me back
Into your reality
With a thwack!
Head throbbing and left questioning
Is this a leash or a noose?
Curiosity is festering
Step to the cliff’s edge
Will I be left to hang
Over the ledge
Or am I a boomerang?#
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
#
It felt like I was the reason things started going wrong in your life
The leash of guilt tightening firmly around my neck
Was it love?
or
Was it Pity?
It sounds stupid,
But once I was tied up in this invisible cage
I found it hard to escape from you
Like an idiot, I forgave you numerous times
For you knew how to twist things around
And every time i did something
I could feel as though this guilt was loosening
Even if it was just a bit,
I thought this is a fair price to pay
As he needs me
As much
As I need him
But we both know that together we are Toxic
#
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 3:21 AM UTC
The mind is a misuse of reflections,
we gaze upon the maddening of our
life and make order from a doddle
of randomness.
"A tree barks, still no one hears it?
We have the wisdom of moments,
but are we still infants in the scheme
of our growth. Are we still crawling,
but the illusion of us standing gently wilts.
"Freedom is a leash, getting tighter everyday,
Sleep is the illusion of time, for we wake
reliving the same day, but envision it as new.
Time is non-existent, were just a tape replaying
different moments till its overplayed then just ceases.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 5:50 AM UTC
Your tongue was a leash, and it had held me captive for far too long.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
You feel the sweat drip down,
Your tender neck, and all across your crown.
With a little flick of the whip,
That turns your frown upside down.
Curious, in thought but not in action,
For a sensuous kiss, the only reaction.
Woof woof, little dancing man,
You're only one among many a faction.
Straight up serenades, down familiar alleys,
Too mesmerised to notice this entrancing folly.
Crawl through mud and gold alike,
And feel the force of a thousand strong rally.
Woof woof, you creature of hope,
Have you tasted the threads on this rope?
A silky, sweet aftertaste on your lips lingers,
Fluctuating your heart on this emotional slope.
Those seductive hands around your neck,
A lipstick brace, constructed from pecks.
Tad too tight, you can see the marks,
Get out of this reverie, and go on and check.
Woof woof, oh you puppet dangling from above,
Entangled in this wicked business called love.
Oh yes, it does most definitely exist ,
Haven't you heard of the two white doves?
Bite not the hand that feeds, they say,
Don't they realise that you're the prey?
A flicker of the lashes, and you're all gone,
All to give, with nothing to say.
Woof woof, you helpless soul,
In too deep, for this is your toll.
Forever a doll, a plaything of desire,
But you don't care, you like this role.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 7:20 AM UTC
our flock creeps blissfully towards the abyss
we do not feel the tightened leash any longer
our heads full of beaming ignorance
because the network keeps us socially
alive
our flock ***** judgements and squeezes them
laughing in other eyes until also the exaltation
that still remains becomes ordinary and slowly
extinguishes into a darkness in which no child
can read
our flock could graze upon new lands
but prefers to stay in a barren circle
pacing up and down
up and down
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
She is beautiful.
Her smile can light up a room.
Her drive is unmatched by any other.
Her laugh is precious.
Her voice is as sweet as sugar.
Everything she does is magical.
I am battle-tested.
My smile can light up my paper.
My drive is unmatched by any other.
My laugh is required.
My voice is used to write these words.
Everything I do is poetic.
But, alas, we can never be together.
Because the poison she emits from her soul to touch me,
Mixed with the blood I bleed on this paper for my art,
Will never be a good combination.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
I think I must be a tarnished bobbin
or a spool,
Or something you think you can
reel in
Like a golden thread or a worn leash.
My answers may not wrap around your
little ego the way you would
like them to.
But sometimes bobbins and spools
need to unwind too.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
I'm a ***** fowl-mouthed mutt
With a leash like no other
I've seen your light of day
It compares to no other
An Angel in disguise
Holds my collar tight
If I fight back
I'll surely lose sight
A mutt sees different shades of grey
But you made me see
You're in control
Not me
I do a bit more than care
If I do as I heed
And and I do as you say
I'll have more than I need
You're fair but strict
And you've never been wrong
Before but now you're being crazy
Waiting everlong?
While I'm still on a leash
You're still my drug
Poison me slowly
And teach me to run
Tease me enough?
You look at me with those eyes
And as they meet mine
A piece of me dies
We're both control freaks
A mutt and an Angel
Fighting for one thing
Who's going headfirst into hell
I know I'm bad
I know I'm a mutt
And if you say so
I guess I'll stay put
Tug on my ear
Tell me to go
Tell me to fetch
The answer won't be no
Before you no nickname was right
Say it and I'm on the seed of poppy
The name stuck for a reason
I'm just another puppy
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
To break free
That is commonly said
For things such as cages and chains
Though there exist
The chain that binds
For things such as relationships
The dog that is bound
To a leash and tree
Seeks the pleasure to be free
But there are dogs
Happy to be leashed
As they are well fed and safe by the tree
So do we break
Or keep the sake
Of the chains that bind, we
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
I have dreams, just like you
I want to make mine come true
But every time I try to reach for it,
You pull me down into the pit
You shove me with errands, which are yours
I am tied up again without a cure
I shed tears and stare up into the sky,
And wave my dreams goodbye.
-Zainab Attari
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC