een ketting van woorden, meer is het niet, een gedicht is een ketting van woorden, de samenhang ontstaat bij het lezen, bij het schrijven is het er nog niet, het schrijven is de weerslag van het creatief proces, per definitie een chaos, de orde komt wanneer de chaos wordt gelezen, gezien door de schrijver
een ketting van woorden, meer is het niet, een gedicht is een ketting van woorden, de samenhang toont zich bij het lezen, niet per se bij het schrijven, het schrijven komt voor het lezen, het schrijven is de weerslag van het creatief proces, per definitie een chaos, de orde komt
Diederd Kronjee
The chains that you left here still hold me back. I fucking hate you for it. This weight around my neck strangles me and chokes the life from my lungs.
Angie
the rotations keep it going. the momentum keeps it flowing. kinetic energy won’t let you stop. remember your legs or else you’ll drop. the chain is the link to all those parts. thank goodness for this. thank goodness for hearts.
The chain was slipped around her ankles. She couldn’t move. It was icy cold and steel grey. She couldn’t leave the warehouse. Ever.
Emilee
I feel bound. Like I can only be this one person. Even though there are millions of things shouting at me. Telling me I can break free. I feel like I can achieve it. Liberation. I start to move forward. Then something pulls me right back in front of the starting line again.
Life’s a chain reaction. Things happen to the good people and the bad people. No one can control it. Everything we do leads to something else. All we can do is go along for the ride and hope we are making the right decisions. But really… how will we ever know?
Life’s just a chain reaction. Things happen to bad and good people. We can’t control it. Everything we do sparks another event. All we can do is go along for the ride and hope we’re making the right decisions. When really… how will we ever know?
Jillian
I found a chain today. It’s a heavy lead one, hanging by a tree outside my house. I took it in. I don’t know why. I guess I just liked it. Right now it’s sitting on the table and I’m looking at it and I don’t know what to do with it. It’s a big one, probably used to hold large things in place. Like tractors. Or even people.
There’s a chain on my doorstep. Somebody left it there this morning, and it’s been a few hours and I still don’t know why, or what it’s for. It’s an old chain, rusty and loud, but it’s strong. It’s sitting on my table now. I look at it, and it looks at me, if chains can do that. I don’t know what it’s for. Why is it here?
Justin
what the hell is punyeta? So anyway, Yes. Chains. I had a friend who wrote a story about a guy whose alter ego was a hot sexy girl named Chain and she could tear your heart out if you break a promise. It was a great girl, great story, great guy too. Anyway, I don’t know what the hell got into her. Maybe we have chains in our hearts and minds that keeps us tied together.
“You’ve got mail…”
Peter rolled his eyes, as yet another stupid chain letter appeared in his Inbox. “Why the hell do my friends insist on sending me this crap?” It’d become one of those mornings, where something cute or funny or whatever would be ping-ponged around the office, sometimes hitting Peter’s mailbox seven or more times in a single morning. “One of these days, I’m going to have to learn how to set up a junk mail filter on this thing…” he thought, as he clicked DELETE on the message.
A chain of events links everything into one piece of solid truth. Death and life hold the edges and safely wave the others across. Chains are meant to be formed, broken, and mended. Life is nothing without this connection. Love, and let nothing else come before it.
there is a chain that you use for a dog its something that can be on your pants and there are alot of different kind of chains you can use for small dogs and big dogs and even for people they make chains for sexual things to that people do to restrian them there are a lot of things in the world that have chains on them. I dont think this is an interesting topic at all.
megan
love is like3 a golden chain.. u may want to break it but u willl never succeed in breaking it.. it hold u forever in its power and never lets u go.. love is eternal. love’s chain binds two people together alwz.
kunu
i ride bikes, bikes have a chain. with out the chain i wouldent be able to ride fast and go off jumps and o tricks.. who ever invented the chain is really smart cause without the chain there would be no bike.. a world without bikes would be shitty.
eric g byrne
I was led on a thick steel chain towards the large bubbling volcano. My dress was torn in several places. I sighed in defeat, I was going to be a slave for a while inless I broke out.
chains are for holding things together, like gates i guess, and just. things. i’m not sure what to write about chains. it reminds me of sado-masochism, the sex thing, i guess people like to use chains to whip each other or something and it gets them aroused i guess. Uh. Y’know. Chains are use to make scary noises for stuff, like in scary movies i think. So y’know.
Jim
chains rattle and shake and spook me. It isn’t Halloween. It’s my monthly visit to the Harrisburg Prison, on the outskirts of Pennsylvania.
“Could it not be a valiant goal,” he asked of me, “to strive to break the chains of physicality?”
neo
Letters form chains. People form chains. Chains of destiny, chains of bonds.
Everything is connected. You and I are a chain.
We used to be, anyway.
I’m breaking that chain, and by breaking it, I will change my fate.
Goodbye.
Dana
Before I knew what was happening, I was in chains, wiggling around and spitting insults at my captors. They just tightened the medal chunks that constricted my wrists, causing a cry of pain to escape me. I shut my mouth and allowed them to drag me away, casting one last, longing and loving glance at my mother and little sister before I was taken away into the crowded ship of prisoners.
I almost don’t wanna go there, that place where that chain had me in love. Where I embraced my imprisonment because I knew nothing better, I knew nothing else. Thank you God you’ve freed me from that chain.
Christian Zoll
Loki pulled at his bonds, panting for breath. The snake hissed above him, and Sigyn’s arms trembled as she lifted up the bowl once again.
He could feel the chains, heavy on his arms and legs as always.
How gruesome a punishment.
Would he have changed anything if he had known how it would turn out? That his son would be forced to give his life to chain his father?
He didn’t know.
And then the bowl filled again and his world was nothing but pain.
Quill
Our throats are constricted by heavy chains – no one is around to hear our convoluted screams. How can we survive in a world full of obstructed thoughts?
Ida
we are in the chain of troubles
how are we to get out of this chains
chain me and show me your love
these rusty gold chains
the chain of love that kept us going
it is now gone, the chain of love
chain oh chains
Fitriyah
it’s something i’d use if i was having sexual relations with someone. it’s silver and the texture is metaliic, it hurts if one uses too much impact on something or someone. It also can be great for animals!
Maha
So if the chain is on your door i understand. Taylor swift is one of the most inspiring song writers of all time. That line in particular is one of my favorites from Back to December, That song makes me cry a lot because it is about Taylor Lautner and i love him so much and it just reminds me of Bella and Jacob.
Rebekah
A plastic chain was hanging on the shelf. Depression had set it self in motion. Others had things and he had none. No toys, trinkets or snacks just alone in the world.
I couldn’t have possibly known it at the time, but I was responsible for everything that was to come. Indirectly, of course. My first step of the plane and into a strange old city full of history and secrets sent out ripples, spreading out wider and wider and touching things that I could never have anticipated. I accidentally set off a chain reaction and am still surprised by all of the changes that came with it, even now.
necklace
bike chain
cars
jail
house
bed
safe
basement
two chains
three chains
cars
rappers
singers
devyn
the chain dragged slowly against the cold steel floor. Terror shattered my very core, I was helpless. All I could do was wait for the thing that will soon reach its pray…
There was now a chink in the metal, a frailness that had slipped beneath my awareness; a girl who thought too much, who knew too much. She frightened the rest of them, and put me in a very difficult position. A chain with a missing link rattled beneath my fingers, slowly falling apart.
At the bottom of the chasm there lay a spike.
Buried deep into the the Earth it held a row of iron links – each connected in series to one another. All but one were cast with the strength of a thousand centuries.
Bradley
the chain is the bond that holds me inside this prison. dark walls surround me in the feeling that my mind, no matter what i do, is controlled by fear. chains are the link and the bond between people, which fear sometimes helps to create. i see a chain of fear around the world that ultimately creates hope. that hope creates longing, which creates positive change.
Jon
Kurt pulled Blaine close tying the chain around his ankles and bringing him closer to the bed,
“You’ve been very bad today Blaine”
“Yes King Kurt, I’m sorry but I haven’t eaten in days and I really was so hungry”
“Yes, well know you’ll be in the dungeon for your wrongs” Kurt smirked, he really enjoyed hurting his slaves.
“But master please don’t punish me” Blaine begged.
“One of the guards poked at him with a stick through the bars of his 4 by 4 cell, Kurt just smirked and walked away.
The chain hung loosely around his large, fur-matted neck, as he blindly pulled the links through his fingers.
een ketting van woorden, meer is het niet, een gedicht is een ketting van woorden, de samenhang ontstaat bij het lezen, bij het schrijven is het er nog niet, het schrijven is de weerslag van het creatief proces, per definitie een chaos, de orde komt wanneer de chaos wordt gelezen, gezien door de schrijver
een ketting van woorden, meer is het niet, een gedicht is een ketting van woorden, de samenhang toont zich bij het lezen, niet per se bij het schrijven, het schrijven komt voor het lezen, het schrijven is de weerslag van het creatief proces, per definitie een chaos, de orde komt
The chains that you left here still hold me back. I fucking hate you for it. This weight around my neck strangles me and chokes the life from my lungs.
the rotations keep it going. the momentum keeps it flowing. kinetic energy won’t let you stop. remember your legs or else you’ll drop. the chain is the link to all those parts. thank goodness for this. thank goodness for hearts.
yayy bikes!
The chain was slipped around her ankles. She couldn’t move. It was icy cold and steel grey. She couldn’t leave the warehouse. Ever.
I feel bound. Like I can only be this one person. Even though there are millions of things shouting at me. Telling me I can break free. I feel like I can achieve it. Liberation. I start to move forward. Then something pulls me right back in front of the starting line again.
Life’s a chain reaction. Things happen to the good people and the bad people. No one can control it. Everything we do leads to something else. All we can do is go along for the ride and hope we are making the right decisions. But really… how will we ever know?
Life’s just a chain reaction. Things happen to bad and good people. We can’t control it. Everything we do sparks another event. All we can do is go along for the ride and hope we’re making the right decisions. When really… how will we ever know?
I found a chain today. It’s a heavy lead one, hanging by a tree outside my house. I took it in. I don’t know why. I guess I just liked it. Right now it’s sitting on the table and I’m looking at it and I don’t know what to do with it. It’s a big one, probably used to hold large things in place. Like tractors. Or even people.
There’s a chain on my doorstep. Somebody left it there this morning, and it’s been a few hours and I still don’t know why, or what it’s for. It’s an old chain, rusty and loud, but it’s strong. It’s sitting on my table now. I look at it, and it looks at me, if chains can do that. I don’t know what it’s for. Why is it here?
what the hell is punyeta? So anyway, Yes. Chains. I had a friend who wrote a story about a guy whose alter ego was a hot sexy girl named Chain and she could tear your heart out if you break a promise. It was a great girl, great story, great guy too. Anyway, I don’t know what the hell got into her. Maybe we have chains in our hearts and minds that keeps us tied together.
two chains
“You’ve got mail…”
Peter rolled his eyes, as yet another stupid chain letter appeared in his Inbox. “Why the hell do my friends insist on sending me this crap?” It’d become one of those mornings, where something cute or funny or whatever would be ping-ponged around the office, sometimes hitting Peter’s mailbox seven or more times in a single morning. “One of these days, I’m going to have to learn how to set up a junk mail filter on this thing…” he thought, as he clicked DELETE on the message.
A chain of events links everything into one piece of solid truth. Death and life hold the edges and safely wave the others across. Chains are meant to be formed, broken, and mended. Life is nothing without this connection. Love, and let nothing else come before it.
There is a chain that holds us in this world. and It is our job to break that chain in order to be free and be able to do anything we desire.
there is a chain that you use for a dog its something that can be on your pants and there are alot of different kind of chains you can use for small dogs and big dogs and even for people they make chains for sexual things to that people do to restrian them there are a lot of things in the world that have chains on them. I dont think this is an interesting topic at all.
love is like3 a golden chain.. u may want to break it but u willl never succeed in breaking it.. it hold u forever in its power and never lets u go.. love is eternal. love’s chain binds two people together alwz.
i ride bikes, bikes have a chain. with out the chain i wouldent be able to ride fast and go off jumps and o tricks.. who ever invented the chain is really smart cause without the chain there would be no bike.. a world without bikes would be shitty.
I was led on a thick steel chain towards the large bubbling volcano. My dress was torn in several places. I sighed in defeat, I was going to be a slave for a while inless I broke out.
The chain link fence was getting closer as I ran. I could see the metal through the mist. I ran, keeping it in sight. Getting closer and closer.
chains are for holding things together, like gates i guess, and just. things. i’m not sure what to write about chains. it reminds me of sado-masochism, the sex thing, i guess people like to use chains to whip each other or something and it gets them aroused i guess. Uh. Y’know. Chains are use to make scary noises for stuff, like in scary movies i think. So y’know.
chains rattle and shake and spook me. It isn’t Halloween. It’s my monthly visit to the Harrisburg Prison, on the outskirts of Pennsylvania.
“Could it not be a valiant goal,” he asked of me, “to strive to break the chains of physicality?”
Letters form chains. People form chains. Chains of destiny, chains of bonds.
Everything is connected. You and I are a chain.
We used to be, anyway.
I’m breaking that chain, and by breaking it, I will change my fate.
Goodbye.
Before I knew what was happening, I was in chains, wiggling around and spitting insults at my captors. They just tightened the medal chunks that constricted my wrists, causing a cry of pain to escape me. I shut my mouth and allowed them to drag me away, casting one last, longing and loving glance at my mother and little sister before I was taken away into the crowded ship of prisoners.
I almost don’t wanna go there, that place where that chain had me in love. Where I embraced my imprisonment because I knew nothing better, I knew nothing else. Thank you God you’ve freed me from that chain.
Loki pulled at his bonds, panting for breath. The snake hissed above him, and Sigyn’s arms trembled as she lifted up the bowl once again.
He could feel the chains, heavy on his arms and legs as always.
How gruesome a punishment.
Would he have changed anything if he had known how it would turn out? That his son would be forced to give his life to chain his father?
He didn’t know.
And then the bowl filled again and his world was nothing but pain.
Our throats are constricted by heavy chains – no one is around to hear our convoluted screams. How can we survive in a world full of obstructed thoughts?
we are in the chain of troubles
how are we to get out of this chains
chain me and show me your love
these rusty gold chains
the chain of love that kept us going
it is now gone, the chain of love
chain oh chains
it’s something i’d use if i was having sexual relations with someone. it’s silver and the texture is metaliic, it hurts if one uses too much impact on something or someone. It also can be great for animals!
So if the chain is on your door i understand. Taylor swift is one of the most inspiring song writers of all time. That line in particular is one of my favorites from Back to December, That song makes me cry a lot because it is about Taylor Lautner and i love him so much and it just reminds me of Bella and Jacob.
A plastic chain was hanging on the shelf. Depression had set it self in motion. Others had things and he had none. No toys, trinkets or snacks just alone in the world.
I couldn’t have possibly known it at the time, but I was responsible for everything that was to come. Indirectly, of course. My first step of the plane and into a strange old city full of history and secrets sent out ripples, spreading out wider and wider and touching things that I could never have anticipated. I accidentally set off a chain reaction and am still surprised by all of the changes that came with it, even now.
necklace
bike chain
cars
jail
house
bed
safe
basement
two chains
three chains
cars
rappers
singers
the chain dragged slowly against the cold steel floor. Terror shattered my very core, I was helpless. All I could do was wait for the thing that will soon reach its pray…
There was now a chink in the metal, a frailness that had slipped beneath my awareness; a girl who thought too much, who knew too much. She frightened the rest of them, and put me in a very difficult position. A chain with a missing link rattled beneath my fingers, slowly falling apart.
At the bottom of the chasm there lay a spike.
Buried deep into the the Earth it held a row of iron links – each connected in series to one another. All but one were cast with the strength of a thousand centuries.
the chain is the bond that holds me inside this prison. dark walls surround me in the feeling that my mind, no matter what i do, is controlled by fear. chains are the link and the bond between people, which fear sometimes helps to create. i see a chain of fear around the world that ultimately creates hope. that hope creates longing, which creates positive change.
Kurt pulled Blaine close tying the chain around his ankles and bringing him closer to the bed,
“You’ve been very bad today Blaine”
“Yes King Kurt, I’m sorry but I haven’t eaten in days and I really was so hungry”
“Yes, well know you’ll be in the dungeon for your wrongs” Kurt smirked, he really enjoyed hurting his slaves.
“But master please don’t punish me” Blaine begged.
“One of the guards poked at him with a stick through the bars of his 4 by 4 cell, Kurt just smirked and walked away.