You know those moms who decide to put their kids on leashes? I just don’t understand that. They should be able to control their child (who is a human) without treating them like animals. It almost like dehumanization, except with little children…
adrian
Dog’s often have leashes because that is how we choose to treat man’s best friend. Imprisoned by a a cloth of fabric around it’s neck.
Kelsey
The dog pulled at the leash. I think of my dog, Keira, and walks in the park. She is big and black (Labradoodle!) and tugs alot. I love her so much though, she is my best friend.
I hate those leashes parents keep on their children. It seems like a lazy way to parent. If your child runs off, then you punish the child. Just keeping them on a leash is degrading and is a cop-out to not parenting.
The leash tightened around my neck. It was a horrid thing, all stringy black leather, worn in some areas, disgustingly new in others. It choked and pulled, rubbing raw spots. The lady who held the end of it warbled and preened at me, trying to get me to hurry along.
Mariah Grey
My dog has a black leash. I wish it were green to match his collar. I keep his leash in the stairwell. Everytime we come in from a walk I make sure I take his collar off as well and keep it with the leash.
jackie
Sometimes we knowingly and willingly accept the restraints on ourselves. We embrace (sometimes enthusiastically) the leash of a mortgage, workaday life, the restraints of friends and family. We never test the strength of the bars that hold us in our jail cells … and you know, sometimes we are happy with what we’ve got! But what an irony there is in our pathetic attempts to convince the more free and happier of those amongst us that they “should” live the lives we have.
bobo
Did anyone know that people put their kids on leashes? So they don’t run away, or trouble other people, or go talk to strangers and stuff? Does it seem weird? Cruel, even? Personally, I think it’s a great idea!
to hold onto something so tight feels wrong. but leashes exist all over. we must all hold on to something, feel compelled to. we do not trust that something will stay just because.
Reisdasch
Keeping a short leash is important – for dogs and cats; a leash is not to be kept short on humans.
John
the dog jumped off its leash and devoured the rotten food in the garbage can.
Jim
The leash was coiled around my neck. I had learned not to run, for if I ran, it would come out the worse for me. The leash would strain against my skin, making hard red burn marks.
He slid the leash around her neck, tightening the collar to an uncomfortable but safe position. She kneeled down and began to walk in front of him, keeping him safely in tow. She truly was his bitch.
No matter what she did, she would always be on a leash. Her parents wouldn’t let her do anything she wanted, it was like they OWNED her. Whatever they wanted her to do, they could do it. “Heal, Stop, Quiet, Go”. She has no control.
You look at me with compassion that tries to suggest that you’ve done nothing wrong. But I can smell her on you, and I can feel her when I kiss you; her presence lingers about you in the way you carry yourself, and in the way you touch me now. So I shrank away from your fingertips on my skin, and felt the stillness in the air as you understood. I can’t keep you on a leash. At this point, I wouldn’t want to even if I could
You tie on to me with your hooks of loving and I am titilated by your embrace and grasp. How could one not feel the hold of your deep river of fire the warmth as you graze upon the skin standing, oh standing on end. !
Veronica
He never lets me go, I’m keep on his leash. All I want is a bit of freedom but he can’t even give me that. I try to run but he always finds me. Always. I just need some time – a month, a week, even just a day – to enjoy myself.
Unleash the dog. unchain my heart. set them both after the postman. knock him down and eat all his fears, just for something unusual to do. and when it’s all over…
Will you do the same for me, good sir?
Fuck no! you chased me down, freaked me out, I pissed myself and now I’m behind schedule on my route!
His fucking schedule… Shows how quickly fear is replenished, how sustainable it is. If only it would stop stomachs from rumbling.
Don’t put me on a leash. Plain and simple.
You know those moms who decide to put their kids on leashes? I just don’t understand that. They should be able to control their child (who is a human) without treating them like animals. It almost like dehumanization, except with little children…
Dog’s often have leashes because that is how we choose to treat man’s best friend. Imprisoned by a a cloth of fabric around it’s neck.
The dog pulled at the leash. I think of my dog, Keira, and walks in the park. She is big and black (Labradoodle!) and tugs alot. I love her so much though, she is my best friend.
I hate those leashes parents keep on their children. It seems like a lazy way to parent. If your child runs off, then you punish the child. Just keeping them on a leash is degrading and is a cop-out to not parenting.
Listen. I am right here, where I have always been. I am yours to use. I am you. Unleash me.
The leash tightened around my neck. It was a horrid thing, all stringy black leather, worn in some areas, disgustingly new in others. It choked and pulled, rubbing raw spots. The lady who held the end of it warbled and preened at me, trying to get me to hurry along.
My dog has a black leash. I wish it were green to match his collar. I keep his leash in the stairwell. Everytime we come in from a walk I make sure I take his collar off as well and keep it with the leash.
Sometimes we knowingly and willingly accept the restraints on ourselves. We embrace (sometimes enthusiastically) the leash of a mortgage, workaday life, the restraints of friends and family. We never test the strength of the bars that hold us in our jail cells … and you know, sometimes we are happy with what we’ve got! But what an irony there is in our pathetic attempts to convince the more free and happier of those amongst us that they “should” live the lives we have.
Did anyone know that people put their kids on leashes? So they don’t run away, or trouble other people, or go talk to strangers and stuff? Does it seem weird? Cruel, even? Personally, I think it’s a great idea!
to hold onto something so tight feels wrong. but leashes exist all over. we must all hold on to something, feel compelled to. we do not trust that something will stay just because.
Keeping a short leash is important – for dogs and cats; a leash is not to be kept short on humans.
the dog jumped off its leash and devoured the rotten food in the garbage can.
The leash was coiled around my neck. I had learned not to run, for if I ran, it would come out the worse for me. The leash would strain against my skin, making hard red burn marks.
He slid the leash around her neck, tightening the collar to an uncomfortable but safe position. She kneeled down and began to walk in front of him, keeping him safely in tow. She truly was his bitch.
it’s the thing that holds you back.
holds you in toe.
holds you at a safe distance.
it’s the thing that makes you
wonder
why won’t she just let go.
No matter what she did, she would always be on a leash. Her parents wouldn’t let her do anything she wanted, it was like they OWNED her. Whatever they wanted her to do, they could do it. “Heal, Stop, Quiet, Go”. She has no control.
You look at me with compassion that tries to suggest that you’ve done nothing wrong. But I can smell her on you, and I can feel her when I kiss you; her presence lingers about you in the way you carry yourself, and in the way you touch me now. So I shrank away from your fingertips on my skin, and felt the stillness in the air as you understood. I can’t keep you on a leash. At this point, I wouldn’t want to even if I could
You tie on to me with your hooks of loving and I am titilated by your embrace and grasp. How could one not feel the hold of your deep river of fire the warmth as you graze upon the skin standing, oh standing on end. !
He never lets me go, I’m keep on his leash. All I want is a bit of freedom but he can’t even give me that. I try to run but he always finds me. Always. I just need some time – a month, a week, even just a day – to enjoy myself.
Unleash the dog. unchain my heart. set them both after the postman. knock him down and eat all his fears, just for something unusual to do. and when it’s all over…
Will you do the same for me, good sir?
Fuck no! you chased me down, freaked me out, I pissed myself and now I’m behind schedule on my route!
His fucking schedule… Shows how quickly fear is replenished, how sustainable it is. If only it would stop stomachs from rumbling.