Best Bound And Gagged Poems
One day she left her house, feeling out of sorts
as if some premonition spoke to her.
It said to just stay home; to not go out.
No logic in this, though, could she infer.
She ran her errands, then bought groceries.
To her car she went, exiting the store.
Discombobulation hit! Something wasn’t right.
That feeling now she just could not ignore.
A handsome man approached her as she neared her car.
It seemed as if that guy came out of nowhere.
She saw his knife, then felt its menace at her back.
She looked around; the parking lot was bare.
Discomfort and confusion turned into grave fear.
Like acid in her throat, great dread was rising.
Bound and gagged, how she wished she’d listened
to her instinct! Sadly, her fate was not surprising.
Have you heard who’s coming to town?
Why, she’s only the very best actress in around!
She can make you angry, make you cry
She can make you laugh so hard you’ll wonder if you’re high
Always graceful and always sweet
The kind of girl anyone would want to meet
But when the curtain closes at the end of the day
When she removes her mask, and puts it away
She’s just another faceless girl
Empty and alone in an overrated world
But the show must go on, now where’s our star?
She’s bound and gagged in the trunk of her car!
Someone go get her, she’s terribly late
We mustn’t make these darling fans wait
Unbind her hands, but don’t cut the rope
It’s on to the stage and on with the show
Step into the dress and slip on the gloves
There’s the perfect girl we all know and love!
She takes center stage, Mom must be proud
An encore performance dazzles the crowd
And that’s when the curtain falls
She hangs her mask up on the wall
She opens her trunk, so cozy and safe
Slips into her bindings and takes her place
She sighs as she watches the trunk lid close
Hoping that would be her final show.
They say dreams are the gateway to the show, the subconscious
like dreams are the free movies you subscribe to
once you close your eyes
If that's true
then what kind of movies am I subscribed to
What on earth do I think about while I sleep
This nightmare, the images I can't get out of my head
I repeat
incomplete are my thoughts
as I fail to sleep yet these drastic slumbering memories
find a way to seep through the disguise
of a day going all too well
freaking swell
Doctor, doctor
please tell me what all of this means
Doctor, doctor
tell me one thing
is 'delusional' the ailment to my disease
a spectacle of sorts
Doctor, doctor
What does it mean for you to be possessed in comatose by a ghost
then proceed to rip apart your own skin
to remove the demon within
shouting that you will not die today
What does it mean
to witness video game like death
a female apparition scratching names off her list
as she takes life after life
in search for her daughter just to kill her too
then resurrect the players to pursue and destroy again
What sense does any of this make
to be saved by a gaming controller
from a pack of werewolves on an abandoned dirt road
Doctor, doctor
what is your diagnosis
Doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor
could you tell me something, anything
Doctor, doctor
or would you shrug it off
make a joke and tell me to sleep it off
tell me to kill myself in my dreams
so I only find truth in my demise
like a personal cocoon to retreat in
and relive the moment where I thought I was in immortal
only to float back down on my magic carpet
bound and gagged
for me to be killed by corrupt castle guards
till I wake up in a panic
a childhood movie ruined internally
Doctor, doctor
am I delusional or am I really that evil
for even my dreams wish to bury me so far deep in the ground
My angel is bound and gagged
As I still don’t listen for her
No matter what she did to warn me
I ignored and bound her some more
She can’t help me anymore
I’ve secured her in a dark room
Away from any helpful thoughts
And she is completely ignored by me
My angel has now been ruined
For she is of no help anymore
And rendered useless
She now turns to pixie dust
And floats into heaven rejected
Defeated
And with a feeling of being useless
Never will she help another soul
Her powers are gone, forever
Nothing can bring her back
She has been made worthless
What have I done?
What have I done?
Russell Sivey
he stood
among the swasticka's
a star
in the center of chaos
and still
he couldn't comprehend
with ticket in hand
for a train
that was heavily laden
with lost hope
he was bound and gagged
by religion
that was neither practiced
or received
yet he was convicted
by birth
advocating his death
tears would not save him
German words would convict
spoken with accents
of David
yet there would be no
slaying of Goliath
and so he went
without a word in yiddish
to ovens readily heated
and skin was but butter for
German bread
he walked among the gentile's
and was slain
for he was too gentle
like a lamb to the slaughter
they dined on mutton
of Jewish mute
evil knows no boundaries
for it exerts power and control
and those that are complacent
will pay the price with life
Star of David
shone
but was covered
by German eclipse
blocking the glow
extinguishing the flame
Fixed under water glass
Like a splinter beneath Poseidon's skin
There is no Sunday
And no one knows Rhyme
With her cool hands
And her goat's feet.
There are only
Walking dead
From whose wool-lined mouths
Pour blindfolds
And broken keys
Strangle holds
And bloody knees.
Rapunzel bruised
Left for dead forgotten
Bound and gagged
By her own golden hair.
Drowning in the Valium Bath
Warm and blind
Dying slow
But unaware.
Here I sit, as the King upon my throne.
Logic bound and gagged by Fight and Flight.
Amygdala, my Kingdom of hormones,
turn up heart rate, improve hearing and sight.
Perspiration, my signature cologne.
Tonight he saw within her eyes
A different kind of light
Laying beneath her smokey glance
Was a passion to start a fire
He knew what he had done
He thought it was a secret
But the look of disgust upon her face
Got him thinking different
This night not like the ones before
She was cold and so direct
Not like the girl he knew
All giggles and layed back
She poured them both a glass of wine
Than offered herself to him
But tonight he would be bound and gagged
At her every command
She slipped into her satin gown
With slit up to her thighs
She watched in amusement as
He undressed her with his eyes
Knowing he couldn't touch her
She touched and taunted him
Making him gasp and beg
Then she slowly slipped his silk tie
Around his head covering up his eyes
Promising to loosen his hands
Laughing as she lied
The games that she did play
He quite rather enjoyed
But what was to become of him
No horror story could top
So here he sits all bound up
No vision, no voice
She pulled some scissors from the drawer
Slowly she began to slice
It felt so good to seek revenge
The power she held within her hands
She said aloud so he could hear
You'll never hurt me like this again
A little mistake he thought he made
Turned out to cost his life
This is what happens in movies
If you deceive your wife
Think long dear men
Before you cheat
Because to women
This is pure delight
Follow me.
Take my hand and my lead.
Let the sticky, cool night air
Swirl in circles at our feet.
Beg the moon to stay around
Beg the moon for you and me.
Talk to me.
Parting your lips right on beat,
Hiss the s’s, roll the r’s
Let your voice fill the dark,
The tone dissipating with the wind
Until the silence is complete.
Lie to me.
Tell me all the worn out lines
Like beat up leather,
Bound and gagged.
Don’t hesitant, don’t break this gaze
Just bask in us tonight.
Pray for me.
Clasp your hands around
My own and hope the heavens
Hear our midnight song,
Like a broken record,
Blasting into the oblivion.
Stay with me.
Don’t let the listless
Air keep you from caring.
Rest your forehead
On my shoulder like a
Child on their mother.
Supari raped Berry repeatedly,bound,and gagged her in the basement.
The next day,her seventeenth birthday,he gave her food and a shower,
then locked her back in the dark basement with only a TV for company.
Two days later,he chained her in an upstairs bedroom with a trash can
for a toilet.In the first six days,she was raped at least twenty-five times.
The weeks went by,each day like the last,spent alone,punctuated by
multiple saxual assaults,a diet of once-a-day junk food,and occasional
breaks when Supari let her watch TV with him downstairs.Zafar almost
strangled her while telling her he did not want to kill her,he just had a
saxual problem he was satisfying by repeatedly raping her.(SUPARI)
Note.Zafar Khan Supari loves to satisfy his diik by injecting Chick..
Tears in a revolution
Tear gas from the institution
The judge doesn't know their names
But the whole world was watching
A panther put with the bunch
Bound and gagged, with no lunch
A political trail they said was never done
They dressed as pigs, having fun
A biased look on democracy
Speak your peace, though peacefully
The billy bats swang
And heads were cracked
Revolution is in the air
Every movement tracked.
So here we are
What have we learnt?
Adjourn the trail
Let the panther free
Racism is still alive in humanity...
Pirate Peter Pan flew over his ship
Among the stars and misty clouds
While Tinker Bell his mistress old
Sat on the deck sunning her skin
And when a ship was sighted afar
The lost boys sharpened their knives anew
He bound and gagged one and all
And made Wendy walk the plank
A terror on seas, but a jolly fellow
Having a harem of tender belles
For whom time and again he’d bellow
And when Captain Hook came to the rescue
Lazy Tinker Bell took him under her wing
He rode on the back of the wind
And high above the blue
This pirate of the Neverland sea
All so very long ago
Sick n tired of u phonies
No such thing as loyal homies
Shaking hands, hugs
Taking pictures like u love me
Oblivious of the difference
In "friends"and being "friendly"
Try to pull some buckshots
You'll get a not so happily ever ending
Walking around acting as though
They got your back
Next thing ya know
Your the one bound and gagged
No mending this depth of betrayal
Heartbroken the bonds
Now I'll see you in hell
Untrusting instincts throw me off balance
To many people have such skilled acting talents
It's another epidemic
A traitors disease
No type of cure
For mutations like these
Makes me change a slogan
I just can't forgive so,
I choose bloody regret
A phrase p!aced on a tombstone
You forgive but don't forget
The average one is restrained by mental leashes
Bound and gagged twenty four hours a day
A common trap that remains difficult to avoid
The free one is overwhelmed with possibilities
Too much to do in one day
An uncommon landscape that remains hard to locate
Barricades mold the thought process
From cold concrete floor to plaster ceiling
in cardboard boxes, damp and peeling;
beneath migraine fluorescence,
humming, blinking incessance.
They languish spectrally bound and gagged,
indexed, filed, stamped and tagged:
a desert vista of yellowing paper.
They say nothing,
travel nowhere.
Confetti never thrown on a wedding day,
left in the box to waste and decay;
paintings in fathomless caves,
snapshots in bottomless graves.
Music played in a sound-proof cell,
composers marooned, no tales to tell:
a stranglehold of disconnection.
They are wired
to insulation.
Emotions, desires unwittingly fated
as dead sea scrolls never translated
into languages of any sense,
communiqués of obsolescence.
Gridlocked and ultimately stranded,
impotent and countermanded:
fervent wishes hermetically sealed.
They are stoic,
statue silent.
Structures teetering wide and tall,
towers leaning, threaten to fall;
captive informants bursting to spill
truths or lies, to redeem or kill.
They are cast adrift like accursed ships,
alphabets hanging on time frozen lips:
a dead séance switchboard.
They are ghost messengers
in stasis.
Secrets harboured and dreams incubated
for those still waiting and those who have waited
in endless, futile anticipation,
ageing and wracking with desperation.
Lovers denied the words of romance
who die bleeding hope, are given no chance:
broken upon this cinder block shore.
They render incalculable
lives destroyed.