to have hands and thumbs and joints that move and are capable of holding onto things to keep them near to you, to take something in, to attach it to you, to encompass it, to bring it in, to be able to realize that it’s not about what you’re able to take in but what you’re able to let go; the deep abyss. the sweet darkness. the unending void. the collaboration of light and matter. vibrational frequency. the fractal patterns. the vast expanse of nothing and everything
I gasped as he grasped for the poison all too willingly.
A shock to see in this day, at this age.
Have we not outgrown these displays, these pointless scenes?
Have I lost you? Constantly grasping the fading memory I no longer hold true. This facade is meant to collapse, this dream is meant to end. Have not drawn the next breath, still waiting for a release. Peach blossoms all over the ground, but the rain will come.
I was falling. Down down down. It wasn’t like in dreams where your heart skips but you wake up on the other side of the world. In your bed. Alive. I was going down. The frigid air stung my cheeks, and my tears flew upward as I went down. I screamed and wondered if anyone could hear.
I grasped my dad before I went to jail. It was a mistake I didn’t grasped that’s women purse also the men wallet. I swear I didn’t grasped no one stuff. It was that red coat lady she grasped every person stuff even me she grasped my $50 dollar for the mall. I didn’t grasped but now I may have to go to jail but I’m inestint.
I like to grasp sweet tarts in my hand because that means I know they are about to enter my mouth. And let’s face it, who doesn’t love a handful of sweet tarts? I know I do.
Fingers tightened around cold metal, but she couldn’t hold on for long. Within a few seconds, her hands slipped and she fell from the paint-peeling monkey bars and onto the mulch below. She was able to do this as a kid…why not now? What had changed?
As i grasped the hand of Jake, i thought he would not hold it back. but he did, he held my hand just as tightly. Now i know am i not the only one who is afraid. But whether that makes me feel better or worse, i don’t know.
He grasped my neck. I felt alive again. It must be real. It must be honest. I feel it. God, why is everything so confusing? I mean, i have friends. I don’t have him. Thats the
The monkey put his hand inside the coconut, grasped the treat, and only then discovered that he could not remove his fist. His choice, to hold the material goods, or to maintain his freedom.
She shook him, grasped his hand and squeezed. Only wanting a response. He had forgotten her, he had left her to go and life his life and now even her touch does not exist. A hello is merely a whisper in the air and his mind is consumed by things more important to him.
ten seconds took him to realize that just a little grasp would be all he needed to find happiness. he opened his hand, took a deep breath and just….grasped.
I had grasped the concept long ago, when my whiskers were thick and opaque. Yet now what I once understood so easily is beginning to slip ever so slowly away. Should my fingers desperately cling or should I accept the end to that knowledge.
Grasping, futilely, desperately for that which I want to hold and possess.
Hanging off the edge of the sheer black cliff, I grasped the lava rock with all my might. My screams echoed off the rocks as I dangled above my watery grave. At any moment I would plunge into the watery abyss. Wave after wave collides with the cliff below my precarious position. The red blood trickles down my arm, as the sharp rocks cut into the flesh on my hand. I won’t let go, I refuse. Fatigue causes tremors in my muscles, but I can’t give up. I must live. So I held on and grasped the cliff with all my might.
I wish I’d grasped the concept the first time you said it. Then, I wouldn’t feel like such an idiot. As a scientist, your expectations of your listener to grasp otherworldly concepts feels unreasonable.
talking about is is not in my mind. I feel a little sad, busy and tired, like grasped. the word doesn’t bring anything in my mind, is just what I feel now, but I am writing
I grasped her hand as we stood on the edge of the cliff, the beautiful Mexican sunset illuminating our soft, forlorn faces. This was it – if we couldn’t have each other, we wouldn’t have anything at all. A small tear came out of my eye and swam down my cheek, I knew we were ready.
My fingers burned with a passion as I grasped the rough rope. My helmet swayed to one side of my head as I repelled over the side of the 100-foot cliff. Excitement and extreme fear set in as my eyes bulged at the gorgeous, deep valley beneath me. “This is AMAZING!” I scream down to my friends several dozen feet below me.
I grasped onto the thought tightly, sure to never let it go. As ive finally been able to open my eyes to the truth. Ive been starring in the face of a person ive known my whole life, yet somewhere along the lines i lost touch with their true identity.
my hand was in his hand in a moment’s time. our fingers were tightly entwined, holding all of our secrets between our palms. This was the moment I felt my true love for him. In this time of panic and worry, he was there for me.
He grasped at her hand, gasping for air. Panic welled up inside his chest. He could feel it slipping, feel the slight warmness of her palm leaving his fingertips, the cool water surrounding his skin. His body drifted downwards, carried by the swirling currents and the weight of his body. His arms sink to his side. Closing his eyes, he waits for the cold to swallow him.
I’ve never grasped the whole dating thing. The hanging out thing? Yes. But never has someone asked me on a date, picked me up, took me to dinner and after we walked and talked and held hands. Then drove me home to awkwardly attempt to kiss me with eventual success at my front step. That’s dating right?
Her fingers grasped a his, pulling him closer to her. “Please, Dominique…” Tears built in her eyes, but she couldn’t keep him there. Even so, she grasped tightly at the last threads of their love.
day phantom grasped clothes fresh flow
i was grasped. he took my soul away. he took everything. i wasn’t good enough. i will never be good enough.
i
to have hands and thumbs and joints that move and are capable of holding onto things to keep them near to you, to take something in, to attach it to you, to encompass it, to bring it in, to be able to realize that it’s not about what you’re able to take in but what you’re able to let go; the deep abyss. the sweet darkness. the unending void. the collaboration of light and matter. vibrational frequency. the fractal patterns. the vast expanse of nothing and everything
I gasped as he grasped for the poison all too willingly.
A shock to see in this day, at this age.
Have we not outgrown these displays, these pointless scenes?
Have I lost you? Constantly grasping the fading memory I no longer hold true. This facade is meant to collapse, this dream is meant to end. Have not drawn the next breath, still waiting for a release. Peach blossoms all over the ground, but the rain will come.
I was falling. Down down down. It wasn’t like in dreams where your heart skips but you wake up on the other side of the world. In your bed. Alive. I was going down. The frigid air stung my cheeks, and my tears flew upward as I went down. I screamed and wondered if anyone could hear.
He grasped my hand and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach
Like u surprise like u know what I mean like maybe u got what u wanted:) and u got grasped.
I grasped my dad before I went to jail. It was a mistake I didn’t grasped that’s women purse also the men wallet. I swear I didn’t grasped no one stuff. It was that red coat lady she grasped every person stuff even me she grasped my $50 dollar for the mall. I didn’t grasped but now I may have to go to jail but I’m inestint.
I like to grasp sweet tarts in my hand because that means I know they are about to enter my mouth. And let’s face it, who doesn’t love a handful of sweet tarts? I know I do.
he grabbed you with his heavy hands as you
grasped at the fringes of the thought
that destroyed the two of you
Fingers tightened around cold metal, but she couldn’t hold on for long. Within a few seconds, her hands slipped and she fell from the paint-peeling monkey bars and onto the mulch below. She was able to do this as a kid…why not now? What had changed?
As i grasped the hand of Jake, i thought he would not hold it back. but he did, he held my hand just as tightly. Now i know am i not the only one who is afraid. But whether that makes me feel better or worse, i don’t know.
He grasped my neck. I felt alive again. It must be real. It must be honest. I feel it. God, why is everything so confusing? I mean, i have friends. I don’t have him. Thats the
The monkey put his hand inside the coconut, grasped the treat, and only then discovered that he could not remove his fist. His choice, to hold the material goods, or to maintain his freedom.
She shook him, grasped his hand and squeezed. Only wanting a response. He had forgotten her, he had left her to go and life his life and now even her touch does not exist. A hello is merely a whisper in the air and his mind is consumed by things more important to him.
I’m stuck in your grasp
Wainting for you to release me
It feels dangerous in your arms
And so good
your fist is a perfect fit
between my ribs
holding my heart and doubling its size
your wrist slid easily
among bones
wonder how it feels pulsing in your palm
your fingers squeezing
comfortably
bloody. it isn’t lost on me that it would be
a quicker death than bullets,
or sharp objects.
ten seconds took him to realize that just a little grasp would be all he needed to find happiness. he opened his hand, took a deep breath and just….grasped.
I had grasped the concept long ago, when my whiskers were thick and opaque. Yet now what I once understood so easily is beginning to slip ever so slowly away. Should my fingers desperately cling or should I accept the end to that knowledge.
Grasping, futilely, desperately for that which I want to hold and possess.
Hanging off the edge of the sheer black cliff, I grasped the lava rock with all my might. My screams echoed off the rocks as I dangled above my watery grave. At any moment I would plunge into the watery abyss. Wave after wave collides with the cliff below my precarious position. The red blood trickles down my arm, as the sharp rocks cut into the flesh on my hand. I won’t let go, I refuse. Fatigue causes tremors in my muscles, but I can’t give up. I must live. So I held on and grasped the cliff with all my might.
I wish I’d grasped the concept the first time you said it. Then, I wouldn’t feel like such an idiot. As a scientist, your expectations of your listener to grasp otherworldly concepts feels unreasonable.
talking about is is not in my mind. I feel a little sad, busy and tired, like grasped. the word doesn’t bring anything in my mind, is just what I feel now, but I am writing
I grasped her hand as we stood on the edge of the cliff, the beautiful Mexican sunset illuminating our soft, forlorn faces. This was it – if we couldn’t have each other, we wouldn’t have anything at all. A small tear came out of my eye and swam down my cheek, I knew we were ready.
My fingers burned with a passion as I grasped the rough rope. My helmet swayed to one side of my head as I repelled over the side of the 100-foot cliff. Excitement and extreme fear set in as my eyes bulged at the gorgeous, deep valley beneath me. “This is AMAZING!” I scream down to my friends several dozen feet below me.
I grasped at the chance to tell him one last thing, the thing that might change everything between us for better or worse.
I grasped onto the thought tightly, sure to never let it go. As ive finally been able to open my eyes to the truth. Ive been starring in the face of a person ive known my whole life, yet somewhere along the lines i lost touch with their true identity.
I grasped at the handle, but missed. Wow. this is going to be a great day. I can’t even open my front door.
my hand was in his hand in a moment’s time. our fingers were tightly entwined, holding all of our secrets between our palms. This was the moment I felt my true love for him. In this time of panic and worry, he was there for me.
He grasped at her hand, gasping for air. Panic welled up inside his chest. He could feel it slipping, feel the slight warmness of her palm leaving his fingertips, the cool water surrounding his skin. His body drifted downwards, carried by the swirling currents and the weight of his body. His arms sink to his side. Closing his eyes, he waits for the cold to swallow him.
I’ve never grasped the whole dating thing. The hanging out thing? Yes. But never has someone asked me on a date, picked me up, took me to dinner and after we walked and talked and held hands. Then drove me home to awkwardly attempt to kiss me with eventual success at my front step. That’s dating right?
Her fingers grasped a his, pulling him closer to her. “Please, Dominique…” Tears built in her eyes, but she couldn’t keep him there. Even so, she grasped tightly at the last threads of their love.