To be held was all that Fern wanted. For it to matter too. She didn’t know if Ian cared about her, but she knew she wanted him to. All she could see was his care for Lilly. He obviously hadn’t let go of a girl who had clearly let go of him. Fern sighed. Held. Loved. Cherished. What would that feel like?
I held onto my thoughts like a child’s teddy. I craddled them. They were delicate. These thoughts were my sweet memories. I held tight not wanting them to drift. Were they real? Is this what life once was? It could be a warped childish game I was playing with myself. Like when a liar stars to believe his own words. I wasn’t trying to create a false reality. But to create a new story for my past… seemed a little more innocent. It seemed, doable. I let my imagination float around my curiosities…
across the line
trying to see an image
but the only thing he could see ,was the image of himself
terrifieded by the resolt he just stood there.
What was that that was keeping
what was that that he help?
I looked at my hands. Placed between them was a yen and yang charm speckled red. It was once a cherished necklace of mine… But since the fight… It was torn from my neck and there was no replacing it. Now, it was just a charm that I held between my hands speckled with my own blood from the battle.
I’ve held a lot of things in my life. Like a book. Lots of books, in fact. I’ve held so many books that I cannot keep count because they are so numerous. I like holding rocks. I don’t know why, but the coolness is comforting. I like the way that they are stable. They are not like my mind.
I caught a whisper
Held it in the plam of my hand
Watched it flutter
Delicate and Opaque
Not weighing a feather or a whisp of air
And then
When I had enjoyed its beauty
As if it knew
It awakened and flew away
She held the flower in her hand, thinking about the old times. The way things used to be. Picking flowers in the meadow with her mother. Those, she thought, were the best times; the best times of her life.
I held my breath
You held my hand
The stars above
Looked out over our lands
Over the sea
And the rivers and lakes
And we just sat there
Oblivious to the moment
Unaware of the past
And indifferent to the future before us.
his hand as he heard the news. she wasn’t ready for this, but she couldn’t even imagine what he was feeling. For a moment, she forgot about everything, and was mad at herself for being so selfish. Then the doctors voice brought her back into the moment, and she had felt even worse than she did before.
I held you in highest esteem, until you held up my faults for all to see.
Now I hold you to your standards, and expect from you that which you demanded of me. Thank you for the reminder that while life may not seem fair, there is a purpose in all that occurs.
I held you close as we lay in bed together after a great night of dinner and love-making. I had never felt closer to you in our almost 2 years together. I was fearful of an eventual end to our relationship, but hopeful that we would spend the rest of our lives together.
She was small. Not by the standards of other children born on their due date, but small to me. little tiny person, wailing and shrieking and purple and greasy and mine. She was small to me. To everyone else, she was a juggernaut. Now, she is still a juggernaut, in so many other ways. Ways that matter more. I made that.
I held the cat in my arms. It was hurt and hungry from its long night at the gas station. We looked for it all night after mom kicked it out of the house.
I held onto the side of the mountain for dear life. I was shaking from fear as much as the cold rain hitting my body. I didnt want to quit. I couldnt quit. I had to get back before the sun went down. I had to go on.
i held in my hand
the world.
i held in my hand
your love, your hopes, your fears
i held in my hand
all that was important to you
and thus, all that was important to me.
i held, in my hand, in my heart, in my soul
yours.
Held in your arms,
I look into your eyes,
I breathe slowly,
Inhaling every last second of what this life has to offer
Why?
Why did you choose me?
What was it that made you pick me?
Within an instant my last breath fails, I slip slowly away
I held the promise in the palm of my hand. I have the whole world spread out underneath my feet. Sweet music lingers in my ear as I recall the moment I first held the promise.
Held? Well. Held is a great thing. Anyone can be held, hell, it’s all anyone wants. Don’t let just anyone do it though, unless they’re important. Then… don’t let go, because you belong in those arms. I’m smiling just thinking about it.
She held him in her arms, knowing that they could never be together — really together, as in together forever. The bond they felt for each other was so strong it was almost painful, but in that lovey amazing and miraculous painful kind of way that indicates a recognition of some kind of bond that existed almost before they met.
He held me tightly, as I rested my head against the arch of his collar bone. His hands delved lower, but not too low – resting in the small of my back, holding me close. The other cupped my head, keeping me pressed against his strong chest. His arms were warm. His breath was soft. His whispered words graced my ears like a soft tune. I started to drift, as I clung tightly to his shirt, refusing to let go.
He held me tight as we listened to the wind blow. I held onto him too, feeling as if time was at a standstill and the world was ours. I never wanted the moment to end…it was as if my whole life I had been waiting for this moment, this one very moment with him, and our entire lives we’d be remembering this moment. We were just young and in love.
He held her, gently. No one was watching but a crowd was there, pulsing along the street. Holding on for one last moment before she turned and saw the one thing that would take her from him and their homeland forever. Could he distract her with the fools on the sidewalk or would she sense his determination and strike back with that accusatory look that he had leant to fear.
she held her arm to her chest, cradling it like her child that she had lost, as if somehow, it would make everything better, as if, by holding her arm, she could hold the baby girl who was not hers anymore, as if she herself was being held by someone too.
I held her hand on the soft shore that night. We both gazed into the sky. I ask her if she saw a shooting star. She did and wish for me. I kiss her and her tight. That was the last time I saw her. Oh my dear I miss you so
held tight in the hand was a small ring that said I LOVE YOU on it
that last memory she was needing to throw away
hard to keep yet hard to trash
decisions———–what to do? what to do!
I held the pen in my hand and stared down at my journal. Immediately, words began to spill out of my pen and onto the page. A waterfall of beautiful poetry, beautiful finite combination of words.
Somedays particularly today, I just feel like I need to be held. I am sad that I got left alone today somehow, even though we had plans today, but I have to learn to become used to disapointments thats what life is going to be full of and nothing less and nothing more…I am lost and I just need someone to hold me.
I cradled his tiny head in my arms. His hair was soft blond fuzz, and his skin was fresh and white. His eyes remained closed, but he moved his pudgy arms and yawned.
keep in the deep deepness of the ocean by a gigantic stone hand. No, no, no way to escape thought I want to stay in the dark forever. Where will the light go? Nowhere.
Sitting in his dark room, with the moon shining through the window, I felt infinitely safe. Nothing could touch me while I was being held by Stefan. He loved me and I loved him, and that’s all their ever was. We are together. We are one.
It was the first time Lenny held what was to become his most favorite possession. It was that new record that no one ever heard of, that he found in the thrift store. It wasn’t the fact that it had no lyrics that he liked it, rather the raw emotion embodied in the songs.
i held the baby in my arms, looking down at it. its little beak, its feathers. not like me. its eyes were closed, its breathing soft. what was this creature? this thing that i had found sleeping, freezing in the cold? i rocked it side to side, like a human baby would want, and it chirped quietly.
This man was holding up the traffic. Standing on a bridge up ahead, looking out. People had got out of their cars, shouting at everyone and no-one, red faced. A group of hippies sat on the top of their camper, looking at the bridge with binoculars. A man was walking up to the guy, holding out a hand.
Held?
like holding things.
to hold.
holding ones hand i suppose. Not that i would know anything about that
maybe, holding a new born baby?
holding a puppy?
holding comes from caring.
To be held was all that Fern wanted. For it to matter too. She didn’t know if Ian cared about her, but she knew she wanted him to. All she could see was his care for Lilly. He obviously hadn’t let go of a girl who had clearly let go of him. Fern sighed. Held. Loved. Cherished. What would that feel like?
I held onto my thoughts like a child’s teddy. I craddled them. They were delicate. These thoughts were my sweet memories. I held tight not wanting them to drift. Were they real? Is this what life once was? It could be a warped childish game I was playing with myself. Like when a liar stars to believe his own words. I wasn’t trying to create a false reality. But to create a new story for my past… seemed a little more innocent. It seemed, doable. I let my imagination float around my curiosities…
The line held and I rappelled down the side of the cliff to safety. Relative safety, anyway. Jenny, my ex, was holding my line.
across the line
trying to see an image
but the only thing he could see ,was the image of himself
terrifieded by the resolt he just stood there.
What was that that was keeping
what was that that he help?
I looked at my hands. Placed between them was a yen and yang charm speckled red. It was once a cherished necklace of mine… But since the fight… It was torn from my neck and there was no replacing it. Now, it was just a charm that I held between my hands speckled with my own blood from the battle.
I’ve held a lot of things in my life. Like a book. Lots of books, in fact. I’ve held so many books that I cannot keep count because they are so numerous. I like holding rocks. I don’t know why, but the coolness is comforting. I like the way that they are stable. They are not like my mind.
banana
I caught a whisper
Held it in the plam of my hand
Watched it flutter
Delicate and Opaque
Not weighing a feather or a whisp of air
And then
When I had enjoyed its beauty
As if it knew
It awakened and flew away
She held the flower in her hand, thinking about the old times. The way things used to be. Picking flowers in the meadow with her mother. Those, she thought, were the best times; the best times of her life.
I held my breath
You held my hand
The stars above
Looked out over our lands
Over the sea
And the rivers and lakes
And we just sat there
Oblivious to the moment
Unaware of the past
And indifferent to the future before us.
his hand as he heard the news. she wasn’t ready for this, but she couldn’t even imagine what he was feeling. For a moment, she forgot about everything, and was mad at herself for being so selfish. Then the doctors voice brought her back into the moment, and she had felt even worse than she did before.
I held you in highest esteem, until you held up my faults for all to see.
Now I hold you to your standards, and expect from you that which you demanded of me. Thank you for the reminder that while life may not seem fair, there is a purpose in all that occurs.
across
the line was a man
trying to see
a resolt
but the only thong
he saw
was animage
of himself
He tryed to stop
but he
I held you close as we lay in bed together after a great night of dinner and love-making. I had never felt closer to you in our almost 2 years together. I was fearful of an eventual end to our relationship, but hopeful that we would spend the rest of our lives together.
held but in which direction….up is better than down……depending on where your @ or your current position. better to consider context.
She was small. Not by the standards of other children born on their due date, but small to me. little tiny person, wailing and shrieking and purple and greasy and mine. She was small to me. To everyone else, she was a juggernaut. Now, she is still a juggernaut, in so many other ways. Ways that matter more. I made that.
I held the cat in my arms. It was hurt and hungry from its long night at the gas station. We looked for it all night after mom kicked it out of the house.
I held onto the side of the mountain for dear life. I was shaking from fear as much as the cold rain hitting my body. I didnt want to quit. I couldnt quit. I had to get back before the sun went down. I had to go on.
i held in my hand
the world.
i held in my hand
your love, your hopes, your fears
i held in my hand
all that was important to you
and thus, all that was important to me.
i held, in my hand, in my heart, in my soul
yours.
Held in your arms,
I look into your eyes,
I breathe slowly,
Inhaling every last second of what this life has to offer
Why?
Why did you choose me?
What was it that made you pick me?
Within an instant my last breath fails, I slip slowly away
I held the promise in the palm of my hand. I have the whole world spread out underneath my feet. Sweet music lingers in my ear as I recall the moment I first held the promise.
Held? Well. Held is a great thing. Anyone can be held, hell, it’s all anyone wants. Don’t let just anyone do it though, unless they’re important. Then… don’t let go, because you belong in those arms. I’m smiling just thinking about it.
I held you in highest esteem
She held him in her arms, knowing that they could never be together — really together, as in together forever. The bond they felt for each other was so strong it was almost painful, but in that lovey amazing and miraculous painful kind of way that indicates a recognition of some kind of bond that existed almost before they met.
He held me tightly, as I rested my head against the arch of his collar bone. His hands delved lower, but not too low – resting in the small of my back, holding me close. The other cupped my head, keeping me pressed against his strong chest. His arms were warm. His breath was soft. His whispered words graced my ears like a soft tune. I started to drift, as I clung tightly to his shirt, refusing to let go.
He held me tight as we listened to the wind blow. I held onto him too, feeling as if time was at a standstill and the world was ours. I never wanted the moment to end…it was as if my whole life I had been waiting for this moment, this one very moment with him, and our entire lives we’d be remembering this moment. We were just young and in love.
He held her, gently. No one was watching but a crowd was there, pulsing along the street. Holding on for one last moment before she turned and saw the one thing that would take her from him and their homeland forever. Could he distract her with the fools on the sidewalk or would she sense his determination and strike back with that accusatory look that he had leant to fear.
arms around me, warm, comforting. Feeling safe, that the world is going to be OK. My security, safety. Falling asleep with arms around me
she held her arm to her chest, cradling it like her child that she had lost, as if somehow, it would make everything better, as if, by holding her arm, she could hold the baby girl who was not hers anymore, as if she herself was being held by someone too.
I held her hand on the soft shore that night. We both gazed into the sky. I ask her if she saw a shooting star. She did and wish for me. I kiss her and her tight. That was the last time I saw her. Oh my dear I miss you so
held tight in the hand was a small ring that said I LOVE YOU on it
that last memory she was needing to throw away
hard to keep yet hard to trash
decisions———–what to do? what to do!
I held the pen in my hand and stared down at my journal. Immediately, words began to spill out of my pen and onto the page. A waterfall of beautiful poetry, beautiful finite combination of words.
Somedays particularly today, I just feel like I need to be held. I am sad that I got left alone today somehow, even though we had plans today, but I have to learn to become used to disapointments thats what life is going to be full of and nothing less and nothing more…I am lost and I just need someone to hold me.
I cradled his tiny head in my arms. His hair was soft blond fuzz, and his skin was fresh and white. His eyes remained closed, but he moved his pudgy arms and yawned.
keep in the deep deepness of the ocean by a gigantic stone hand. No, no, no way to escape thought I want to stay in the dark forever. Where will the light go? Nowhere.
Sitting in his dark room, with the moon shining through the window, I felt infinitely safe. Nothing could touch me while I was being held by Stefan. He loved me and I loved him, and that’s all their ever was. We are together. We are one.
It was the first time Lenny held what was to become his most favorite possession. It was that new record that no one ever heard of, that he found in the thrift store. It wasn’t the fact that it had no lyrics that he liked it, rather the raw emotion embodied in the songs.
i held the baby in my arms, looking down at it. its little beak, its feathers. not like me. its eyes were closed, its breathing soft. what was this creature? this thing that i had found sleeping, freezing in the cold? i rocked it side to side, like a human baby would want, and it chirped quietly.
This man was holding up the traffic. Standing on a bridge up ahead, looking out. People had got out of their cars, shouting at everyone and no-one, red faced. A group of hippies sat on the top of their camper, looking at the bridge with binoculars. A man was walking up to the guy, holding out a hand.
Held?
like holding things.
to hold.
holding ones hand i suppose. Not that i would know anything about that
maybe, holding a new born baby?
holding a puppy?
holding comes from caring.