she refused to scream. It just wasn’t who she was. Instead she glared and glared and glared. Even as she heard the negotiations for her life she just continued to glare at them, her eyes nearly glowing with her anger and determination to survive.
I was taken hostage by his dark eyes
and taken to a place I’d never been
before he could tell me his name
he was swept away by a hurricane
and that was the last I saw of him
mary says that my heart is held hostage by jessie.of course,i disagree.i give free at the office.it had been awhile,but here we were,suddenly naked-together.i lived for moments like this.
I remember when my sister used to sit on me when I was like 6 years old. She’d jump onto my back and tickle me while pinning me down–i was a hostage. It was fun and I miss her and me playing games like that together.
I hold myself hostage all the day through, I never let me out of my own sight, constantly keeping watch over every action and thought. Sometimes I wish I could escape.
I HAD to hold him hostage; he gave me no alternative. He said he didn’t love me, that it was just a “fling”. We exchanged heated words. How could he say he didn’t love me when he argued with such passion? Then he told me that he’d rather die than spend his life with me.
4 hostages. A few days. That was all it took for Stockholm Syndrome to be categorized as a mental illness. An extreme reaction to an extreme experience. Hope it never happens to me.
My heart was being held hostage- or so it felt. I didn`t leave, couldn’t leave, because I would shatter without that love. But sometimes I wondered if each blow didn’t hurt more than losing him would.
She was held hostage there for many years. He would come in every night to offer her food, but she rarely ate all of what the brought. She was ragged and young, but her will to live, to keep going in life pushed her to move on and move forward through each lonely day. fdsafd
Darling, I am NO hostage, hostage NOT. of your love. though I do love, I can break away as soon as you break from me, for I detest being wrong. Detest it, I am not your hostage, but your
I’m a hostage of my own desires. Material things should not mean so much to me. I am a human being. You are a human being. Why do I feel I need shoes and clothes and makeup in the trillions?
They were many hostages held up in the bank. The robber’s moved them into the corner, yelling and screaming at them to keep therei heads down. Cops lined the outside,
I was held hostage, but no one believed me. No one believed me, because I was such a commoner, and commoners are always treated like dirt. No one in the world gives a damn about them….
hostage was the word on his lips as he ran around the corner of the ivy covered house. Hostage was how he thought of himself in his fathers house–I am a hostage in my fathers house.
i am tied up and you are takign control of me. you hav ebeen gone for a long time maybe a shor ttime but a long time as well. you are stronger than i am but i am still here i wait for you every day or is it days is it mere hours. i have no time. i have no thought for time while i wait for you.
I’m hostage to my own inclinations, my own usurpations of what I want now against what I want then. Never free to be who I could, always a slave to being who I would. I want to fly, but sitting down is so much easier now.
I had a dream that I was held hostage. Not really, but I was about to be. I was being abducted, myself and some other person, and I kept trying to punch them but no matter how hard I tried nothing phased them. I felt weak and the blows to this person were in fact hurting me. So I gave up and let him carry me to his lair.
I’ve held you hostage in my ribs,
rattling around like bats in my heart,
and you scream and you scream but I’ve got the key
and you’ll never get a hold of me again.
Is it
A. You’ve seen too much,
B. You gave too little, or
C. All of the above?
I’m not doing this if you take me hostage again, Ralph. For the love of God, stop it! Ralph I swear you are going to turn me into a Republican with your constant shenanigans.
He was held hostage in his mind,
his thoughts would unwind and betray themselves
before a single connection could be made.
He knew the truth of the murder
but could not find the serum of truth.
Hostage reminds me of the movie Hostile.
I saw that movie at a sleepover with girls I was never friends with in the first place.
It reminds me of how I used to try to fit in.
I hope I’m different now.
He would kill me. I knew it. I wasn’t going to make it out of here alive. Maybe not even in one piece. Someone better tell my family I love them. I hope they already know. Who will get all my personal items?
America has been taken hostage by corporations owned by people around the world. Our politicians have sold us off, piece by piece as we quietly sit by and do nothing.
He had taken her hostage the minute they met, though he would never know it. He had bewitched her, body and soul, had taken her captive with his beautiful voice, sunny smile, and loving heart.
He tried not to look into his hostages’ eyes. It wasn’t his idea after all, he shouldn’t feel this guilty. But he did, and there really was no denying it. He chanced a look, and immediately wished he didn’t. The girl looked back at him with sad, sunken eyes, silently begging with him.
she refused to scream. It just wasn’t who she was. Instead she glared and glared and glared. Even as she heard the negotiations for her life she just continued to glare at them, her eyes nearly glowing with her anger and determination to survive.
under the gun
hand on the trigger
lifting my finger
i flick on that trigger
your under the gun
red red red
your dead
I was taken hostage by his dark eyes
and taken to a place I’d never been
before he could tell me his name
he was swept away by a hurricane
and that was the last I saw of him
mary says that my heart is held hostage by jessie.of course,i disagree.i give free at the office.it had been awhile,but here we were,suddenly naked-together.i lived for moments like this.
I remember when my sister used to sit on me when I was like 6 years old. She’d jump onto my back and tickle me while pinning me down–i was a hostage. It was fun and I miss her and me playing games like that together.
rape, hell, situation. robber, heist theft, wrong, bad, terr
I hold myself hostage all the day through, I never let me out of my own sight, constantly keeping watch over every action and thought. Sometimes I wish I could escape.
I HAD to hold him hostage; he gave me no alternative. He said he didn’t love me, that it was just a “fling”. We exchanged heated words. How could he say he didn’t love me when he argued with such passion? Then he told me that he’d rather die than spend his life with me.
So I obliged him.
4 hostages. A few days. That was all it took for Stockholm Syndrome to be categorized as a mental illness. An extreme reaction to an extreme experience. Hope it never happens to me.
My heart was being held hostage- or so it felt. I didn`t leave, couldn’t leave, because I would shatter without that love. But sometimes I wondered if each blow didn’t hurt more than losing him would.
She was held hostage there for many years. He would come in every night to offer her food, but she rarely ate all of what the brought. She was ragged and young, but her will to live, to keep going in life pushed her to move on and move forward through each lonely day. fdsafd
Bruce Willis, no more, no less. Also Samuel L. Jackson. And pickles.
I like the movie with Bruce Willis!
Ahh! I was held hostage not by any physical bonds but, by my mind. I couldn’t express what I was feeling and what I was. I was trapped.
i’ll hold you hostage, and put the gun to your head
i’ll count to three,
i’ll shoot you dead.
don’t blink.
don’t breathe.
or i’ll shoot.
Fire sparked all around
Fear entered his mind
No one to hear his cries
No soul to save the hostage
Darling, I am NO hostage, hostage NOT. of your love. though I do love, I can break away as soon as you break from me, for I detest being wrong. Detest it, I am not your hostage, but your
I was a hostage. The thought hit me like a ton of bricks. The gun jammed into my temple and I winced.
“Please. Just let me go.” I pleaded.
You’ve haven’t held my heart hostage
On purpose
But how can I escape or
See another
When there’s you?
I’m a hostage of my own desires. Material things should not mean so much to me. I am a human being. You are a human being. Why do I feel I need shoes and clothes and makeup in the trillions?
i am a hostage within my own body, it is dark here, and painfully alone. i am painfully aware.
They were many hostages held up in the bank. The robber’s moved them into the corner, yelling and screaming at them to keep therei heads down. Cops lined the outside,
I was held hostage, but no one believed me. No one believed me, because I was such a commoner, and commoners are always treated like dirt. No one in the world gives a damn about them….
hostage was the word on his lips as he ran around the corner of the ivy covered house. Hostage was how he thought of himself in his fathers house–I am a hostage in my fathers house.
i am tied up and you are takign control of me. you hav ebeen gone for a long time maybe a shor ttime but a long time as well. you are stronger than i am but i am still here i wait for you every day or is it days is it mere hours. i have no time. i have no thought for time while i wait for you.
I’m hostage to my own inclinations, my own usurpations of what I want now against what I want then. Never free to be who I could, always a slave to being who I would. I want to fly, but sitting down is so much easier now.
I had a dream that I was held hostage. Not really, but I was about to be. I was being abducted, myself and some other person, and I kept trying to punch them but no matter how hard I tried nothing phased them. I felt weak and the blows to this person were in fact hurting me. So I gave up and let him carry me to his lair.
September 23rd, 2010.
sometimes it feels encased in bone, held captive in my brain. such a mighty force in such tiny space to be contained.
I’ve held you hostage in my ribs,
rattling around like bats in my heart,
and you scream and you scream but I’ve got the key
and you’ll never get a hold of me again.
Is it
A. You’ve seen too much,
B. You gave too little, or
C. All of the above?
we’re held together. we’re never apart. it’s almost like being in love.
I’m not doing this if you take me hostage again, Ralph. For the love of God, stop it! Ralph I swear you are going to turn me into a Republican with your constant shenanigans.
I’ve often felt hostage to looping negative thoughts. “I can’t” being chief among them.
He was held hostage in his mind,
his thoughts would unwind and betray themselves
before a single connection could be made.
He knew the truth of the murder
but could not find the serum of truth.
if i was taken hostage i would probably poo in my pants.
Hostage reminds me of the movie Hostile.
I saw that movie at a sleepover with girls I was never friends with in the first place.
It reminds me of how I used to try to fit in.
I hope I’m different now.
her heart had been taken hostage
and no amount of negotiating
was gonna get it back to him
He would kill me. I knew it. I wasn’t going to make it out of here alive. Maybe not even in one piece. Someone better tell my family I love them. I hope they already know. Who will get all my personal items?
America has been taken hostage by corporations owned by people around the world. Our politicians have sold us off, piece by piece as we quietly sit by and do nothing.
He had taken her hostage the minute they met, though he would never know it. He had bewitched her, body and soul, had taken her captive with his beautiful voice, sunny smile, and loving heart.
He tried not to look into his hostages’ eyes. It wasn’t his idea after all, he shouldn’t feel this guilty. But he did, and there really was no denying it. He chanced a look, and immediately wished he didn’t. The girl looked back at him with sad, sunken eyes, silently begging with him.