I immeditaely thought of applause, or dress actually. I wonder if it has anything to do with either. My grandma is cutting something off her dress, so the clasp is like the part that keeps it together. Damn this is really nervewrecking. Reminds me of something I did in middle school. Though, I forget what it was called.
Nikola Mazur
The clasp of her necklace dangled from her neck as she spoke. This distracted him, but he was determined to hang on every word falling from her delicate mouth. He was intrigued.
Piper
OMG my clasp broke on my necklace. OMG now my watch clasp broke. What a terrific day I’m having. Let me check what else has a clasp on me today.
Hope
I clasp my hands to my head. It’s pounding, it feels like my brain’s throbbing will shatter my skull. The lights are too light. All sounds are too loud. Oh for blessed darkness and quiet.
I try to clasp a lot of things. But it is almost always out of my reach. But then when miracualously I do clasp something. It becomes something that I wish I hadn’t clasped.
Theofilla
I have no idea what that means. I think it’s something in between clapping and gasping, like a very shocked audience witnessing an extraordinary show. They’re in a theatre and the actors went mad.
Anastasia
I would really like to start earning money blogging. Can someone lead me in the right direction? There are so many free sites, kits, and so on? Don’t know where to start?.
Ahmed Ligonis
He clasped her hand tightly, saw the fear in her eyes, and smiled. He let go, and she dropped down into the void, her screams echoing off the cliff. He stood up, brushed himself off, and watched as far down below, the diseased-ridden humans converged around her lifeless body and began to eat.
she clasper her hands in front of her in silent prayer, her lips trembling. she watched as the casket was lowered, jerkily, in its final resting place, her mother confined within it. her mother had been a high handed and abusive woman, and she didn’t understand her need to cry. perhaps it was the normalcy? left with nothing but her freedom, she drifted, not knowing what life was without the ‘corrective procedures’ she was used to.
inshirah tan
clasping in the cluster
of my own brain
the dice were thrown
at least twice as
much as before
oh no
oh go
go go go go go go go
dont stay here
move on
go
I clasp my hands together, trying to get a grip. I feel my sanity is slipping and my argument’s been eclipsed. This didn’t start out angrily. But i’ve lost my grip.
Luke deWilde
not a clap but a clasp
hands snap together
in time
like a practiced routine
always on beat
not one misstep
always
keeping up
i haven’t clasped my hands
since the last time
but i now i know the difference
between a clap and a clasp
Clasp? Annoying word. Like crisp, moist, lost. ANNOYING.
Rob Tab
Gripped like hooked fingers—only holding tight because they are being pulled away in different directions. Snug would be the word, yet that denotes comfort, and there’s nothing comfortable about two things abrading until there is nothing but bones left, all the protective layers and skin scrapped away, bit by bit. The shape has been contorted until there is no other hook to match its loop, no other loop that can trap its hook so cunningly. Deformities known as dependable happiness. Happy dependence.
Boney fingers or worn wire bones, one has to let go someday.
She clutched the clasp of her necklace,
choking and reckless
cocaine fingertips sliding across jutting clavicles.
Tragic and magical
Two faced and tired.
Life was so casual
for a heart set on fire.
Emily
You undo the clasp, and the chain around my neck disintegrates into separate coils and links, dropping to the linoleum floor in twists and spirals, melted metal and stale silver. Now my skin is fully exposed, and your fingers leave red streaks across my chest as you attempt to extract something from me – what is that something? Love? Redemption? I do not appreciate your clawing, as if you are a wild animal. So I pull myself away.
Belinda Roddie
I clasp my hand with yours
My love, please…..
I need you.
I can’t lose you
Please my love,
Stay here with me
I immeditaely thought of applause, or dress actually. I wonder if it has anything to do with either. My grandma is cutting something off her dress, so the clasp is like the part that keeps it together. Damn this is really nervewrecking. Reminds me of something I did in middle school. Though, I forget what it was called.
The clasp of her necklace dangled from her neck as she spoke. This distracted him, but he was determined to hang on every word falling from her delicate mouth. He was intrigued.
OMG my clasp broke on my necklace. OMG now my watch clasp broke. What a terrific day I’m having. Let me check what else has a clasp on me today.
I clasp my hands to my head. It’s pounding, it feels like my brain’s throbbing will shatter my skull. The lights are too light. All sounds are too loud. Oh for blessed darkness and quiet.
hands in union
collapsing a space of the individual
into unanimous
I try to clasp a lot of things. But it is almost always out of my reach. But then when miracualously I do clasp something. It becomes something that I wish I hadn’t clasped.
I have no idea what that means. I think it’s something in between clapping and gasping, like a very shocked audience witnessing an extraordinary show. They’re in a theatre and the actors went mad.
I would really like to start earning money blogging. Can someone lead me in the right direction? There are so many free sites, kits, and so on? Don’t know where to start?.
He clasped her hand tightly, saw the fear in her eyes, and smiled. He let go, and she dropped down into the void, her screams echoing off the cliff. He stood up, brushed himself off, and watched as far down below, the diseased-ridden humans converged around her lifeless body and began to eat.
not claps, but clasp.
not flim, but film.
ah, english my old friend
my tongue twisting gal
how you annoy me so.
she clasper her hands in front of her in silent prayer, her lips trembling. she watched as the casket was lowered, jerkily, in its final resting place, her mother confined within it. her mother had been a high handed and abusive woman, and she didn’t understand her need to cry. perhaps it was the normalcy? left with nothing but her freedom, she drifted, not knowing what life was without the ‘corrective procedures’ she was used to.
clasping in the cluster
of my own brain
the dice were thrown
at least twice as
much as before
oh no
oh go
go go go go go go go
dont stay here
move on
go
I clasp my hands together, trying to get a grip. I feel my sanity is slipping and my argument’s been eclipsed. This didn’t start out angrily. But i’ve lost my grip.
not a clap but a clasp
hands snap together
in time
like a practiced routine
always on beat
not one misstep
always
keeping up
i haven’t clasped my hands
since the last time
but i now i know the difference
between a clap and a clasp
not a clap but a clasp
hands snap together
in time
like a practiced routine
always on beat
not one misstep
always
keeping up
Clasp? Annoying word. Like crisp, moist, lost. ANNOYING.
Gripped like hooked fingers—only holding tight because they are being pulled away in different directions. Snug would be the word, yet that denotes comfort, and there’s nothing comfortable about two things abrading until there is nothing but bones left, all the protective layers and skin scrapped away, bit by bit. The shape has been contorted until there is no other hook to match its loop, no other loop that can trap its hook so cunningly. Deformities known as dependable happiness. Happy dependence.
Boney fingers or worn wire bones, one has to let go someday.
She clutched the clasp of her necklace,
choking and reckless
cocaine fingertips sliding across jutting clavicles.
Tragic and magical
Two faced and tired.
Life was so casual
for a heart set on fire.
You undo the clasp, and the chain around my neck disintegrates into separate coils and links, dropping to the linoleum floor in twists and spirals, melted metal and stale silver. Now my skin is fully exposed, and your fingers leave red streaks across my chest as you attempt to extract something from me – what is that something? Love? Redemption? I do not appreciate your clawing, as if you are a wild animal. So I pull myself away.
I clasp my hand with yours
My love, please…..
I need you.
I can’t lose you
Please my love,
Stay here with me
Help will come,
No love,
Do not close your eyes
Focus on our hands
Clasped together
Please love…
Do not leave me