the broken clasp of my grandmother’s locket.
our clasped hands as the day breaks
strands of hope
strands of meaning
yearning to be clasped in truth’s embrace.
but everything has fallen to pieces
like the golden catch of an antique necklace
like the forgotten joining of our fingertips
like the threads that tethered us to life
everything is broken.
thacher
something to hold me together. it’s like for my soul of anything. it makes no sense but you can tell. you can feel it. like a banana
Anonymous
I god, can’t think of anything to write that isn’t corny with “clasp” in it. She clasped her breast. I opened the clasp on my purse and reached for my gun. With his left hand he removed the clasp from my hair, with his right…
Meg
hands clasp, but that’s less interesting than the simplicity of a sister fixing the clasp of her sister’s necklace behind her neck, gently, with care and attention to detail
lindsay
Clasp the pen in your boney hands and write.
April
Things held by other things
noah
the clasp of a bra a nice fitting shirt. Men fumble with the clasp when they are anxious and it secretly turns me on even more. Clasp of a bra keeping the goodies locked away until those fumbling hands….
eroticserenity
I clasped the banjo. Yes, it made me look like a complete urban hick, but that wasn’t important right now. Neither was the fact that I had no clue how to play a banjo. I had it, and that was all. I was happy.
Emily
I wanted to clasp her tight in my grip, I never wanted to let her go. Her warms hands held so tightly in mine, I felt complete again… She left, and her clasp was gone forever. Forgive the inrusion of sadness, but my hands were never so at home as they were with her. Now I feel as though I’ll never be able to clasp anything as tight as I did her. Sometimes, I sit on my window, and dream of her, so long gone now. Probably dead by now.
Luna.
to clasp
doesnt that mean to grab? but it seems to mean to grab, in a more rushed way, as if there isnt enough time to grab, just enough to clasp. theres a sound of hurry in the word, and it makes a lot of sense.. i guess.
nick
The clasp on her necklace gave way and she felt the chain sliding down her skin, landing like a dead snake on the floor.
Anonymous
alright I am SO DONE with CLASP!!! C’MON!!!
JOE
wtf? i keep getting the same word over and over! CLASP!!! what if i just want to write about like a donkey or something! GAH! DONKEY!
joe
to the tune of twinkle twinkle lirttle star.
clasp clasp clasp clasp clasp clasp clasp
clasp clasp clasp clasp clasp clasp clasp
joe
As she undid the clasp on her necklace, she reflected on how much her life was like the golden chain she was holding. The links kept her connected to her parents and grandparents, as well as her children on the other end. She did have a golden life.
nkw
close to my heart,
over my ears,
together until its taken to the limit.
inez
there was a soft, metallic crack and the necklace clattered pathetically to the floor. it lay in a sad, twisting heap of stringy silver, catching the light and reflecting it onto the feet of the circle of people. no-one moved. david’s knees gave out. the clock chimed four times.
satah
i clasped your hands as i watched the sun set in the west. it was a beautiful end to a perfect day, one spent in your arms. i couldn’t believe that soon you would be mine. that night, you had proposed and now the day i would have you to be mine was near.
mikeyla
I clasp at things I do not need, did not want, will not give up. Oh, Jesus, help me! You did not think being God was something to be clasped at. Why do I clapse at useless trash? I want to let go.
Deanna Christian
to hold jewelery together, to cup hands while clapping,to grip, animals clasp on to things.
jj
i feel your clasp upon my baby finger.
hands so small
could push the littlest digits in the world
sprouts
I try to hod it, to clasp it, because I am afraid of it dissappearing. I need to feel it in my clasp because without iy, what am I?
A Weir
Holmes clasped Watson on the shoulder in as much exuberance as he ever showed. The case finally solved, he was free to go home! Home such a sentimental thought. Oh well, he supposed some sentimental thought couldn’t be helped at this junction.
alexa1162
Clasp this, then let it go. Repeat until you get it.
Bcuzisay
she clasped her hands together and watched him with hopeful eyes for his response. her palms were sweating and her heart beat banged against her rib cage wildly. her fingers began to ache and she looked down to see them red from the strain of her grip.
abbe
The clasp on her pendant is breaking. It’s shattering, little by little. Inside the pendant is a picture, it’s not of her lover – well, yes it is. But it’s not of the one she should be loving. It’s shattering. A piece of glass, tiny and fragile, poke underneath her skin. She bleeds, simple as that.
sariaru
Holmes clasped Watson on the shoulder in as much exuberance as he ever showed. The case finally solved, he was free to go home! Home such a sentimental thought. Oh well, he supposed some sentimental thought couldn’t be helped at this junction.
alexa1162
button open close hold together strong wire many uses tight not open old fashioned clothes shirts coats paper envelopes
pk
The clasp on his belt was so bright that it took a special type of lens just view it without damaging the eyes.
Christopher Youmans
she clasped the teddy bear, all that she had left of her family, in her right hand.
The officer lead Jena, barly the age of six, through the presinct and into a small room. On one side, there was a window covered in bars. on the other was a large mirror.
Jenny
the way i clasp into my words, i am able to return to what was lost. sometimes, surprises. i find a safe space in a stranger. she returns to me and brings old words that i thought were lost forever. it’s the most beautiful space i have ever known, and she is so able – so strong, smart, able – to be here with me, to return.
tree
The tiny pendant clasped in her hands, she finally lets it go. With all her strength she thrusts it over the fence and away it goes forever.
ac
The clasp shut slowly leaving darkness and only darkness. The coffin was closed and nothing would open it. She was stuck, stuck all alone. WEll not quite alone. The spiders crawled over her arms as she screamed. Clawing at the clasp trying her hardest to be free. But to no avail. She would die here, alone only with the sound of her screams.
Monica Multer
one
p
….like… holding shit?
dfgdfg
his hand clasp tightly against mine, I could feel the nervousness and sweat of mine against his. His being so much larger than mine. Like a small child holding their fathers hand yet we were not father and child we were lovers.
Hellofacey
Your hands and mine creating a clasp, like that of a necklace strand delicately hanging around the neck of a woman who so carelessly flung it about her neck.
Stinasaurus
clasp the latch to a gasp
hold in every breath, then lock the key so it will last.
savant
clasper the friendly ghost: the lesser known of the brothers. He clung to friends; grasping for approval in every relationship he ever had in order to compensate for his less-than-fresh childhood.
Carolina
the iron clasp on he was powerless, helpless down in the depths of hell he was bound never to come back. the true feeling of loneliness creeps in and he cowers in fear.
the broken clasp of my grandmother’s locket.
our clasped hands as the day breaks
strands of hope
strands of meaning
yearning to be clasped in truth’s embrace.
but everything has fallen to pieces
like the golden catch of an antique necklace
like the forgotten joining of our fingertips
like the threads that tethered us to life
everything is broken.
something to hold me together. it’s like for my soul of anything. it makes no sense but you can tell. you can feel it. like a banana
I god, can’t think of anything to write that isn’t corny with “clasp” in it. She clasped her breast. I opened the clasp on my purse and reached for my gun. With his left hand he removed the clasp from my hair, with his right…
hands clasp, but that’s less interesting than the simplicity of a sister fixing the clasp of her sister’s necklace behind her neck, gently, with care and attention to detail
Clasp the pen in your boney hands and write.
Things held by other things
the clasp of a bra a nice fitting shirt. Men fumble with the clasp when they are anxious and it secretly turns me on even more. Clasp of a bra keeping the goodies locked away until those fumbling hands….
I clasped the banjo. Yes, it made me look like a complete urban hick, but that wasn’t important right now. Neither was the fact that I had no clue how to play a banjo. I had it, and that was all. I was happy.
I wanted to clasp her tight in my grip, I never wanted to let her go. Her warms hands held so tightly in mine, I felt complete again… She left, and her clasp was gone forever. Forgive the inrusion of sadness, but my hands were never so at home as they were with her. Now I feel as though I’ll never be able to clasp anything as tight as I did her. Sometimes, I sit on my window, and dream of her, so long gone now. Probably dead by now.
to clasp
doesnt that mean to grab? but it seems to mean to grab, in a more rushed way, as if there isnt enough time to grab, just enough to clasp. theres a sound of hurry in the word, and it makes a lot of sense.. i guess.
The clasp on her necklace gave way and she felt the chain sliding down her skin, landing like a dead snake on the floor.
alright I am SO DONE with CLASP!!! C’MON!!!
wtf? i keep getting the same word over and over! CLASP!!! what if i just want to write about like a donkey or something! GAH! DONKEY!
to the tune of twinkle twinkle lirttle star.
clasp clasp clasp clasp clasp clasp clasp
clasp clasp clasp clasp clasp clasp clasp
As she undid the clasp on her necklace, she reflected on how much her life was like the golden chain she was holding. The links kept her connected to her parents and grandparents, as well as her children on the other end. She did have a golden life.
close to my heart,
over my ears,
together until its taken to the limit.
there was a soft, metallic crack and the necklace clattered pathetically to the floor. it lay in a sad, twisting heap of stringy silver, catching the light and reflecting it onto the feet of the circle of people. no-one moved. david’s knees gave out. the clock chimed four times.
i clasped your hands as i watched the sun set in the west. it was a beautiful end to a perfect day, one spent in your arms. i couldn’t believe that soon you would be mine. that night, you had proposed and now the day i would have you to be mine was near.
I clasp at things I do not need, did not want, will not give up. Oh, Jesus, help me! You did not think being God was something to be clasped at. Why do I clapse at useless trash? I want to let go.
to hold jewelery together, to cup hands while clapping,to grip, animals clasp on to things.
i feel your clasp upon my baby finger.
hands so small
could push the littlest digits in the world
I try to hod it, to clasp it, because I am afraid of it dissappearing. I need to feel it in my clasp because without iy, what am I?
Holmes clasped Watson on the shoulder in as much exuberance as he ever showed. The case finally solved, he was free to go home! Home such a sentimental thought. Oh well, he supposed some sentimental thought couldn’t be helped at this junction.
Clasp this, then let it go. Repeat until you get it.
she clasped her hands together and watched him with hopeful eyes for his response. her palms were sweating and her heart beat banged against her rib cage wildly. her fingers began to ache and she looked down to see them red from the strain of her grip.
The clasp on her pendant is breaking. It’s shattering, little by little. Inside the pendant is a picture, it’s not of her lover – well, yes it is. But it’s not of the one she should be loving. It’s shattering. A piece of glass, tiny and fragile, poke underneath her skin. She bleeds, simple as that.
Holmes clasped Watson on the shoulder in as much exuberance as he ever showed. The case finally solved, he was free to go home! Home such a sentimental thought. Oh well, he supposed some sentimental thought couldn’t be helped at this junction.
button open close hold together strong wire many uses tight not open old fashioned clothes shirts coats paper envelopes
The clasp on his belt was so bright that it took a special type of lens just view it without damaging the eyes.
she clasped the teddy bear, all that she had left of her family, in her right hand.
The officer lead Jena, barly the age of six, through the presinct and into a small room. On one side, there was a window covered in bars. on the other was a large mirror.
the way i clasp into my words, i am able to return to what was lost. sometimes, surprises. i find a safe space in a stranger. she returns to me and brings old words that i thought were lost forever. it’s the most beautiful space i have ever known, and she is so able – so strong, smart, able – to be here with me, to return.
The tiny pendant clasped in her hands, she finally lets it go. With all her strength she thrusts it over the fence and away it goes forever.
The clasp shut slowly leaving darkness and only darkness. The coffin was closed and nothing would open it. She was stuck, stuck all alone. WEll not quite alone. The spiders crawled over her arms as she screamed. Clawing at the clasp trying her hardest to be free. But to no avail. She would die here, alone only with the sound of her screams.
one
….like… holding shit?
his hand clasp tightly against mine, I could feel the nervousness and sweat of mine against his. His being so much larger than mine. Like a small child holding their fathers hand yet we were not father and child we were lovers.
Your hands and mine creating a clasp, like that of a necklace strand delicately hanging around the neck of a woman who so carelessly flung it about her neck.
clasp the latch to a gasp
hold in every breath, then lock the key so it will last.
clasper the friendly ghost: the lesser known of the brothers. He clung to friends; grasping for approval in every relationship he ever had in order to compensate for his less-than-fresh childhood.
the iron clasp on he was powerless, helpless down in the depths of hell he was bound never to come back. the true feeling of loneliness creeps in and he cowers in fear.