The night is open, the day is a clasp. It closes tight, holding us within its mundane, monotonous grip. We are free during the dark hours. We can live, love and lose. Perhaps it is better then, perhaps it is not. It affords the time to think as well. Thinking is dangerous a times, it allows us to explore the perversions within ourself.
Cynical Introvert
ijngljnvnasodvnaod clasp?
meow
the clasp at the bottom of my bag was nearly broken. it was worn, with years of misuse and batterings. it had seen me through the worst, and best, days of my life. it’s over. my clasp, my bag, my memories, will leave me today.
Ellen
crank
michael
She clasped on tightly to his hand in the fading day light. It would end here in all likelihood. Her hands were wet with sweat but she held on, hoping that things could be different, that fate would have some other plan for them. But, as she had always suspected, their hands parted.
Eric
They tried to clasp but i managed to keep that from happening…i do what i want
Anonymous
i shut the clasp on the jacket to make sure she was warm. i knew this was the last time i would be seeing her, and i wanted her to remember it as a comfortable moment. looking at her there in the arms of her new family was like saying goodbye to my old life.
alaina
Wondering about the sound. The only sound in the room, all I hear now is an audience of one. They reach forward and grab my hand, looking at me and smiling gently. I won’t forget your face.
Lisa
one
Anonymous
How would he know the clasp of the old man’s hand held such power? It’s warmth flooded him w/ a peace & security he hadn’t known since childhood. He began to uncontrollably weep. Ever so gently the old man drew the younger one to his breast, patting & rocking.
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I undid the clasp on my necklace and held it before my face. I stared at the pendant with a stark clarity with which I had never before been able to stare at it. Even in my numb state I saw that it was beautiful. Even through the gaping void in my chest, I knew that it was valuable. But now, with the love that had once clouded my vision gone, I could see deeper than its beauty or its value, into what it truly was.
It was all just twisted metal.
Julia
The pendant was red, glowing with remorse. Harry Potter looked into the mirror and saw his parents, hand on his shoulder, smiling. He held the glowing darkness in his hand with confusion, trepidation. He didn’t know what to do next. He missed his parents.
Scythe42
the papers exploded from the case, a clasp wound too tightly sending papers into the breeze, onto the road and under the wheels of cars. I stood frozen. What would I do now?
giles
grab, hold onto. it can be considered the closing part of a necklace or bracelet. It starts with a c and ends with lasp.
suz
She took of her necklace and touched the place behind her neck where it left a red mark. The clasp had crawled its sharp mouth into her soft skin and imprinted itself. She thought about the day when she had first put the necklace on, excited to go out, and face the night. It was now a distant memory.
Jean Lucia Lim
The clasp holds the two pieces of wood together. The one piece is of wood is bowed and is at the point of breaking, the other smooth. The clasp represents marriage, holds two things together that shouldn’t be until one breaks.
Sammy Bananas
tight.
hold tight.
never let go.
so few things are permanent. i’d like to make my clasp permanent. just on something. just on one thing. please. i want to clasp something forever. clasp it to my heart.
SHAKLF
there are so many kinds of clasps. clasp can be a noun, or a verb. even an adjective i think. clasp can be on a brooch, on a mink coat, or on a bracelet. but a couple can clasp hands, or a person can clasp a railing of a ship when they are dangling overboard. you can also have a clasping grip. is a claspy person the same as a clingy person? clasp. it seems to have a more violent connotation that cling. clasp. it’s a stronger word, i think. i clasp something to keep it safe, or hang on forever. clasp.
Sarah
he clasped his hands tightly around the neck of the slow breathing elder. suffering was no longer an option and he was the kevorkian of today
Anonymous
hands
book
bees
sound
noise
tight
grip
sss
clap
never let go
Laina
uh, well, i don’t really have anything to say for this one. it’s kind of pointless.
a pointless word.
mhm.
… lol, this is kind of fun actually.
one worrrddd, ftw. :D
hahahahhaaaa.
bahaha.
i just made a website.
it’s pretty cool.
kbabyy.
There he is. I’ve been looking for him all day and the moment I see him, I should call his name but all I can do is freeze. What is it about him that makes my heart stop and beat so incredibly loud all at the same time? I pull it together and call his name. He turns around and I clasp the note in my hand, addressed to him, from me.
Tasha
I clasped his hand gently, afraid of opening my eyes, afraid of learning the truth. Enveloped in darkness, I sought the happiness that had evaded me all my life. But it was nowhere to be found.
Emma
yeah
Yeah I’m out that Brooklyn.
Now I’m down in Tribeca.
Right next to DeNiro
But I’ll be hood forever
I’m the new Sinatra
And since I made it here
I can make it anywhere
(Yeah they love me everywhere)
I used to cop in Harlem
All of my Dominicanos (Hey yo)
Right there off of Broadway
Brought me back to that McDonalds
Took it to my stash spot
560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like Simmons whipping Pastry
Cruising down 8th street
Off-white Lexus
Driving so slow
(but BK, it’s from Texas!!)
Me I’m out that BedStuy
Home of that boy Biggie
now I live on Billboard
and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ta-ta
Still sipping Mai Tais
Sitting courtside
Knicks and Nets give me high-5
N**ga, I be Spiked out
I could trip a referee
…tell by my attitude that I’m MOST DEFINITELY FROM…
[Alicia Keys]
New York!!!!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There’s nothing you can
abby
clasp? really? sounds like a lyric in a song by like linken park using it in a way of grabbing and dominating death! weird thats what i though of!
Brandyn
clasping my hands together, praying, begging, hoping, with everything in me that the same way my fingers intertwine, someday, you and i can intertwine, claps our hands together. mine feel lonely and cold, and yours felt so warm once. or maybe i just imagined them to be. i want us hand in hand, holding each other, forever, clasped tightly. oh so tightly. because i love you and i need you and i dont want to but i keep holding on to you, my hands clasped to this rope that you let go of long ago.
brittany
Clasp is to hold something tight. We clasp something tight sometimes due to a startling sesation. When we shout suddenly in order to frighten someone they might clasp something in their reach and hot you
SSS
to clasp… hm… that’s an interesting word. I wonder if anyone uses it any more… they probably do… Im just a moron…
kevin
hands and hold on tight.
Georgia
clasp.. what do i clasp on to.. what do i want? help me.. please. love. hi ..nonsence
el an
Slippery clasp,
Making his fingers dance.
For the umpteenth time,
I was wishing..
To be free!!
To save some time..
Oh! This was a crime.
Waiting, anticipating…
For the touching and the kissing.
s
hands, like two romances blown away from reality.
Akiva
The clasp on her jacket kept opening, blowing the flap open and threatening to expose her. I should have worn a different coat, she thought. Going nude under a jacket was much more challenging than she thought it would be — when she’d gotten dressed, she hadn’t even considered what might happen at the security checkpoint.
SF
she looked so lovely that night. i held out her gift. she quickly grabbed it from my hand and started unwrapping it. her mouth gaped when she saw the necklace. it was beautiful, but not as beautiful as her. i pulled it from her and undid the clasp. draping it around her neck, and put it on he. she smiled and kissed me.
Airun
clasp
m
Clasping hands, clasping lockets. A clasp can snap. It snaps shut. Clasping each other and time elapses. Slapping each other and snap the clasp. Relax.
K10
IT STOP ME FROM OPENING BY GIRLFRIEND BRA ONE TIME,DAMN THINGS ARE HARD TO UNDO.THEN I GOT THE HANG OF THEM IN NO TIME.I CAN UNDO 10 IN FIVE SECONDS NOW.
dan
The clasp wouldn’t budge. It was stuck. Just like me. I sighed with frustration, fidgeting with my clasp. All it did was stare back at me. Sighing, I flopped back in defeat.
Potatoface
“think about it. the thing was made in the 1800’s, so its old, eh?” Mama murmered as she stared at my reflection in the mirror
“Its still beautiful, though. Grandma Perkins must have peid a fortune for-” i say as i turn to look at her.
“Baby, it is now yours-keep it close to your heart when you leave tomorow”
“I can go, mama?” i asked, surprised at my stubborn mother
“Yes my love, you shall forever fly free now-BUT visit, now ya hear?” She pats me on the back and kisses the locket-“here”-she hands it to me and walks down to her room.
the next day-im off to my new life- the small toyota can barely hold my things- and im free from my mothers clasp with her mother’s locket clasp…
Berquetta simone
grab hold touch feel penis lovely area inches diameter blue metal screw pocketbook
The night is open, the day is a clasp. It closes tight, holding us within its mundane, monotonous grip. We are free during the dark hours. We can live, love and lose. Perhaps it is better then, perhaps it is not. It affords the time to think as well. Thinking is dangerous a times, it allows us to explore the perversions within ourself.
ijngljnvnasodvnaod clasp?
the clasp at the bottom of my bag was nearly broken. it was worn, with years of misuse and batterings. it had seen me through the worst, and best, days of my life. it’s over. my clasp, my bag, my memories, will leave me today.
crank
She clasped on tightly to his hand in the fading day light. It would end here in all likelihood. Her hands were wet with sweat but she held on, hoping that things could be different, that fate would have some other plan for them. But, as she had always suspected, their hands parted.
They tried to clasp but i managed to keep that from happening…i do what i want
i shut the clasp on the jacket to make sure she was warm. i knew this was the last time i would be seeing her, and i wanted her to remember it as a comfortable moment. looking at her there in the arms of her new family was like saying goodbye to my old life.
Wondering about the sound. The only sound in the room, all I hear now is an audience of one. They reach forward and grab my hand, looking at me and smiling gently. I won’t forget your face.
one
How would he know the clasp of the old man’s hand held such power? It’s warmth flooded him w/ a peace & security he hadn’t known since childhood. He began to uncontrollably weep. Ever so gently the old man drew the younger one to his breast, patting & rocking.
I undid the clasp on my necklace and held it before my face. I stared at the pendant with a stark clarity with which I had never before been able to stare at it. Even in my numb state I saw that it was beautiful. Even through the gaping void in my chest, I knew that it was valuable. But now, with the love that had once clouded my vision gone, I could see deeper than its beauty or its value, into what it truly was.
It was all just twisted metal.
The pendant was red, glowing with remorse. Harry Potter looked into the mirror and saw his parents, hand on his shoulder, smiling. He held the glowing darkness in his hand with confusion, trepidation. He didn’t know what to do next. He missed his parents.
the papers exploded from the case, a clasp wound too tightly sending papers into the breeze, onto the road and under the wheels of cars. I stood frozen. What would I do now?
grab, hold onto. it can be considered the closing part of a necklace or bracelet. It starts with a c and ends with lasp.
She took of her necklace and touched the place behind her neck where it left a red mark. The clasp had crawled its sharp mouth into her soft skin and imprinted itself. She thought about the day when she had first put the necklace on, excited to go out, and face the night. It was now a distant memory.
The clasp holds the two pieces of wood together. The one piece is of wood is bowed and is at the point of breaking, the other smooth. The clasp represents marriage, holds two things together that shouldn’t be until one breaks.
tight.
hold tight.
never let go.
so few things are permanent. i’d like to make my clasp permanent. just on something. just on one thing. please. i want to clasp something forever. clasp it to my heart.
there are so many kinds of clasps. clasp can be a noun, or a verb. even an adjective i think. clasp can be on a brooch, on a mink coat, or on a bracelet. but a couple can clasp hands, or a person can clasp a railing of a ship when they are dangling overboard. you can also have a clasping grip. is a claspy person the same as a clingy person? clasp. it seems to have a more violent connotation that cling. clasp. it’s a stronger word, i think. i clasp something to keep it safe, or hang on forever. clasp.
he clasped his hands tightly around the neck of the slow breathing elder. suffering was no longer an option and he was the kevorkian of today
hands
book
bees
sound
noise
tight
grip
sss
clap
never let go
uh, well, i don’t really have anything to say for this one. it’s kind of pointless.
a pointless word.
mhm.
… lol, this is kind of fun actually.
one worrrddd, ftw. :D
hahahahhaaaa.
bahaha.
i just made a website.
it’s pretty cool.
There he is. I’ve been looking for him all day and the moment I see him, I should call his name but all I can do is freeze. What is it about him that makes my heart stop and beat so incredibly loud all at the same time? I pull it together and call his name. He turns around and I clasp the note in my hand, addressed to him, from me.
I clasped his hand gently, afraid of opening my eyes, afraid of learning the truth. Enveloped in darkness, I sought the happiness that had evaded me all my life. But it was nowhere to be found.
yeah
Yeah I’m out that Brooklyn.
Now I’m down in Tribeca.
Right next to DeNiro
But I’ll be hood forever
I’m the new Sinatra
And since I made it here
I can make it anywhere
(Yeah they love me everywhere)
I used to cop in Harlem
All of my Dominicanos (Hey yo)
Right there off of Broadway
Brought me back to that McDonalds
Took it to my stash spot
560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like Simmons whipping Pastry
Cruising down 8th street
Off-white Lexus
Driving so slow
(but BK, it’s from Texas!!)
Me I’m out that BedStuy
Home of that boy Biggie
now I live on Billboard
and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ta-ta
Still sipping Mai Tais
Sitting courtside
Knicks and Nets give me high-5
N**ga, I be Spiked out
I could trip a referee
…tell by my attitude that I’m MOST DEFINITELY FROM…
[Alicia Keys]
New York!!!!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There’s nothing you can
clasp? really? sounds like a lyric in a song by like linken park using it in a way of grabbing and dominating death! weird thats what i though of!
clasping my hands together, praying, begging, hoping, with everything in me that the same way my fingers intertwine, someday, you and i can intertwine, claps our hands together. mine feel lonely and cold, and yours felt so warm once. or maybe i just imagined them to be. i want us hand in hand, holding each other, forever, clasped tightly. oh so tightly. because i love you and i need you and i dont want to but i keep holding on to you, my hands clasped to this rope that you let go of long ago.
Clasp is to hold something tight. We clasp something tight sometimes due to a startling sesation. When we shout suddenly in order to frighten someone they might clasp something in their reach and hot you
to clasp… hm… that’s an interesting word. I wonder if anyone uses it any more… they probably do… Im just a moron…
hands and hold on tight.
clasp.. what do i clasp on to.. what do i want? help me.. please. love. hi ..nonsence
Slippery clasp,
Making his fingers dance.
For the umpteenth time,
I was wishing..
To be free!!
To save some time..
Oh! This was a crime.
Waiting, anticipating…
For the touching and the kissing.
hands, like two romances blown away from reality.
The clasp on her jacket kept opening, blowing the flap open and threatening to expose her. I should have worn a different coat, she thought. Going nude under a jacket was much more challenging than she thought it would be — when she’d gotten dressed, she hadn’t even considered what might happen at the security checkpoint.
she looked so lovely that night. i held out her gift. she quickly grabbed it from my hand and started unwrapping it. her mouth gaped when she saw the necklace. it was beautiful, but not as beautiful as her. i pulled it from her and undid the clasp. draping it around her neck, and put it on he. she smiled and kissed me.
clasp
Clasping hands, clasping lockets. A clasp can snap. It snaps shut. Clasping each other and time elapses. Slapping each other and snap the clasp. Relax.
IT STOP ME FROM OPENING BY GIRLFRIEND BRA ONE TIME,DAMN THINGS ARE HARD TO UNDO.THEN I GOT THE HANG OF THEM IN NO TIME.I CAN UNDO 10 IN FIVE SECONDS NOW.
The clasp wouldn’t budge. It was stuck. Just like me. I sighed with frustration, fidgeting with my clasp. All it did was stare back at me. Sighing, I flopped back in defeat.
“think about it. the thing was made in the 1800’s, so its old, eh?” Mama murmered as she stared at my reflection in the mirror
“Its still beautiful, though. Grandma Perkins must have peid a fortune for-” i say as i turn to look at her.
“Baby, it is now yours-keep it close to your heart when you leave tomorow”
“I can go, mama?” i asked, surprised at my stubborn mother
“Yes my love, you shall forever fly free now-BUT visit, now ya hear?” She pats me on the back and kisses the locket-“here”-she hands it to me and walks down to her room.
the next day-im off to my new life- the small toyota can barely hold my things- and im free from my mothers clasp with her mother’s locket clasp…
grab hold touch feel penis lovely area inches diameter blue metal screw pocketbook