I held my breath thinking that, if I acted dead, no one in the room would bother with me. Maybe they wouldn’t even see me. They could just steal anything they wanted and GO.
There was no one in the room, but after a nightmare I was always terrified to move. Terrified to look like I was breathing. I’d try logic “There’s no one in the room. Why would someone be in the room? There’s NEVER been anyone in the room. You’re just thinking about this because you had a nightmare, but there’s never been anyone in the room before, so what are the odds that someone would break in THIS night, for the first time EVER, JUST because you had a nightmare?”
And my reply to myself was always “Yes but that doesn’t mean there *couldn’t* be someone in here right now.
Staring….
Don’t move….
Don’t breathe….”
When I was younger I’d also try to make myself as flat as possible under the covers so it would look like I wasn’t even in the bed. – I can’t quite pull that one off anymore.
Noisy Quiet
The word held is a very interesting word. You think of mothers holding their babies and children. You think of toddlers grasping their Teddy bears and comfort blankets. Even you might remember being held tightly with love.
Sara
i feel held back a lot, usually by myself. I feel myself do it sometimes when i can either do some crazy experience or go home/sleep or to tell someone something or not to, i hold myself back daily!
brenda
love being held brings me comfort and joy and makes me feel secure. i haven’t been held in a long time, except being held in a general way by God and friends and family. I guess that’s enough. Being held by a person is nice, but I can’t expect that as a part of my life right now
me
I held fire in my hands for an hour. I burned down my house. I heated up soup. I then held my lover’s hand. She was turned to ashes.
thomas
It was then, lying there beneath the brightest stars, that i not only let you hold my gaze for the first time, hold my hand for the first time, but you held my heart, so tenderly, and i will never forget.
Virginia
I held my stomach to ease the ache but the pain spread from my skin to my hands. I held my breath, held down my food, held down my pounding heart. My whole body wanted to expand. But even life can’t even be held in forever.
MJ
wrapped around. kept in the past. not let go. kept close to
dph40
The memory of being embraced in the arms of the one you love, once you go long enough without it you begin to forget what it was like… Dreaming until you’re held in their embrace once more. I miss you.
He held my hand and I thought to myself, this is it. This is what love is. But then he lifted his hand highter near my heart and ripped it. Why? Why would he do such a thing. I thought we were doing great. What did I do wrong? Should I apologize, should I runaway. Should I cry, should I be angry?
Samantha
being held in someones arms that you care about is quite possibly the best thing. being held when walking, arm around the shoulder, hands…any type really. he held my hand, i held her hand, she held my hand, i held his hand and we all held each other!!!!
someone grabbing my wrists and not letting them go. hand bruises on them but this not happening in a crazy way. could be on accident like someone trying to tell you something and you won’t listen and the the other person doesn’t know there own strength
Graceful fingers held the flowers as a small smile crept across her lips. Surprise danced in her eyes, highlighted by a bit of hope along her brow as she read the card. Was it from her long lost love? Were these flowers the first of many from the most wonderful man she had ever known? She could not contain the smile that was about to come to life as she read these words “I loved you then, I love you now and I will always love you”.
paulie aragon
In a raven nothingness that is everything to me, I look for a light. I reach out and in effort the pain reassures me. I will my star closer. But there it is held- always-just beyond my reach.
I like to be held. I like holding hands. I like that feeling of being close. I fee like physical contact is a large part of relationships, even if the contact isn’t anything of a sexual nature. To me, it’s calming to just hold someone’s hand or have a hand on their back.
Chelsea
I never knew what it was like to be held like this before. She had her arms around me, her head rested against my sholder. I didnt know what to do but it felt so nice. She looked up at me with her dark grey eyes… at least thats what they were before, now theyre turning… theyre turning purple, wait, her comforting hold turns into me being held in place. she laughs manicly as she pulls my face towards hers, sinking h er fangs into my cheek.
Hey, now, I already had this word, and it’s kind of hard to be all deep and profound about one word in sixty seconds twice in the same couple of minutes. I suppose that’s not the worse thing that could happen. Maybe it’s a trick, maybe this is the only word. Held and held and held again, until there’s nothing else left.
Danica
as i held my baby i really knew that everything would be alright. i had lost my job, i owed the government hundreds of dollars and i was losing my ,mind… but i knew it would all end well.
cameron
Psycho Liza screeched up to a 7-11 in Creek Stand with an engine going bad and no cash. She stepped out and squinted her wild yellow eyes around to gauge the action. Her crazy, ass-length black hair whipped in a sudden wind and she clicked her sharp black boot heels up to the door. She blasted in and stopped with the wind. Everyone froze. She fixed her eyes on the cashier and hissed, “Yahdoh machte spiro shakti,” and he opened the cash drawer, dumped it into a bag and mechanically handed it to her. She tore off, left the townsfolk to read about it the next day, “7-11 Held Up With Voodoo Curse.”
She held me in her arms and it was easy to tell she loved me. She was warm, warm and soft and safe, just as she had always been. It was never hard to get her to hold me or love me, but sometimes I worried she would go away.
Danica
i miss being held by my boyfriend, long distance relationships are hard because you can replace the conversations over dinner with skype and the phone, but you cannot replace the feeling of waking up and falling asleep while held
She held on to him, clutching him for dear life. Her tears halted as she began gagging, blood spilling from her mouth and across her shirt. Still he did not look down at her. Still he simply stared off across the ocean. Why did he not realize she was dying? With her last breath, halfway between a choke and a sob, she whispered, “I love you.” Her head hung back, her mouth and eyes wide open, her chest still; With her last breath, she went unnoticed by the only man who ever held her in his arms.
i held you tight while you cried on my shoulder
i wept with you, but it had to end:
we could NOT go on like before…
therefore i’m setting you free
even if it pains me, even if i’m broken
going away is what you need.
And I held you like I’d never let go, but we both knew it had to end. The time we’d spent together would trap itself forever in our minds as just a memory. So when the years pass and turn into decades, I will always remember the night when you held me and I held you. In the end, you always let go.
Abby
i was held alot as a baby. i think it was this nurturing that made me into such a sensitive loving well rounded human being. I like to hold hands. I like to be held in bed…in truth its hard to sleep if no one is there holding me. kinda sissy huh? yea..gay
Trav
I held her hands as we crossed the beach. Hmm. I guess I can write about anything. That’s dece. Fuck you, beach. The wench can stay. I’ll hold on to her, but I’ll only hold onto the beach in past-tense. Like I hold a glass of fine whisky before it drops to the floor. Meaningless.
Aaron
Who doesn’t want to be held? It’s the one thing that everyone needs but no one ever admits. In the arms of someone you love, being held is the ultimate Eden.
Sadie Cloutier
the fact that everyone always holds on to everything happening during a perfect moment defeats the whole purpose of a perfect moment. you have to have the bad ones in order to realize a perfect moment. the more you hold on to one, think about everything that went on, the more you live in the past and don’t realize the present
bessy
Being held to high standards can be a pretty annoying thing. The only standards you should be held to are your own really, because the only important things to you are the things you consider important. As far as i can tell, if you hold yourself to the proper standards you’ll become what you want.
She reaches out to grab his arm. He Pulls himself away, sending tremors throguh her spine. She pulls out a gun and without a thought, shoots him. She catches his crumpling, bloody body and holds him close as his blood covers it’s the metal weapon.
Kayla
She held me close that night, and for the first time in months, I cried. I cried for everything that I had lost. I cried for everything that I had forgotten. I cried for the girl I had left behind… the girl I could barely remember.
I knew we were meant for each other the first time he held me. I never wanted him to let me go from that moment on…
Mary Lou Wynegar
to hold
feel
relax
be happy
always remember how
people have made you feel
never let go
olivia
He held me in his warm arms. All night long. I don’t even know where I was, or who I was, all I knew was that he was there. I felt so safe. I love him with all of my heart. He held me and it kept me so warm. I wish That moment could last forever. Every time he holds me, it’s like magic. I love him. So so much. <3
Anna
held hostage. in this house. in this body. in this life. i want to escape but something’s holding me back. myself. mostly.
I held my breath thinking that, if I acted dead, no one in the room would bother with me. Maybe they wouldn’t even see me. They could just steal anything they wanted and GO.
There was no one in the room, but after a nightmare I was always terrified to move. Terrified to look like I was breathing. I’d try logic “There’s no one in the room. Why would someone be in the room? There’s NEVER been anyone in the room. You’re just thinking about this because you had a nightmare, but there’s never been anyone in the room before, so what are the odds that someone would break in THIS night, for the first time EVER, JUST because you had a nightmare?”
And my reply to myself was always “Yes but that doesn’t mean there *couldn’t* be someone in here right now.
Staring….
Don’t move….
Don’t breathe….”
When I was younger I’d also try to make myself as flat as possible under the covers so it would look like I wasn’t even in the bed. – I can’t quite pull that one off anymore.
The word held is a very interesting word. You think of mothers holding their babies and children. You think of toddlers grasping their Teddy bears and comfort blankets. Even you might remember being held tightly with love.
i feel held back a lot, usually by myself. I feel myself do it sometimes when i can either do some crazy experience or go home/sleep or to tell someone something or not to, i hold myself back daily!
love being held brings me comfort and joy and makes me feel secure. i haven’t been held in a long time, except being held in a general way by God and friends and family. I guess that’s enough. Being held by a person is nice, but I can’t expect that as a part of my life right now
I held fire in my hands for an hour. I burned down my house. I heated up soup. I then held my lover’s hand. She was turned to ashes.
It was then, lying there beneath the brightest stars, that i not only let you hold my gaze for the first time, hold my hand for the first time, but you held my heart, so tenderly, and i will never forget.
I held my stomach to ease the ache but the pain spread from my skin to my hands. I held my breath, held down my food, held down my pounding heart. My whole body wanted to expand. But even life can’t even be held in forever.
wrapped around. kept in the past. not let go. kept close to
The memory of being embraced in the arms of the one you love, once you go long enough without it you begin to forget what it was like… Dreaming until you’re held in their embrace once more. I miss you.
He held my hand and I thought to myself, this is it. This is what love is. But then he lifted his hand highter near my heart and ripped it. Why? Why would he do such a thing. I thought we were doing great. What did I do wrong? Should I apologize, should I runaway. Should I cry, should I be angry?
being held in someones arms that you care about is quite possibly the best thing. being held when walking, arm around the shoulder, hands…any type really. he held my hand, i held her hand, she held my hand, i held his hand and we all held each other!!!!
someone grabbing my wrists and not letting them go. hand bruises on them but this not happening in a crazy way. could be on accident like someone trying to tell you something and you won’t listen and the the other person doesn’t know there own strength
Graceful fingers held the flowers as a small smile crept across her lips. Surprise danced in her eyes, highlighted by a bit of hope along her brow as she read the card. Was it from her long lost love? Were these flowers the first of many from the most wonderful man she had ever known? She could not contain the smile that was about to come to life as she read these words “I loved you then, I love you now and I will always love you”.
In a raven nothingness that is everything to me, I look for a light. I reach out and in effort the pain reassures me. I will my star closer. But there it is held- always-just beyond my reach.
I like to be held. I like holding hands. I like that feeling of being close. I fee like physical contact is a large part of relationships, even if the contact isn’t anything of a sexual nature. To me, it’s calming to just hold someone’s hand or have a hand on their back.
I never knew what it was like to be held like this before. She had her arms around me, her head rested against my sholder. I didnt know what to do but it felt so nice. She looked up at me with her dark grey eyes… at least thats what they were before, now theyre turning… theyre turning purple, wait, her comforting hold turns into me being held in place. she laughs manicly as she pulls my face towards hers, sinking h er fangs into my cheek.
Hey, now, I already had this word, and it’s kind of hard to be all deep and profound about one word in sixty seconds twice in the same couple of minutes. I suppose that’s not the worse thing that could happen. Maybe it’s a trick, maybe this is the only word. Held and held and held again, until there’s nothing else left.
as i held my baby i really knew that everything would be alright. i had lost my job, i owed the government hundreds of dollars and i was losing my ,mind… but i knew it would all end well.
Psycho Liza screeched up to a 7-11 in Creek Stand with an engine going bad and no cash. She stepped out and squinted her wild yellow eyes around to gauge the action. Her crazy, ass-length black hair whipped in a sudden wind and she clicked her sharp black boot heels up to the door. She blasted in and stopped with the wind. Everyone froze. She fixed her eyes on the cashier and hissed, “Yahdoh machte spiro shakti,” and he opened the cash drawer, dumped it into a bag and mechanically handed it to her. She tore off, left the townsfolk to read about it the next day, “7-11 Held Up With Voodoo Curse.”
She held me in her arms and it was easy to tell she loved me. She was warm, warm and soft and safe, just as she had always been. It was never hard to get her to hold me or love me, but sometimes I worried she would go away.
i miss being held by my boyfriend, long distance relationships are hard because you can replace the conversations over dinner with skype and the phone, but you cannot replace the feeling of waking up and falling asleep while held
She held on to him, clutching him for dear life. Her tears halted as she began gagging, blood spilling from her mouth and across her shirt. Still he did not look down at her. Still he simply stared off across the ocean. Why did he not realize she was dying? With her last breath, halfway between a choke and a sob, she whispered, “I love you.” Her head hung back, her mouth and eyes wide open, her chest still; With her last breath, she went unnoticed by the only man who ever held her in his arms.
i held you tight while you cried on my shoulder
i wept with you, but it had to end:
we could NOT go on like before…
therefore i’m setting you free
even if it pains me, even if i’m broken
going away is what you need.
And I held you like I’d never let go, but we both knew it had to end. The time we’d spent together would trap itself forever in our minds as just a memory. So when the years pass and turn into decades, I will always remember the night when you held me and I held you. In the end, you always let go.
i was held alot as a baby. i think it was this nurturing that made me into such a sensitive loving well rounded human being. I like to hold hands. I like to be held in bed…in truth its hard to sleep if no one is there holding me. kinda sissy huh? yea..gay
I held her hands as we crossed the beach. Hmm. I guess I can write about anything. That’s dece. Fuck you, beach. The wench can stay. I’ll hold on to her, but I’ll only hold onto the beach in past-tense. Like I hold a glass of fine whisky before it drops to the floor. Meaningless.
Who doesn’t want to be held? It’s the one thing that everyone needs but no one ever admits. In the arms of someone you love, being held is the ultimate Eden.
the fact that everyone always holds on to everything happening during a perfect moment defeats the whole purpose of a perfect moment. you have to have the bad ones in order to realize a perfect moment. the more you hold on to one, think about everything that went on, the more you live in the past and don’t realize the present
Being held to high standards can be a pretty annoying thing. The only standards you should be held to are your own really, because the only important things to you are the things you consider important. As far as i can tell, if you hold yourself to the proper standards you’ll become what you want.
She reaches out to grab his arm. He Pulls himself away, sending tremors throguh her spine. She pulls out a gun and without a thought, shoots him. She catches his crumpling, bloody body and holds him close as his blood covers it’s the metal weapon.
She held me close that night, and for the first time in months, I cried. I cried for everything that I had lost. I cried for everything that I had forgotten. I cried for the girl I had left behind… the girl I could barely remember.
I knew we were meant for each other the first time he held me. I never wanted him to let me go from that moment on…
to hold
feel
relax
be happy
always remember how
people have made you feel
never let go
He held me in his warm arms. All night long. I don’t even know where I was, or who I was, all I knew was that he was there. I felt so safe. I love him with all of my heart. He held me and it kept me so warm. I wish That moment could last forever. Every time he holds me, it’s like magic. I love him. So so much. <3
held hostage. in this house. in this body. in this life. i want to escape but something’s holding me back. myself. mostly.