in the arms of your one true love. nothing feels as real as the dream of this reality. when what’s lost is found, it can be held in the hearts of those who cherish it for eternity. it’s presence is not ephemeral and fleeting but rather ever-lasting.
Caroline
I held in my hands
The weight of your life
Feeling its fragile form
Vibrate with wispy tendrils of energy
That threatened to unravel
You and me completely
i held on for so long, nothing could stop me. i held on to hope, and for fear, and for everything else in this world. i held out for love, the love i thought i would never find, the love that still evades me. i will never find it again, or so i believe. but that is not true, i will, it is part of me, and will never be lost.
Tiffany
The branches entangled my horn,
my arms and legs trapped in the darkness
everything is in chaos
entropy – the state of messiness
i see the bird
struggling to fly away..
held up in room all alone screaming to be let loose how could this happen to me this is crazy I’m a man of my word no one can stop me i know this but they have finally caught me they have finally caught me.
Tyrell Yarbrough
The young mother held her newborn baby.
For a second, it seemed if the world stopped. The young women grazed a slim finger across the baby’s forehead. The baby was hers.
Only hers.
And that scarred her.
Sarah
captivity, sufference, unfairness. why should we be limited to what others tell us is good? I don’t care about what others think. I AM NO ONE’S HOSTAGE. Liberty of expression is subtly manipulated… through media, through horrible parenting, through intolerance. a man is no man, a man nowadays is someone else. a man is what others turn him into. I want to be HELD by no one. If I unknowingly am.. well then, I wouldn’t be able to write this text, now wouldn’t I? hopefully… think freely.
Dinu B
Trapped helplessly inside the dark closet, she held back a scream. She could feel all their eyes upon the doors to the closet, as if there were none there at all. She held back a scream, though silent on the outside, the fear inside her was deafening and its icy fingers had finally taken hold. She held back a scream, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. She held back a scream, her nightshirt cold and wet from running through the rain. She held back a scream, she heard the floor begin to creak closer to the closet. She held back a scream, the knobs began to turn. She held back a scream, the dark figures stood before her with glowing eyes, drooling mouths, and razor sharp teeth. They made a movement. She held back a–
to be held is to feel the warmth of another entitity. blanket or person. It becomes comfort felt and love shown. I love to be held..
Elizabeth
He held me in his arms. I always felt safest here, though I never really understood why. I get it now. It’s because he’s my home, and I’ll always feel at home there.
Siobhan
he held her hand in his and kissed it slightly then left without ever telling her where he would go. and from that point forward she vowed never to love again no matter how often she was pursued.
Jill
you can hold thing in line, hold a spae in line, hold products, you can be held in detention, held passionately, held against your will, you might not want to eb held but thats what happens. I think held is very important, gravity we are held to the floor of the earth because of gravity, gravity holds everything in place!
liza
I dream of an ocean,
It encompasses the far reaches of my mind,
Where i am held,
Holding,
And in this flux, completely
Free.
He held his son longingly, unwilling to let him go. He hated this part. Why did he always have to leave. True, he would be back in 24 hours, but each time he traveled through time, he came back changed, older, wiser in the sadness of the world.
Raymond Masters
He held the kitten in his hand. The kitten was so tiny and lost looking, and his hand was so large and comforting. The kitten was a calico, white background with patches of burnt orange and black painted across her back and rings of orange, black and white on her tail. what a strange combination, the furry calico kitten in his large brown hands. he was a gentle kind of teenager, still growing into his long, thin legs with his huge feet to anchor him. he had what my dad used to call a “good under standing,” when he would see kids with such big feet. He was not used to cats but this one loved him instantly. She was in need of a home and he was in need of unconditional love and they found each other.
As the kitten grew and he began to drive, they became constant companions. She would perch on his shoulder knowing he would never stop suddenly and send her flying.
I held the stone in my hand. Afraid to let it go. I wasn’t sure why. I knew there wasn’t anything really special about it. But it had been a gift. The first I’d ever received from them. And I held it tight. All the way home. And all through the night in my bed.
Noisy Quiet
Family
A mother and child
Or on the back of father
tiny arms round the neck
or,
Lovers
Hands together
longing forever
Safe
Always
never thinking
of the moment
of letting go.
Ellie
I hold a lot of things. I like to hold puppies, because they are cuddly. I like to hold computers, because I’m a nerd. I also like to hold food, because food is the shit. I like being held, too. I like holding other people (not in some kind of creepy way, but in like a hugging way, ya know?) Holding things is good. I like it. And you should like it too, you insensitive bastard.
Ari
He held softly onto the edge of the wall in front of him. It came up to his waist and he leaned over, he could feel the cold brick against his stomach. He looked down. Below, a hundred cars sped by without a single glance up.
Or so he thought. There was one. A single look. And that single person smiled mischievously and decided he would change this jumper’s life for the better.
Melanie
the fire danced, swayed. laughter echoes. sighed, close. we have never loved like this. it was then. that moment. i knew. the fire danced, swayed.
She cradled it in her hand, a tiny, fragile thing. She wondered if the warmth of her hand would be enough to hatch the egg into the thin boned creature she knew hid inside the thick shell. She wondered if she could raise it herself, always tucked in the curve of her palm.
It wasn’t long before he knew he was not going to see her agin so he held her hand as tight as he could only know that this very moment was his last chance to touch her in a way that let her know he actually loved her. Silently he cried to himself about all the times he may have had to do this very thing with her and how simple it was to do. To be held in the light of love is fleeting but to hold on for dear life is an anguish we can only long for. It is the heat of the moment that may draw us to know how much we care and how much we actually wish we held each other in this light of love. It’s the abyss of it all that holds us together.
ZpprHead
on to you
your hand
you tight
you for a long time
Kristen Duchesne
He held her close to his heart (the cat that is, not the woman) because she was the one who saved him from himself. The woman mistook his affections for her cat as affections for her and clung to his leg like a porn star. The man tried to shake her off gently, but then realized that the only way he could keep the cat in his life was to keep this appalling woman, so he proposed.
Held in what? It’s an evocative word, that can mean opposite things; held in place, in bondage? Or held in security? Comfort?
And why past tense? Why no longer held?
alexw
You held me in your arms as my heart faltered to beat. I could see nothing but everything I was going to miss and most of all your warm touch. Your fingers wiping away a tear the gentle rush of wind as you whisper promises of tomorrow.
Milana
He held me
I looked at him so angry i wanted to scream.
“I love You” He said
“love me”
NO
He held me closely, and I thought it would be okay.
He whispered in my ear, and I thought it would be okay.
He kept me close in his arms, and I thought it would be okay.
He let me go, and I saw how wrong I was for thinking a hold is the same as a want.
Jess
i have always held life in my hands as being precious
holding it delicately as the universe spins around me
if all beings held it as precious,
anger and war and devastation would disappear
please tell me that you have held it as dearly as i
Held up. Held from. Held towards. Held in the palm of my hand, something so small but it represents eternity and life and strength. My palm is the globe.
toomanyk
to be held in someone’s arms for hours is the best feeling. when you just lay there, without a care in the world. it’s beautiful, really.
i want to be held by you.
Callie
What is held close to my heart is not necessarily held close to my head. Thinking about the word held, I’m struck by how much it sounds like hell. Is that a coincidence? What is in a word, anyway? The word held is such a funny word. Like muffin, or flounder. Not as funny, but still a bit funny. Held. Held, held, held, held, held.
Jon
I held this small, yet complex concept between my fingers. The string was thin and worn, but I made sure I had control over it. It wasn’t going anywhere without my approval. Because, at the end of that string, something fragile and important was holding on for dear life. But I knew this friendship wasn’t going to snap anytime soon. The string seemed old and breakable, but we both knew better.
holding hands… and holding hearts. we dont just hold with our hands though. we hold each other up with our actions as well as how we treat them. its an honer to be able to hold someones heart or hold someone up.
Lizzie
“Come on, don’t be afraid of her. It’s still Margie. Like everybody she needs to be held.” and He sat down on the hospital bed and reached out to her.
Valerahaha
I held his hand in mine. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the warmth of this hand. I held it hard in mine. Never wanting it to slip away.
in the arms of your one true love. nothing feels as real as the dream of this reality. when what’s lost is found, it can be held in the hearts of those who cherish it for eternity. it’s presence is not ephemeral and fleeting but rather ever-lasting.
I held in my hands
The weight of your life
Feeling its fragile form
Vibrate with wispy tendrils of energy
That threatened to unravel
You and me completely
i held on for so long, nothing could stop me. i held on to hope, and for fear, and for everything else in this world. i held out for love, the love i thought i would never find, the love that still evades me. i will never find it again, or so i believe. but that is not true, i will, it is part of me, and will never be lost.
The branches entangled my horn,
my arms and legs trapped in the darkness
everything is in chaos
entropy – the state of messiness
i see the bird
struggling to fly away..
held up in room all alone screaming to be let loose how could this happen to me this is crazy I’m a man of my word no one can stop me i know this but they have finally caught me they have finally caught me.
The young mother held her newborn baby.
For a second, it seemed if the world stopped. The young women grazed a slim finger across the baby’s forehead. The baby was hers.
Only hers.
And that scarred her.
captivity, sufference, unfairness. why should we be limited to what others tell us is good? I don’t care about what others think. I AM NO ONE’S HOSTAGE. Liberty of expression is subtly manipulated… through media, through horrible parenting, through intolerance. a man is no man, a man nowadays is someone else. a man is what others turn him into. I want to be HELD by no one. If I unknowingly am.. well then, I wouldn’t be able to write this text, now wouldn’t I? hopefully… think freely.
Trapped helplessly inside the dark closet, she held back a scream. She could feel all their eyes upon the doors to the closet, as if there were none there at all. She held back a scream, though silent on the outside, the fear inside her was deafening and its icy fingers had finally taken hold. She held back a scream, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. She held back a scream, her nightshirt cold and wet from running through the rain. She held back a scream, she heard the floor begin to creak closer to the closet. She held back a scream, the knobs began to turn. She held back a scream, the dark figures stood before her with glowing eyes, drooling mouths, and razor sharp teeth. They made a movement. She held back a–
to be held is to feel the warmth of another entitity. blanket or person. It becomes comfort felt and love shown. I love to be held..
He held me in his arms. I always felt safest here, though I never really understood why. I get it now. It’s because he’s my home, and I’ll always feel at home there.
he held her hand in his and kissed it slightly then left without ever telling her where he would go. and from that point forward she vowed never to love again no matter how often she was pursued.
you can hold thing in line, hold a spae in line, hold products, you can be held in detention, held passionately, held against your will, you might not want to eb held but thats what happens. I think held is very important, gravity we are held to the floor of the earth because of gravity, gravity holds everything in place!
I dream of an ocean,
It encompasses the far reaches of my mind,
Where i am held,
Holding,
And in this flux, completely
Free.
He held his son longingly, unwilling to let him go. He hated this part. Why did he always have to leave. True, he would be back in 24 hours, but each time he traveled through time, he came back changed, older, wiser in the sadness of the world.
He held the kitten in his hand. The kitten was so tiny and lost looking, and his hand was so large and comforting. The kitten was a calico, white background with patches of burnt orange and black painted across her back and rings of orange, black and white on her tail. what a strange combination, the furry calico kitten in his large brown hands. he was a gentle kind of teenager, still growing into his long, thin legs with his huge feet to anchor him. he had what my dad used to call a “good under standing,” when he would see kids with such big feet. He was not used to cats but this one loved him instantly. She was in need of a home and he was in need of unconditional love and they found each other.
As the kitten grew and he began to drive, they became constant companions. She would perch on his shoulder knowing he would never stop suddenly and send her flying.
Held Tight. Held Together. Held Hostage. Held Loosely. Starts with an h and ends with an eld. Held up.
She screamed at me. Why was she screaming at me? I grabbed her until her throat could no longer stand it.The day was young as they took me for her.
Held
I held the stone in my hand. Afraid to let it go. I wasn’t sure why. I knew there wasn’t anything really special about it. But it had been a gift. The first I’d ever received from them. And I held it tight. All the way home. And all through the night in my bed.
Family
A mother and child
Or on the back of father
tiny arms round the neck
or,
Lovers
Hands together
longing forever
Safe
Always
never thinking
of the moment
of letting go.
I hold a lot of things. I like to hold puppies, because they are cuddly. I like to hold computers, because I’m a nerd. I also like to hold food, because food is the shit. I like being held, too. I like holding other people (not in some kind of creepy way, but in like a hugging way, ya know?) Holding things is good. I like it. And you should like it too, you insensitive bastard.
He held softly onto the edge of the wall in front of him. It came up to his waist and he leaned over, he could feel the cold brick against his stomach. He looked down. Below, a hundred cars sped by without a single glance up.
Or so he thought. There was one. A single look. And that single person smiled mischievously and decided he would change this jumper’s life for the better.
the fire danced, swayed. laughter echoes. sighed, close. we have never loved like this. it was then. that moment. i knew. the fire danced, swayed.
She cradled it in her hand, a tiny, fragile thing. She wondered if the warmth of her hand would be enough to hatch the egg into the thin boned creature she knew hid inside the thick shell. She wondered if she could raise it herself, always tucked in the curve of her palm.
It wasn’t long before he knew he was not going to see her agin so he held her hand as tight as he could only know that this very moment was his last chance to touch her in a way that let her know he actually loved her. Silently he cried to himself about all the times he may have had to do this very thing with her and how simple it was to do. To be held in the light of love is fleeting but to hold on for dear life is an anguish we can only long for. It is the heat of the moment that may draw us to know how much we care and how much we actually wish we held each other in this light of love. It’s the abyss of it all that holds us together.
on to you
your hand
you tight
you for a long time
He held her close to his heart (the cat that is, not the woman) because she was the one who saved him from himself. The woman mistook his affections for her cat as affections for her and clung to his leg like a porn star. The man tried to shake her off gently, but then realized that the only way he could keep the cat in his life was to keep this appalling woman, so he proposed.
Held in what? It’s an evocative word, that can mean opposite things; held in place, in bondage? Or held in security? Comfort?
And why past tense? Why no longer held?
You held me in your arms as my heart faltered to beat. I could see nothing but everything I was going to miss and most of all your warm touch. Your fingers wiping away a tear the gentle rush of wind as you whisper promises of tomorrow.
He held me
I looked at him so angry i wanted to scream.
“I love You” He said
“love me”
NO
hold boyfriend family friends love dogs job money surfboard water life nature
mom dad ian nick life ocean trees
She looked at me
I held her and cried as her eyes shut.
She stoped being Kate.
He held me closely, and I thought it would be okay.
He whispered in my ear, and I thought it would be okay.
He kept me close in his arms, and I thought it would be okay.
He let me go, and I saw how wrong I was for thinking a hold is the same as a want.
i have always held life in my hands as being precious
holding it delicately as the universe spins around me
if all beings held it as precious,
anger and war and devastation would disappear
please tell me that you have held it as dearly as i
Held up. Held from. Held towards. Held in the palm of my hand, something so small but it represents eternity and life and strength. My palm is the globe.
to be held in someone’s arms for hours is the best feeling. when you just lay there, without a care in the world. it’s beautiful, really.
i want to be held by you.
What is held close to my heart is not necessarily held close to my head. Thinking about the word held, I’m struck by how much it sounds like hell. Is that a coincidence? What is in a word, anyway? The word held is such a funny word. Like muffin, or flounder. Not as funny, but still a bit funny. Held. Held, held, held, held, held.
I held this small, yet complex concept between my fingers. The string was thin and worn, but I made sure I had control over it. It wasn’t going anywhere without my approval. Because, at the end of that string, something fragile and important was holding on for dear life. But I knew this friendship wasn’t going to snap anytime soon. The string seemed old and breakable, but we both knew better.
holding hands… and holding hearts. we dont just hold with our hands though. we hold each other up with our actions as well as how we treat them. its an honer to be able to hold someones heart or hold someone up.
“Come on, don’t be afraid of her. It’s still Margie. Like everybody she needs to be held.” and He sat down on the hospital bed and reached out to her.
I held his hand in mine. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the warmth of this hand. I held it hard in mine. Never wanting it to slip away.