As she held the pencil in her hand she realized she knew nothing about the topic of the essay. She had not reviewed her notes and she couldn’t remember what was said in class. This caused her to instantly get that tight feeling in the back of her throat like when you have gone without water for days on end and you see an oasis up ahead.
Minda
If he only held me the way I like, the way I need, the way I want… would I feel lonely? Would I be needy? Unsure of myself? Would I want someone else to hold me? Holding and being held is one way we say I love you, care for you, need you, want you, and want you to know it. Oh to be held.
Shawnta
He held her close, tightly so. Afraid even a moments weakness would lose her again. As if he had never found her in the first place.
It was horrid to think of what would happen if he was left in that sullen lonely hell again. If he had never held her one last time.
But it would never happen. Could never happen.
He had his angel and would hold her till her wings would bring them both back to heaven again.
Crow
She was always warm when she was in his arms. The way he held her made her feel like she was the safest girl in the world, like nothing could get her, and there wasn’t a single feeling like it. She was happiest there.
Kourtney
I held her as close to me as I could for as long as I could. Ultimately, I knew it wasn’t the right answer. No matter how strongly I held onto what we one had, it would eventually crumble, because there was nothing left.
aaron p
I held her hand as she was slowly fainting. Never knew exactly if she found it important, but that was the closest to a relationship I’ve ever had with her.
Anonymous
he held me. she held me. they held me. and they forget. they forgot the feeling. that wonderful drifting fuzzy soft safe feeling. because i went back, you see, I went back and there was nothing left. nothing. all gone. one word? not enough.
alix
He held me in his arms as I poured my heart onto his chest. He said he loved me but I found out that he never meant it.
I want to be held by someone who actually does love me.
Alicia Murphy
I held her in my arms in caressed her face. I watched her sleep in my arms. She was so peaceful. I kissed her forehead and wondered what she was dreaming of. Hopfully me.
Whitneymahboi
aaron held
asgsa
We just held each other. It was absolutely grand. There really were no words to describe it — which is what told me that it was different than all the rest.
Cindelles
There was a bank robbery that had gone awry. The robbers held 13 people hostage and had locled themselves into the bank’s vault. Litle did the police know that they had tunneled underneath the bank over the course of the last 5 years and all the hostages were in on the bank robbery.
Scott Cherry
i held on to you, that’s all i could do. but in the end there was nothing i could say, you weren’t interested in anything i would ever want. i still cried over you
dru
held. fuckin balls. I love it when I m held all night long by the gay stripper named Tony. He relly completes me. Inside and out if you know what I mean. Although he is a little wild that he just loves to shoot up heroin all the time. And sometimes he beats me. I know I should get out of this. It is a terrible brutal relationship. Shit. I just want to be held.
JCole
so i held you close, yet you pushed away. a slow pulse beat between you and me. we thought that it would last for forever into eternity. but i held you too close, too close that the sun burnt up the sky and marred my spirit. nothing would seem the same again.
dragonpoetry
why is it always held?
it should be something like forgotten.
it should be something like feel.
Why does it always seem the same?
is it?
i hope not.
if so someone will need to catch me.
but nobody can.
mike...
him in my arms. it was wonderful, but past tense. held. far away , the coldness of i used to. the frigid are of, i did.
nena
gosh, all i can think of is horrid romantic fiction that my nana used to keep stuffed in the cushions of her sofa on Gertrude Street. she’d putter around the kitchen talking to me, or the dog, or herself, and i’d sneak in and steal macaroons to bring back and eat while i read those silly books and thumbed through for naughty bits.
jonna
my breath for you only a minute before i left, dropping a sip of trembles on my unforgettable beautiful lips.
ivano
i held you in my arms the other night. at least i thought i did. but when the sun reared its ugly head i realized you werent there. it was only an illusion. overthinking something that much makes you believe in something that is not real.
iyl
I held onto those beliefs for years until one day I dropped them like a tray of martini glasses. They were good beliefs while they lasted, but now I needed a
mike morris
longing to be held, seems to be everyone’s highest priority
except, of course, pushing those away that want to hold you
matthew lawrence robinson
Everyday, we touch things
Pencils, children, laundry
Our hands make this possible..we touch, feel, lift
and hold.
One of the very first things that happend to you as a child: You were loved, and were cared for.
You were held.
Miranda Shaw
I held on to the paper in my hand; and I ran. I ran as fast as I could and I ddin’t look back. I couldn’t look back. I was running as I held that little paper in my hand. I was runing away from my life.
Kali
he held me close and whispered “amore.” I slapped him across the face. “You ass. What the hell is wrong with you! I have two husbands and a committed relationship with a dog! Why would you hurt me so.”
Ummm
I held on to you so tightly
I never wanted to let go
But you can’t stop the wind
So I thought you should know
That you were the pillar of my existence
and when you disappeared
everything crumbled to the ground
Turns out you were everything I feared.
Now I sit here in the ruble
The mess of my bloody, broken heart
And I twiddle my thumbs
As I watch my world fall apart
Why fight back
when you know you’re going to loose?
There’s no point in going on
Just fall and pull the noose
Because you can’t put me back
the way used to be
‘cuz my heart didn’t break
it shattered, you see
The pieces flew off
in more than one direction
And if you’re going to get them back
You can start with my reflection
Veroniqua
I held my orange up to the blue azure sky and saw the refection of the sun floating a kiss to my eyeballs and then a cat came and smelled my pants in a most odd way.
jhonny jungle juice
at the edge of the horizon, a child was crying. on and on and on the time was dragging but nothing ever seemed to change. she had always been amazed by the way the light caught just right on the edge of the mountains. it was all she had; all she knew. never wanting anything more from life than that. that was all. she held on.
inneruniverse
held, caught. can’t go anywhere. not an option. Don’t know what to do. Not freedom. Opposite of where I want to be.
Tarryn
He held her in his arms as her silent figure grew still. He shed one tear as her breathing ceased, and he cried out her name, but somehow, he felt no one could or would ever hear him.
elphaba731
She was crying, no, bawling. Her tears stained my shirt as she wimpered out everything…her problem, her regret, her failures. I just held her in my arms trying to tell her everything would turn out ok, but I looked to the sky knowing we were in trouble.
Alec K
I held his hand as we jumped into the lake. The summer was almost over and it was one of the best of my life. I knew we would be going off to different schools this fall, but for right now we decided to live in the moment. Later this afternoon we were going to visit his parents and his mother cooked a meal for us.
Olivia Ross
she held the tattered rabbit in her hands. It was drenched in the rain and mud from the ground upon which she found it. She could only imagine the tears that had fallen since this well loved and
Katlyn
“Where have you been?” he asked, his voice hardened with hatred. I let out an involuntary gasp at his tone. “Ethan,” I sobbed, “they held me here! Didn’t you know? Why didn’t you come for me. I wanted to die when they threw me behind those cold stone walls. O, Why didn’t you come for me, I love you!”
Elizabeth Cullen
i held her close to me as she cried. the rain washed down over us as the thunderclouds overhead rumbled. she felt only sorrow as i told her it would all fade away in the end but it had already faded for me. i felt nothing but held her still.
brandon maze
She saddled closer to the dog
It’s tongue wagging looking at her
She wanted a dog so badly
But was a afraid
The last time she had a dog it was mean and unruly
It bit her
She held her breath and got even closer
Reached her hand out and let him sniff her
He licked her
And nudged closer
She patted his head
It was love
Labelle
In my arms gently but only for a moment as time passed and the moment was lost never to be found again. sigh(!)
Ghost
Today I held this money tree plant in my hand. I took a cutting to see if I can get my own to grow. I researched and they are supposed to be difficult, but the one at work is simple. I can only try
marsha
“held”
Past tense of verb “to hold”. Irregular. Used metaphorically so often: “I held my breath”, “I held in a fart”. Sounds
Well that was interesting, Alex
I held a small child for a moment some time ago. I hated it.
As she held the pencil in her hand she realized she knew nothing about the topic of the essay. She had not reviewed her notes and she couldn’t remember what was said in class. This caused her to instantly get that tight feeling in the back of her throat like when you have gone without water for days on end and you see an oasis up ahead.
If he only held me the way I like, the way I need, the way I want… would I feel lonely? Would I be needy? Unsure of myself? Would I want someone else to hold me? Holding and being held is one way we say I love you, care for you, need you, want you, and want you to know it. Oh to be held.
He held her close, tightly so. Afraid even a moments weakness would lose her again. As if he had never found her in the first place.
It was horrid to think of what would happen if he was left in that sullen lonely hell again. If he had never held her one last time.
But it would never happen. Could never happen.
He had his angel and would hold her till her wings would bring them both back to heaven again.
She was always warm when she was in his arms. The way he held her made her feel like she was the safest girl in the world, like nothing could get her, and there wasn’t a single feeling like it. She was happiest there.
I held her as close to me as I could for as long as I could. Ultimately, I knew it wasn’t the right answer. No matter how strongly I held onto what we one had, it would eventually crumble, because there was nothing left.
I held her hand as she was slowly fainting. Never knew exactly if she found it important, but that was the closest to a relationship I’ve ever had with her.
he held me. she held me. they held me. and they forget. they forgot the feeling. that wonderful drifting fuzzy soft safe feeling. because i went back, you see, I went back and there was nothing left. nothing. all gone. one word? not enough.
He held me in his arms as I poured my heart onto his chest. He said he loved me but I found out that he never meant it.
I want to be held by someone who actually does love me.
I held her in my arms in caressed her face. I watched her sleep in my arms. She was so peaceful. I kissed her forehead and wondered what she was dreaming of. Hopfully me.
aaron held
We just held each other. It was absolutely grand. There really were no words to describe it — which is what told me that it was different than all the rest.
There was a bank robbery that had gone awry. The robbers held 13 people hostage and had locled themselves into the bank’s vault. Litle did the police know that they had tunneled underneath the bank over the course of the last 5 years and all the hostages were in on the bank robbery.
i held on to you, that’s all i could do. but in the end there was nothing i could say, you weren’t interested in anything i would ever want. i still cried over you
held. fuckin balls. I love it when I m held all night long by the gay stripper named Tony. He relly completes me. Inside and out if you know what I mean. Although he is a little wild that he just loves to shoot up heroin all the time. And sometimes he beats me. I know I should get out of this. It is a terrible brutal relationship. Shit. I just want to be held.
so i held you close, yet you pushed away. a slow pulse beat between you and me. we thought that it would last for forever into eternity. but i held you too close, too close that the sun burnt up the sky and marred my spirit. nothing would seem the same again.
why is it always held?
it should be something like forgotten.
it should be something like feel.
Why does it always seem the same?
is it?
i hope not.
if so someone will need to catch me.
but nobody can.
him in my arms. it was wonderful, but past tense. held. far away , the coldness of i used to. the frigid are of, i did.
gosh, all i can think of is horrid romantic fiction that my nana used to keep stuffed in the cushions of her sofa on Gertrude Street. she’d putter around the kitchen talking to me, or the dog, or herself, and i’d sneak in and steal macaroons to bring back and eat while i read those silly books and thumbed through for naughty bits.
my breath for you only a minute before i left, dropping a sip of trembles on my unforgettable beautiful lips.
i held you in my arms the other night. at least i thought i did. but when the sun reared its ugly head i realized you werent there. it was only an illusion. overthinking something that much makes you believe in something that is not real.
I held onto those beliefs for years until one day I dropped them like a tray of martini glasses. They were good beliefs while they lasted, but now I needed a
longing to be held, seems to be everyone’s highest priority
except, of course, pushing those away that want to hold you
Everyday, we touch things
Pencils, children, laundry
Our hands make this possible..we touch, feel, lift
and hold.
One of the very first things that happend to you as a child: You were loved, and were cared for.
You were held.
I held on to the paper in my hand; and I ran. I ran as fast as I could and I ddin’t look back. I couldn’t look back. I was running as I held that little paper in my hand. I was runing away from my life.
he held me close and whispered “amore.” I slapped him across the face. “You ass. What the hell is wrong with you! I have two husbands and a committed relationship with a dog! Why would you hurt me so.”
I held on to you so tightly
I never wanted to let go
But you can’t stop the wind
So I thought you should know
That you were the pillar of my existence
and when you disappeared
everything crumbled to the ground
Turns out you were everything I feared.
Now I sit here in the ruble
The mess of my bloody, broken heart
And I twiddle my thumbs
As I watch my world fall apart
Why fight back
when you know you’re going to loose?
There’s no point in going on
Just fall and pull the noose
Because you can’t put me back
the way used to be
‘cuz my heart didn’t break
it shattered, you see
The pieces flew off
in more than one direction
And if you’re going to get them back
You can start with my reflection
I held my orange up to the blue azure sky and saw the refection of the sun floating a kiss to my eyeballs and then a cat came and smelled my pants in a most odd way.
at the edge of the horizon, a child was crying. on and on and on the time was dragging but nothing ever seemed to change. she had always been amazed by the way the light caught just right on the edge of the mountains. it was all she had; all she knew. never wanting anything more from life than that. that was all. she held on.
held, caught. can’t go anywhere. not an option. Don’t know what to do. Not freedom. Opposite of where I want to be.
He held her in his arms as her silent figure grew still. He shed one tear as her breathing ceased, and he cried out her name, but somehow, he felt no one could or would ever hear him.
She was crying, no, bawling. Her tears stained my shirt as she wimpered out everything…her problem, her regret, her failures. I just held her in my arms trying to tell her everything would turn out ok, but I looked to the sky knowing we were in trouble.
I held his hand as we jumped into the lake. The summer was almost over and it was one of the best of my life. I knew we would be going off to different schools this fall, but for right now we decided to live in the moment. Later this afternoon we were going to visit his parents and his mother cooked a meal for us.
she held the tattered rabbit in her hands. It was drenched in the rain and mud from the ground upon which she found it. She could only imagine the tears that had fallen since this well loved and
“Where have you been?” he asked, his voice hardened with hatred. I let out an involuntary gasp at his tone. “Ethan,” I sobbed, “they held me here! Didn’t you know? Why didn’t you come for me. I wanted to die when they threw me behind those cold stone walls. O, Why didn’t you come for me, I love you!”
i held her close to me as she cried. the rain washed down over us as the thunderclouds overhead rumbled. she felt only sorrow as i told her it would all fade away in the end but it had already faded for me. i felt nothing but held her still.
She saddled closer to the dog
It’s tongue wagging looking at her
She wanted a dog so badly
But was a afraid
The last time she had a dog it was mean and unruly
It bit her
She held her breath and got even closer
Reached her hand out and let him sniff her
He licked her
And nudged closer
She patted his head
It was love
In my arms gently but only for a moment as time passed and the moment was lost never to be found again. sigh(!)
Today I held this money tree plant in my hand. I took a cutting to see if I can get my own to grow. I researched and they are supposed to be difficult, but the one at work is simple. I can only try
“held”
Past tense of verb “to hold”. Irregular. Used metaphorically so often: “I held my breath”, “I held in a fart”. Sounds
I held a small child for a moment some time ago. I hated it.