i held you in my arms and you held me in yours. it was love.
tara
I was held by a sharp light coming from a deserted place like the moon. For some strange reason it picked me up in a time of despair. A time where I had lost all sense of comfort and reason.
That was the mysterious feeling of being held once again.
Dan
when you have somthing in your hand, or when you held a memory close to your herart, like an important memory, feeling or dream.
rachael cooke
i held my head on top of my body so i could think ahead of everyone else
Vivek
Sixteen years. That is a long time to have a companion. Though sometimes I was certainly ready to just throw her out the door. Her eyes were the color of grapefruit juice at times, clear and kind of yellowy green. Tonight I held her in my arms and her eyes were cloudy. She had not eaten for days, and I was force-feeding water with an eye dropper. Ah, my little furry friend, I will miss you so. We had a good life together. Oh yes, I do believe that cats go to heaven. Now, I can only hold you in my memories. Farewell, see you when I get there.
Beatrice
If I were to hold you, I wouldn’t know what to do. You are so fragile that any strength would hurt rather than help. But I hold you any way, as best I can, hoping that maybe, somehow, my hold does some good. I know the truth, though. It is but my security blanket. I hold you because I do not know what else to do. I hold you because you are there to be held. Or perhaps, I hold you because I wish to be held.
Jordan
wat up me
wesley
I love the way he holds my hand. I love being held by him in his strong arms. He wraps me up tight and I never want him to let go. He is strength. He is sexy. My hand fits so perfectly in his. I love him, I need him, but I somehow have to let him go. I’m being selfish. I’m in too deep.
Mandy
He held my hand, not knowing why or what encouraged him to do so. He just squeezed as tightly as he could. for dear life, like he was drowning or I was drowning. the feeling was so intense it’s hard to tell.
Laura Novetzke
I held her tightly as we fell. It took only seconds before we had fallen thirty feet into the water. As if in a dream we crashed into the water and plunged deeper until we had slowed to a halt.
Kenneth Dickert
ein held der mann der stunde da wenn gefahr droht, niemals erreicht, so ist er im klassischen sinne… der sp
Kettenweber
Keeping something together, giving support. Glue. Being stuck, not able to move. Strong. Not letting go, lasting forever. Emotion. Love. Staying together, cuddling, hug.
Brian
arms warm cuddly strong man safe calm peaceful baby blanket sweet soft shelter innocent love secure
Kaitlynn
and when you held me I knew that it would be forever. Your hand holding mine held my mind in a beautiful place that I’ve never known. and as your heart held my heart, these thousand miles apart, I know that now matter where, I know that we are
kristinatms@yahoo.com
i wish he had held me while he was here. i can’t wait to see him over christmas. i need to feel his heart beating to understand that he is alive. i’m so glad he’s alive, i don’t know what i would have done if he had actually killed himself. he set himself on fire. that’s more than i can handle. i need to be held by him. i need to hear him breathe. talking to him every day isn’t the same thing. i need to hear him live. i need him to hold me close.
anne
i held my hand upon the river and thought that might be the most beautiful thing to expect from nature the song of the water dancing with the rocks and missing the heat no matter what the cost.
efcos
I held my breath.
You held me.
I wish there was something to hold me here on this earth.
Why do certain things hold our attention?
Why don’t you hold me anymore?
I held my breath
Laura
She held me tightly, an embrace which warmed and comforted me, despite the abominable pit of sorrow deep within my stomach. It was a warmth which worked away, slowly flowed over me, through me, until it reached my core, and I became truly happy.
WilliamAckroyd
Held down pressed against the floor as though glue had starting sweating through his pores, held by club-booted feet and anger.
Rudy
Mi
tobias
She held my hand, it wasn’t like the normal two kids holding hands though. I felt a shiver up my spine conjoined the impenetrable pounding of my heart resonating through the depths of every hollow cave and every empty soul. This was it. I could feel sweat trickling down the back of my neck. I was in love.
Kara
I am being held as I cry, only it is not being held by anyone I can see in full. I can see their hands wrapping around my arms and chafing up and down to keep me warm, and I can see their feet sticking out under the covers, shivering slightly. I can see the brown hair whipping around my face, but I can’t see any other indicator.
That is how I know that it is me, holding onto myself. It was me holding to the entire world, it was me chafing my arms to keep warm and sticking out my cold feet and shaking my hair around my face. This is how I know that it will always be just me, and this is how I know that I am the only one who can ever take care of myself. Nobody hears me crying, nobody sees me crying. Only I can feel it, and I try to stop it. I am there for myself, but I am the only one who has ever been there at all.
Ashley Flowers
She held the cat in her arms as she glanced out the foggy window. Winter had come early this year and the harvest wasn’t nearly finished. Each year the frost came with a surprise, and each year it destroyed the hard work of spring.
Kim
I held a lot of stuff in my life. I wonder, how many kilogramms did I lift up until now? How many kilogramms are held daily worldwide?
Well, probaly does not matter…still, I find it intressting.
sevenclev
the word held is the past tense for the verb ‘hold’. It can be used in various contexts as in clutching on to something or ‘held’ as in ‘organised’. I have never been held by the police for using drugs.
ishan mahajan
Held in the grass. Held in my footing. What would a sessile creature do at this point? Better yet, what could a sessile creature do? Perhaps I am useless where I stand. Or maybe everyone else is moving around too much to realize what they’re missing.
Bill Goodman
I held her hand this morning, on the way to school. She is getting so big. She doesn’t really even want o hold hands anymore, she says she is getting to old for it.
chris
Held in one breath
Lungs constrict
I wake
I dream
I fall
I choke
No tubes will help this
A paradoxical journey
Let me breathe again.
florrie
held something in my mouth,in my box,in my head,in my hand,
He held on to it for as long as he could. It kept wanting to fly away, but he didn’t want it to.
But, basically, this story’s getting out of hand. I wanted to talk about the kitten. What happened to the kitten?
But the kitten wanted to fly away too. Just like the thing he held. He held it too well, though.
Pedro
Someone held my hand, suddenly, tightly. Everything was dark and I was blocked. The grip I was experiencing was of great strength. Sweat came down on my forhead, since that man didn’t stop holding my hand.
maria
The leaves and the branches and the trees and the ground and the water and the sky, and the sun. The world. It holds me together and it holds itself together and together we hold hands but then we part and the world crumbles into darkness unless we can go back in time. So let’s go back in time.
Karina Skoglund
Held in: Traffic, meetings, dry conversations, love, addictions, my mothers arms.
em
I held it tight very tight then someone tried to grab it but i was so strong i kept it with me i was so happy and felt lucky. Grateful.
agus
she held on to everthing she could remember to everything she loved… for one last time, before she would say goodbye forever… “I LOVE YOU!” she called as they pulled away and walked on toward the ramp that would forever take them all away from her… that would forever take him… away from her… “Goodbye! I love you” she called for the last time….
Bekah
She held it softly in her hands, and it fluttered gently. It twittered quietly, and she let it go into the sunrise, to join with the rest of its kind… “Be happy,” she thought, and smiled at the little brown feather it left behind…
Tiffany
i see the satisfaction your eyes help as they surveyed me that winter morning. it was as if you had found the treasure Cortez couldn’t seem to get his hands on. Later you told me i had the same look in my eye. We were meant to be darling and we knew it in that first moment.
Lilly
i fell like a girl on a trampoline only to bounce back up and feel my heart rate rise to my throut. It was a saviors hand that held me from the brink of death that day for the rebound never occured and i lay on the pavement for hours till someone found me.
Beth
I held you near
I held you dear
you closed your heart
so no I am queer
i held you in my arms and you held me in yours. it was love.
I was held by a sharp light coming from a deserted place like the moon. For some strange reason it picked me up in a time of despair. A time where I had lost all sense of comfort and reason.
That was the mysterious feeling of being held once again.
when you have somthing in your hand, or when you held a memory close to your herart, like an important memory, feeling or dream.
i held my head on top of my body so i could think ahead of everyone else
Sixteen years. That is a long time to have a companion. Though sometimes I was certainly ready to just throw her out the door. Her eyes were the color of grapefruit juice at times, clear and kind of yellowy green. Tonight I held her in my arms and her eyes were cloudy. She had not eaten for days, and I was force-feeding water with an eye dropper. Ah, my little furry friend, I will miss you so. We had a good life together. Oh yes, I do believe that cats go to heaven. Now, I can only hold you in my memories. Farewell, see you when I get there.
If I were to hold you, I wouldn’t know what to do. You are so fragile that any strength would hurt rather than help. But I hold you any way, as best I can, hoping that maybe, somehow, my hold does some good. I know the truth, though. It is but my security blanket. I hold you because I do not know what else to do. I hold you because you are there to be held. Or perhaps, I hold you because I wish to be held.
wat up me
I love the way he holds my hand. I love being held by him in his strong arms. He wraps me up tight and I never want him to let go. He is strength. He is sexy. My hand fits so perfectly in his. I love him, I need him, but I somehow have to let him go. I’m being selfish. I’m in too deep.
He held my hand, not knowing why or what encouraged him to do so. He just squeezed as tightly as he could. for dear life, like he was drowning or I was drowning. the feeling was so intense it’s hard to tell.
I held her tightly as we fell. It took only seconds before we had fallen thirty feet into the water. As if in a dream we crashed into the water and plunged deeper until we had slowed to a halt.
ein held der mann der stunde da wenn gefahr droht, niemals erreicht, so ist er im klassischen sinne… der sp
Keeping something together, giving support. Glue. Being stuck, not able to move. Strong. Not letting go, lasting forever. Emotion. Love. Staying together, cuddling, hug.
arms warm cuddly strong man safe calm peaceful baby blanket sweet soft shelter innocent love secure
and when you held me I knew that it would be forever. Your hand holding mine held my mind in a beautiful place that I’ve never known. and as your heart held my heart, these thousand miles apart, I know that now matter where, I know that we are
i wish he had held me while he was here. i can’t wait to see him over christmas. i need to feel his heart beating to understand that he is alive. i’m so glad he’s alive, i don’t know what i would have done if he had actually killed himself. he set himself on fire. that’s more than i can handle. i need to be held by him. i need to hear him breathe. talking to him every day isn’t the same thing. i need to hear him live. i need him to hold me close.
i held my hand upon the river and thought that might be the most beautiful thing to expect from nature the song of the water dancing with the rocks and missing the heat no matter what the cost.
I held my breath.
You held me.
I wish there was something to hold me here on this earth.
Why do certain things hold our attention?
Why don’t you hold me anymore?
I held my breath
She held me tightly, an embrace which warmed and comforted me, despite the abominable pit of sorrow deep within my stomach. It was a warmth which worked away, slowly flowed over me, through me, until it reached my core, and I became truly happy.
Held down pressed against the floor as though glue had starting sweating through his pores, held by club-booted feet and anger.
Mi
She held my hand, it wasn’t like the normal two kids holding hands though. I felt a shiver up my spine conjoined the impenetrable pounding of my heart resonating through the depths of every hollow cave and every empty soul. This was it. I could feel sweat trickling down the back of my neck. I was in love.
I am being held as I cry, only it is not being held by anyone I can see in full. I can see their hands wrapping around my arms and chafing up and down to keep me warm, and I can see their feet sticking out under the covers, shivering slightly. I can see the brown hair whipping around my face, but I can’t see any other indicator.
That is how I know that it is me, holding onto myself. It was me holding to the entire world, it was me chafing my arms to keep warm and sticking out my cold feet and shaking my hair around my face. This is how I know that it will always be just me, and this is how I know that I am the only one who can ever take care of myself. Nobody hears me crying, nobody sees me crying. Only I can feel it, and I try to stop it. I am there for myself, but I am the only one who has ever been there at all.
She held the cat in her arms as she glanced out the foggy window. Winter had come early this year and the harvest wasn’t nearly finished. Each year the frost came with a surprise, and each year it destroyed the hard work of spring.
I held a lot of stuff in my life. I wonder, how many kilogramms did I lift up until now? How many kilogramms are held daily worldwide?
Well, probaly does not matter…still, I find it intressting.
the word held is the past tense for the verb ‘hold’. It can be used in various contexts as in clutching on to something or ‘held’ as in ‘organised’. I have never been held by the police for using drugs.
Held in the grass. Held in my footing. What would a sessile creature do at this point? Better yet, what could a sessile creature do? Perhaps I am useless where I stand. Or maybe everyone else is moving around too much to realize what they’re missing.
I held her hand this morning, on the way to school. She is getting so big. She doesn’t really even want o hold hands anymore, she says she is getting to old for it.
Held in one breath
Lungs constrict
I wake
I dream
I fall
I choke
No tubes will help this
A paradoxical journey
Let me breathe again.
held something in my mouth,in my box,in my head,in my hand,
captured,captivity,frozen,stuck,bounded,struggle,hold,retained,possessed,remain,back-off,stay back,stand,
He held on to it for as long as he could. It kept wanting to fly away, but he didn’t want it to.
But, basically, this story’s getting out of hand. I wanted to talk about the kitten. What happened to the kitten?
But the kitten wanted to fly away too. Just like the thing he held. He held it too well, though.
Someone held my hand, suddenly, tightly. Everything was dark and I was blocked. The grip I was experiencing was of great strength. Sweat came down on my forhead, since that man didn’t stop holding my hand.
The leaves and the branches and the trees and the ground and the water and the sky, and the sun. The world. It holds me together and it holds itself together and together we hold hands but then we part and the world crumbles into darkness unless we can go back in time. So let’s go back in time.
Held in: Traffic, meetings, dry conversations, love, addictions, my mothers arms.
I held it tight very tight then someone tried to grab it but i was so strong i kept it with me i was so happy and felt lucky. Grateful.
she held on to everthing she could remember to everything she loved… for one last time, before she would say goodbye forever… “I LOVE YOU!” she called as they pulled away and walked on toward the ramp that would forever take them all away from her… that would forever take him… away from her… “Goodbye! I love you” she called for the last time….
She held it softly in her hands, and it fluttered gently. It twittered quietly, and she let it go into the sunrise, to join with the rest of its kind… “Be happy,” she thought, and smiled at the little brown feather it left behind…
i see the satisfaction your eyes help as they surveyed me that winter morning. it was as if you had found the treasure Cortez couldn’t seem to get his hands on. Later you told me i had the same look in my eye. We were meant to be darling and we knew it in that first moment.
i fell like a girl on a trampoline only to bounce back up and feel my heart rate rise to my throut. It was a saviors hand that held me from the brink of death that day for the rebound never occured and i lay on the pavement for hours till someone found me.
I held you near
I held you dear
you closed your heart
so no I am queer