he held me tightly and told me how much he loves me. I didnt know what to say and I tried to leave. HE became aggressive and I struggled. I was trying to escape. But he took the knife nad cut.
Blood gushed and I fainted. He was dead
Shuba
i was held closely by him in the dark night, it was so breezy and cold and there was a sweet scent of fresh blossoms flowing in the air. everything was just so perfect. i wish that time comes again in my life.
tannie
I held you in my arms and told you that I thought you were the best 4-year-old in the world. And now you’re 11 and I wonder if I’ll ever love someone that much again. You don ‘t trust me like you used to and that makes me sad.
Rita
Held hostage, nearly free, holding firmly to past memories. smiles fade and people change I held on but now I’m free.
Jovana
He held me in my arms and I felt safe. It wasn’t a feeling I was used to. I had been lost and confused for so long, seeking comfort in all of the wrong places. But this was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Warm and cared for. I felt that nothing bad could ever happen. He kissed the back of my neck and whispered “I love you”, but then he was gone. Vanished like the wind. It was only his breath on the back of my neck.
Heather
i held my son in my arms for the first time. in love. for the first time that moment forever in my heart i held my son nursed with milk
Jesika
i want to be held. christ i miss your skin words breath breathing on top of my silhouette i miss your body brazen raw creaking cracking bones gently resting against my hips. i miss your love crazy wild exuberant missing while you’re gone away searching for the wildness crazy bacchanalian adventure
caryn
I held his hand against his as he held my face. I held his heart in my soul as he held my spirit in his very own bones. We held our live together and never let go, for fear the other would die. I held his picture after I let go and he failed to hold his life together.
Kirsten
Um, um
He held me. Warm and soft and yeilding. I can’t believe how wonderful it can feel to just be HELD. Oh my goodness, it makes me so happy and joyful and fullfy yay! omg NOwi I’m hyper. I totally lost track of what I was writing. Booh. Now I feel sad :(
Um, so yeah. Um, Warm. Its cold in this room. I wish It wasn’t so cold in here.
Kat
i held my friend close to me
but i didnt want to hold her too tight
i thought she know how sorry i felt for her
and that would make her cry.
so i held her to the best of my ability
to comfort her
and comfort me
naomi
the boy held a plant in one hand while he held a dog in the other. held together by a force they clung to each other.
Srinivasan Anandan
hold a smile while you wait for life to go by and don’t hesitate just seize the day
someone will hold you precious
it will be ok don’t worry
i wish i could hold on to ehat i feel
tina
Held hostage. She would have never imagined this being her. Why her? What had she ever done?
The man with the knife approached her and she it was over.
It was a good run, though. A nice try at life.
Taylor
I held something in my hand. What an awesome thing to hold. I have power when I hold. I can hold a flower and crush it to smell is fragrance. I can hold it out to someone else to give it. I can hold it tight to make sure no one else can have it. I can hold it out for all the world to see. I held it. It held me with the thought that it was mine to hold. God holds us in His hand too. He sometimes crushes us in circumstances to release our fragrance of praise and trust and faith. He holds us to give light to a lost and dying world. He holds us tight and won’t let us go even when we fall. He holds us for all to see. I held something. It was this thought of holding.
linda
I held her in my arms as she drew her last few breaths. Her eyes fluttered. She lay limp in my arms, Snowflake, my precious cat of 10 years had lapsed into a coma. I cried, I rc
Sue
He held her close knowing all the while that she was no longer. The days stretched to hours which turned to minutes. They we’re big fish in a little pond- and that was ok.
Ellie
I held hear in my arms that day. Everything was bliss. Comfort and safety were all mine that day. I believed that it was to be like that for a long time. I believed that it would be longer than a day. I guess you can’t have everything
Nathan C.
And this is the moment I’ve been waiting for my whole life.
Your eyes are fixed upon mine, and they have no intention of turning away.
You whisper my name and for the first time it sounds sweet.
You held me that night with such love. I didn’t want it to end.
Don’t ever let it end…
Jayme
I held my breath, held up at the supermarket. Held open my hand, held another’s hand. I am free to hold a meeting or to hold a dog’s leash.
John Midgett
I’ve always loved being held. The warmth, the security. It’s always felt so nice to just feel wanted. Being held definitely makes a person feel wanted. To know that they care enough to be near you, and that they want to be there for you. I haven’t been held in awhile and I miss it. It’s something to cherish.
Angela
I held you hand while you looked under ny skirt and then you found the flea and ate it. You said it was yummy and smiled at me.
lisa.cloete@gmail.com
he held me tightly. i didn’t think that he would let me go but he did. then he was gone and i knew that it was really over. i don’t think i ever really knew who he was. i was never myself with him. so why should he be who he seemed to be. pretending, acting all of the time. that’s who we were. actor’s on and off the stage.
frances mercanti-anthony
today i dreamt that i held you. it was the best thing in the world just to be near you, the warmth of your body & to hear your heart beating in sync with mine. it’s moments like these that i wish i had cherished more now you’re gone.
Jocelyn
I held my mommy’s hand while crossing the street, there were cars going be really fast and puddles all over the place. The light turned green and everyone started walking, I held on her hand tightly
Zman
held past tense of hold.
held hands.
held patents.
when you hold it’s there
held is you remembering something being there
meaning it’s not.
held means something got let go (you got… LET GO! 103.3 ATL)
held your breath?
held back?
something was still, and now it’s moving.
joe
He held her close and did not let her go. She could smell his cologne – it was light and airy, not overwhelming by any stretch of the imagination. She didn’t want him to leave, she didn’t want him to let go – she simply wanted him to hold her and hold her. But it wasn’t ment to be. After what seemed like an eternity, he released her.
Natalie
to be held means a lot
jmfv
held together the moment for three seconds and then let it all go but it was okay because i was able to walk away without a tear in my eye and when i left i kew that that moment would be held in my head forver and always. ill never be the same.
samantha
She held me in her arms, and I’d never felt anything else like it. Her warmth was astounding, she felt like a blanket held around me to fight away the cold and the rain. It was at that moment, that one, single moment, I knew I had never loved anyone as much in all my life… And I’d never love anyone that much again. I would not. I could not.
Emilie
to have held is to hold. and the warmness of embrace is to touch
fa
I held onto the only thing I had left, my creativity. This world may be going down in flames, but at least I know how to create a perfect crimson red for the occasion.
Kris
i held on to what little dignity that i had. Trying to save face and keep my respect.
why do these things happen to me?
why is it that every thing that should go right in my life ends in disaster?
one of these days. . .
one of these days. . .
no one
i held my breath and waited for the train to pass. i thought about lying down on th etracks bu it didn’t sem to be worth the effort. Perhaps another day. For now I am going off to the wars
cindy
I held him in my arms, waiting for a response, waiting for him to say something that meant anything. However, I was left with nothing. The coldness in the air was no longer just in the air and, as I laid him gently back down, the coldness from his body passed into my soul, forever freezing the part of me that will always remember him. Without him, this world will forever be ice cold. The ice from the air cut into my body while the stillness from his face cut into my very soul. I was now left with no warmth.
That was when he opened his eyes, flashing me a wink, and whispered, “Gotcha.”
Alyssa Copeland
I held her in my hands her skin cold to the touch she was scared that she could understand the look i gave her. all she knew was that the man was dead and she was to blame. The next time we would she what was the real problem it wasnt that he was dead it was what to do now what we were going to do after the fact where to go and how to get there thats what she wanted to know i screamed dont stand there move your feet we ran faster and faster till my legs like giant bowls of green jello like you would have a a christmas dinner how i despised those holiday jellos and now thats all i could think about as i ran now seeing that my partner in crime was not behind me anymore….
Jordan Wright
Held in high regard my sweet thoughts on political storms. It didn’t mater. We never thought it would end. And never start. We cried. But nobody came. We lived to dance and sing and cry.
Agate
i held onto my last shreds of sanity as the growing darkness enveloped my mind. what was this thing? i felt it clouding my senses and i realized with horror that i wanted this curse, wanted it to consume me and grant me its power in return.
nerius19
his warm welcoming arms bring me closer to him..we shouldn’t be that close not to each other..not when he’s not mine and him not mine.. but yet i stay like this as the warmth covers me. lord i’m drowning in him
lyn new
The darkness that swarmed around the two kept them close together, and each time lightning cracked, the brother would whisper, “It’s all right. I love you.” And the sister would nod, completely comforted by her brother’s reassuring words. They hurtled side-by-side, tails swishing calmly and ears pricked, though the female shivered slightly. The dark brown mastiff —
// I write /mostly/ about animals, for the record. So my every entry here will be with animals.
Kaze
warm arms wrap around me and i know that i am safe. He is my home and laying here is my haven from the chaos out there.
he held me tightly and told me how much he loves me. I didnt know what to say and I tried to leave. HE became aggressive and I struggled. I was trying to escape. But he took the knife nad cut.
Blood gushed and I fainted. He was dead
i was held closely by him in the dark night, it was so breezy and cold and there was a sweet scent of fresh blossoms flowing in the air. everything was just so perfect. i wish that time comes again in my life.
I held you in my arms and told you that I thought you were the best 4-year-old in the world. And now you’re 11 and I wonder if I’ll ever love someone that much again. You don ‘t trust me like you used to and that makes me sad.
Held hostage, nearly free, holding firmly to past memories. smiles fade and people change I held on but now I’m free.
He held me in my arms and I felt safe. It wasn’t a feeling I was used to. I had been lost and confused for so long, seeking comfort in all of the wrong places. But this was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Warm and cared for. I felt that nothing bad could ever happen. He kissed the back of my neck and whispered “I love you”, but then he was gone. Vanished like the wind. It was only his breath on the back of my neck.
i held my son in my arms for the first time. in love. for the first time that moment forever in my heart i held my son nursed with milk
i want to be held. christ i miss your skin words breath breathing on top of my silhouette i miss your body brazen raw creaking cracking bones gently resting against my hips. i miss your love crazy wild exuberant missing while you’re gone away searching for the wildness crazy bacchanalian adventure
I held his hand against his as he held my face. I held his heart in my soul as he held my spirit in his very own bones. We held our live together and never let go, for fear the other would die. I held his picture after I let go and he failed to hold his life together.
Um, um
He held me. Warm and soft and yeilding. I can’t believe how wonderful it can feel to just be HELD. Oh my goodness, it makes me so happy and joyful and fullfy yay! omg NOwi I’m hyper. I totally lost track of what I was writing. Booh. Now I feel sad :(
Um, so yeah. Um, Warm. Its cold in this room. I wish It wasn’t so cold in here.
i held my friend close to me
but i didnt want to hold her too tight
i thought she know how sorry i felt for her
and that would make her cry.
so i held her to the best of my ability
to comfort her
and comfort me
the boy held a plant in one hand while he held a dog in the other. held together by a force they clung to each other.
hold a smile while you wait for life to go by and don’t hesitate just seize the day
someone will hold you precious
it will be ok don’t worry
i wish i could hold on to ehat i feel
Held hostage. She would have never imagined this being her. Why her? What had she ever done?
The man with the knife approached her and she it was over.
It was a good run, though. A nice try at life.
I held something in my hand. What an awesome thing to hold. I have power when I hold. I can hold a flower and crush it to smell is fragrance. I can hold it out to someone else to give it. I can hold it tight to make sure no one else can have it. I can hold it out for all the world to see. I held it. It held me with the thought that it was mine to hold. God holds us in His hand too. He sometimes crushes us in circumstances to release our fragrance of praise and trust and faith. He holds us to give light to a lost and dying world. He holds us tight and won’t let us go even when we fall. He holds us for all to see. I held something. It was this thought of holding.
I held her in my arms as she drew her last few breaths. Her eyes fluttered. She lay limp in my arms, Snowflake, my precious cat of 10 years had lapsed into a coma. I cried, I rc
He held her close knowing all the while that she was no longer. The days stretched to hours which turned to minutes. They we’re big fish in a little pond- and that was ok.
I held hear in my arms that day. Everything was bliss. Comfort and safety were all mine that day. I believed that it was to be like that for a long time. I believed that it would be longer than a day. I guess you can’t have everything
And this is the moment I’ve been waiting for my whole life.
Your eyes are fixed upon mine, and they have no intention of turning away.
You whisper my name and for the first time it sounds sweet.
You held me that night with such love. I didn’t want it to end.
Don’t ever let it end…
I held my breath, held up at the supermarket. Held open my hand, held another’s hand. I am free to hold a meeting or to hold a dog’s leash.
I’ve always loved being held. The warmth, the security. It’s always felt so nice to just feel wanted. Being held definitely makes a person feel wanted. To know that they care enough to be near you, and that they want to be there for you. I haven’t been held in awhile and I miss it. It’s something to cherish.
I held you hand while you looked under ny skirt and then you found the flea and ate it. You said it was yummy and smiled at me.
he held me tightly. i didn’t think that he would let me go but he did. then he was gone and i knew that it was really over. i don’t think i ever really knew who he was. i was never myself with him. so why should he be who he seemed to be. pretending, acting all of the time. that’s who we were. actor’s on and off the stage.
today i dreamt that i held you. it was the best thing in the world just to be near you, the warmth of your body & to hear your heart beating in sync with mine. it’s moments like these that i wish i had cherished more now you’re gone.
I held my mommy’s hand while crossing the street, there were cars going be really fast and puddles all over the place. The light turned green and everyone started walking, I held on her hand tightly
held past tense of hold.
held hands.
held patents.
when you hold it’s there
held is you remembering something being there
meaning it’s not.
held means something got let go (you got… LET GO! 103.3 ATL)
held your breath?
held back?
something was still, and now it’s moving.
He held her close and did not let her go. She could smell his cologne – it was light and airy, not overwhelming by any stretch of the imagination. She didn’t want him to leave, she didn’t want him to let go – she simply wanted him to hold her and hold her. But it wasn’t ment to be. After what seemed like an eternity, he released her.
to be held means a lot
held together the moment for three seconds and then let it all go but it was okay because i was able to walk away without a tear in my eye and when i left i kew that that moment would be held in my head forver and always. ill never be the same.
She held me in her arms, and I’d never felt anything else like it. Her warmth was astounding, she felt like a blanket held around me to fight away the cold and the rain. It was at that moment, that one, single moment, I knew I had never loved anyone as much in all my life… And I’d never love anyone that much again. I would not. I could not.
to have held is to hold. and the warmness of embrace is to touch
I held onto the only thing I had left, my creativity. This world may be going down in flames, but at least I know how to create a perfect crimson red for the occasion.
i held on to what little dignity that i had. Trying to save face and keep my respect.
why do these things happen to me?
why is it that every thing that should go right in my life ends in disaster?
one of these days. . .
one of these days. . .
i held my breath and waited for the train to pass. i thought about lying down on th etracks bu it didn’t sem to be worth the effort. Perhaps another day. For now I am going off to the wars
I held him in my arms, waiting for a response, waiting for him to say something that meant anything. However, I was left with nothing. The coldness in the air was no longer just in the air and, as I laid him gently back down, the coldness from his body passed into my soul, forever freezing the part of me that will always remember him. Without him, this world will forever be ice cold. The ice from the air cut into my body while the stillness from his face cut into my very soul. I was now left with no warmth.
That was when he opened his eyes, flashing me a wink, and whispered, “Gotcha.”
I held her in my hands her skin cold to the touch she was scared that she could understand the look i gave her. all she knew was that the man was dead and she was to blame. The next time we would she what was the real problem it wasnt that he was dead it was what to do now what we were going to do after the fact where to go and how to get there thats what she wanted to know i screamed dont stand there move your feet we ran faster and faster till my legs like giant bowls of green jello like you would have a a christmas dinner how i despised those holiday jellos and now thats all i could think about as i ran now seeing that my partner in crime was not behind me anymore….
Held in high regard my sweet thoughts on political storms. It didn’t mater. We never thought it would end. And never start. We cried. But nobody came. We lived to dance and sing and cry.
i held onto my last shreds of sanity as the growing darkness enveloped my mind. what was this thing? i felt it clouding my senses and i realized with horror that i wanted this curse, wanted it to consume me and grant me its power in return.
his warm welcoming arms bring me closer to him..we shouldn’t be that close not to each other..not when he’s not mine and him not mine.. but yet i stay like this as the warmth covers me. lord i’m drowning in him
The darkness that swarmed around the two kept them close together, and each time lightning cracked, the brother would whisper, “It’s all right. I love you.” And the sister would nod, completely comforted by her brother’s reassuring words. They hurtled side-by-side, tails swishing calmly and ears pricked, though the female shivered slightly. The dark brown mastiff —
// I write /mostly/ about animals, for the record. So my every entry here will be with animals.
warm arms wrap around me and i know that i am safe. He is my home and laying here is my haven from the chaos out there.