she held me close, i didn’t know her name, i didn’t remember it, i was so fucked. We smiled at each other, I moved in because it was so easy, it was what I knew. She smiled, we kissed. Fuck, what was her name. I need to figure… fuck it. I love this part. We speed up. Heavy breathes, pushing sliding, we can’t hold on any more.
Jim Russell
I remember Mom as she held me moments into the brutally-cold air-breathing world. I was as slimy as a snail and wet and shivering and I wanted the world I’d left behind, the cozy tight warm swimming aqua fishy world where I was king
Ted Scheck
It’s been so long that it hurts. Everyone needs to be held sometimes.
Aerich
Emily always tells me that she feels so safe when I hold her in my arms. I love the feeling that I can take care of a person, and have someone depend on me. It makes me feel like I’ll be a good father someday. Now I’ve just got to get my life in order so I get to that point.
Joel Smith
Being held always seems that there is safety…. and who is the actual giver of safety? The Lord…. and we are held in His hands. This is so peace giving because we don’t have to worry because we are held
rai
being held. gently holding. held is softer than hold.
held, brings an image of a small bird temporarily stunned being gently held, recovering then flying away.
held. held . I know it’s the past tense but it sounds so present. It’s such a visual,,two people holding each other, but it’s the feeling afterwards..the feeling of being held, it contains the word love in it…held.
vina
I held on to her hand, hoping she wouldn’t leave it. She had a choice to make… us or her. I couldn’t bear to imagine what would happen to us if she went away. I knew our relationship wouldn’t be able to survive another bout of distance.
As I waited for her to speak, I saw our lives flash before my eyes.
Abhay Prasanna
He held me really close in his arms. I could feel the warmth of his beare chest against my back and the moon shone high above us. The way it shone on my skin seemed to make it glow with the light sparkel of dimonds. I Knew that the reason he held me so close, was not because he didn’t want to let me go but because it seemed to close us off from everything else.
lindsay Jade
I held the world on my shoulders. Death and life were at my figure tips but the one thing that I could not hold was the feelings of the people who I carried through life and death and on my shoulders. But though I cant hold onto their feelings but it is amazing to watch them.
DontEatRawHagis
to be hellllldddd. like when i was young and my mother would know how hard the day had been, how i was awoken in the middle of the night to her shouting, chastised at school for not speaking up enough, and ignored by my friends when all i wanted to do was watch a movie. OH to be held.
jewsie
I once held a baby in my arms. She was the sweetest baby. The first time I held her I fell in love. I loved to hold her. I still do. I have held her in my heart for over a year now and she will remain to be there forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever
jaceyy
Hold me. Thats what i need now and untill the end of time. I need to be held. Just like babies need to be held,just like little winny barky needy dogs need to be held. Thats me. Needy, whinny, maybe not barky though.
november
I’ve held onto the ghost of her for too long.
She didn’t hold onto me long enough.
We held up each other-
wasted.
rtt
I held the ball in my hand.
DonZabu
to grasp something and take it in for a long or short period of time
hallie
He held her as she wept, her hot tears falling onto his neck and running down his chest. How could this happen? he wondered. Good people should not have to go through this. Why her? Why me? What was she going to do now? One thing for sure, he wasn’t going to just leave her here like this. He’d take her back to his place — at least for a while. Maybe she would gather herself together after a few days/weeks… it didn’t matter. He had time. Hell, time was all he had. His eyes scanned the crowd. Was the murderer here? Was he watching her even now? Was he planning to come after her? That was a distinct possibility. He’d get her to safety first. Then keep watch. The night held no terrors for him. He was as at home in the darkness as he was in the light — a legacy of his half-vampire blood.
Brittany Kingston
i held you in my arms for the last time. I wasn’t sorry. the time we had together was bittersweet. Why were you leaving? You wouldn’t say. It was something about the weather,last night’s dinner,the smell…
Anne K.
She held me in her tiny hands, caressing me like a mother would caress her child. Where her strength came from I didn’t know, but that thought retreated to the back of my mind as I quickly became mesmerized by her beauty. She was the most gorgeous woman I had ever met. And she had just saved my life.
Gavin Verhey
I held my mother in my arms after she fell done the stairs. She had just stepped on another one of those bobby pins that I always leave around the house. it went so deep into her foot that it was hard to pull out. we had to heat the pin and numb her foot to get the pin out of her foot. i t was a scary but semi-hilarious moment. i never left my bobby pins laying around after this inident.
Tathiana
the amount of cheesy and ridiculous responses we’ll see to this word…like the one I’m trying really hard not to write at this very moment. “He held me,” “I held him,” “We held each other.” BLAH blah
booky
i held responsibilities in life. I am currently holding responsiblities as well. I wonder whether holding on to things is really the cause of all unhappiness. Maybe, happiness will come when one lets go instead of hold on. Maybe happiness is when things run through you.
prashant r
What do we have to hold on to? Is there anything left that deserves us to fight for? I mean, it’s not like we care about anything anymore, so, why ‘hold’ anything? Maybe it’s appropriate that the word is ‘held’ then. We held a lot of things, and we’ve dropped them all. That’s what’s really sad. The fact that we just don’t seem to care about anything.
Peter Sohl
I struggled frantically as he held my head beneath the water. I tried to hold my breath, but my exertions forced the life sustaining gas from my lungs. As the bubbles exploded from my mouth and up towards the surface where I strived to break free, I realized that this was it. I was going to die. Surrendering, I finally inhaled, embracing the liquid darkness.
Caryssa
I held her in my arms. She was no longer my baby but a beautiful seven year old girl. Yet her face was the same face, her smile the same, and her dimple in the same spot.
Kristen M.
held back held down held up. i don’t want to be held any longer. i want to be free from the hold you want to have on me. you can hold me – but don’t hold onto me. i need to go now.
sad girl
The baby, so small, needed to be kept safe. The world was harsh and unforgiving, how clicheed sounding I thought to myself but it was true, nothing but a babe in toyland…. I love toys, they are fun, who doesnt like a good light brite, not even sure if I spelled that correctly.
David Grouix
having held onto something,
past tense, memories even.
it can be mental thoughts,
or material objects.
“He held onto the laughter”
joesph
Many people have been held by something or someone. This one thing could have been the kodak moment of their lives or a catastrophe of the century. No matter how long you have lived that one moment you were held by something is important to you.
Scott paige
to be held is what we all want
It is the strongest of desires.
To be held is the ends that justify your means.
Don’t think, just do. We all want to be held, so find someone, and hold them
Ben rouda
I held my breath. And I counted– I keep. I am. I cried the other day. I tried to hold it back but I couldn’t. I think you liked it. Or maybe your hated it. Or maybe I do not know why I held out so long. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Goodnight.
Samantha E.
he held me tight. he wouldnt let me go, i could’ve stayed there forever. i let it all go, and i forgot about all fear. he held me hard so i wouldnt let go. and i knew i never would. for a moment i could hear his heart pound, and as my tear fell, he let me go.. i will never forget that moment; the moment of love i will never feel again.
Oh, to be held like a baby. Snuggled and cuddled and cooed at.
“I used to hold you like a baby,” I said to her. “I enjoy being held by you. I always will.”
I replied, “And I will always love you, like when you were a baby.”
Lori Myers
in her arms the most prized posession in the known world, but did not know how to care for it in the school parking lot with nobody else around to make suggestions or get a hamburger N fries, maybe yogurt
mperlman
She held the seeds carefully, being sure to not drop them. If they were to be destroyed, the plant supply would likely die and be unable to return to life in the spring. This was her job, in the City. All underground, but it produced its own food in the Green Room, where no one was allowed in unless they had an All-Access pass to the City.
And only three of those passes existed.
She was just a Mail woman, and this was a special delivery.
FAGBALLS
I held my breath as you kissed me
I hold out hope you will miss me
D-Nice
She was held until there was nothing less to comfort, and then he simply let her go, and walked away.
To be held, to be recognized is the object of human desire. We wish only to be that.
magenta
The first time I held my sons in my arms, all I could think about was the love that was filling my heart. What a wonder to see them looking up at me, wondering who I was, wondering what they would be. This little face was connected to who had been kicking me for the past four months. These little arms would hold me tight for as long as I could stand it. Every morning, my younger son asks me to hold him. and I do…I do.
dara
In the morning, I reached across the bed to turn off the light. I’d been sleeping with the lights on for several nights now, to keep the dreams at bay. The ones where you come back and hold me just when I’m drifting off. It’s like you’re finally here, testing me and dragging me, kicking and screaming, exactly where I want to go. This is the morning I won’t let you touch me. Today, it will become past tense. You held me as I drifted off. But never again. Once I dress myself and step out the door, everything is past tense.
she held me close, i didn’t know her name, i didn’t remember it, i was so fucked. We smiled at each other, I moved in because it was so easy, it was what I knew. She smiled, we kissed. Fuck, what was her name. I need to figure… fuck it. I love this part. We speed up. Heavy breathes, pushing sliding, we can’t hold on any more.
I remember Mom as she held me moments into the brutally-cold air-breathing world. I was as slimy as a snail and wet and shivering and I wanted the world I’d left behind, the cozy tight warm swimming aqua fishy world where I was king
It’s been so long that it hurts. Everyone needs to be held sometimes.
Emily always tells me that she feels so safe when I hold her in my arms. I love the feeling that I can take care of a person, and have someone depend on me. It makes me feel like I’ll be a good father someday. Now I’ve just got to get my life in order so I get to that point.
Being held always seems that there is safety…. and who is the actual giver of safety? The Lord…. and we are held in His hands. This is so peace giving because we don’t have to worry because we are held
being held. gently holding. held is softer than hold.
held, brings an image of a small bird temporarily stunned being gently held, recovering then flying away.
held. held . I know it’s the past tense but it sounds so present. It’s such a visual,,two people holding each other, but it’s the feeling afterwards..the feeling of being held, it contains the word love in it…held.
I held on to her hand, hoping she wouldn’t leave it. She had a choice to make… us or her. I couldn’t bear to imagine what would happen to us if she went away. I knew our relationship wouldn’t be able to survive another bout of distance.
As I waited for her to speak, I saw our lives flash before my eyes.
He held me really close in his arms. I could feel the warmth of his beare chest against my back and the moon shone high above us. The way it shone on my skin seemed to make it glow with the light sparkel of dimonds. I Knew that the reason he held me so close, was not because he didn’t want to let me go but because it seemed to close us off from everything else.
I held the world on my shoulders. Death and life were at my figure tips but the one thing that I could not hold was the feelings of the people who I carried through life and death and on my shoulders. But though I cant hold onto their feelings but it is amazing to watch them.
to be hellllldddd. like when i was young and my mother would know how hard the day had been, how i was awoken in the middle of the night to her shouting, chastised at school for not speaking up enough, and ignored by my friends when all i wanted to do was watch a movie. OH to be held.
I once held a baby in my arms. She was the sweetest baby. The first time I held her I fell in love. I loved to hold her. I still do. I have held her in my heart for over a year now and she will remain to be there forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever
Hold me. Thats what i need now and untill the end of time. I need to be held. Just like babies need to be held,just like little winny barky needy dogs need to be held. Thats me. Needy, whinny, maybe not barky though.
I’ve held onto the ghost of her for too long.
She didn’t hold onto me long enough.
We held up each other-
wasted.
I held the ball in my hand.
to grasp something and take it in for a long or short period of time
He held her as she wept, her hot tears falling onto his neck and running down his chest. How could this happen? he wondered. Good people should not have to go through this. Why her? Why me? What was she going to do now? One thing for sure, he wasn’t going to just leave her here like this. He’d take her back to his place — at least for a while. Maybe she would gather herself together after a few days/weeks… it didn’t matter. He had time. Hell, time was all he had. His eyes scanned the crowd. Was the murderer here? Was he watching her even now? Was he planning to come after her? That was a distinct possibility. He’d get her to safety first. Then keep watch. The night held no terrors for him. He was as at home in the darkness as he was in the light — a legacy of his half-vampire blood.
i held you in my arms for the last time. I wasn’t sorry. the time we had together was bittersweet. Why were you leaving? You wouldn’t say. It was something about the weather,last night’s dinner,the smell…
She held me in her tiny hands, caressing me like a mother would caress her child. Where her strength came from I didn’t know, but that thought retreated to the back of my mind as I quickly became mesmerized by her beauty. She was the most gorgeous woman I had ever met. And she had just saved my life.
I held my mother in my arms after she fell done the stairs. She had just stepped on another one of those bobby pins that I always leave around the house. it went so deep into her foot that it was hard to pull out. we had to heat the pin and numb her foot to get the pin out of her foot. i t was a scary but semi-hilarious moment. i never left my bobby pins laying around after this inident.
the amount of cheesy and ridiculous responses we’ll see to this word…like the one I’m trying really hard not to write at this very moment. “He held me,” “I held him,” “We held each other.” BLAH blah
i held responsibilities in life. I am currently holding responsiblities as well. I wonder whether holding on to things is really the cause of all unhappiness. Maybe, happiness will come when one lets go instead of hold on. Maybe happiness is when things run through you.
What do we have to hold on to? Is there anything left that deserves us to fight for? I mean, it’s not like we care about anything anymore, so, why ‘hold’ anything? Maybe it’s appropriate that the word is ‘held’ then. We held a lot of things, and we’ve dropped them all. That’s what’s really sad. The fact that we just don’t seem to care about anything.
I struggled frantically as he held my head beneath the water. I tried to hold my breath, but my exertions forced the life sustaining gas from my lungs. As the bubbles exploded from my mouth and up towards the surface where I strived to break free, I realized that this was it. I was going to die. Surrendering, I finally inhaled, embracing the liquid darkness.
I held her in my arms. She was no longer my baby but a beautiful seven year old girl. Yet her face was the same face, her smile the same, and her dimple in the same spot.
held back held down held up. i don’t want to be held any longer. i want to be free from the hold you want to have on me. you can hold me – but don’t hold onto me. i need to go now.
The baby, so small, needed to be kept safe. The world was harsh and unforgiving, how clicheed sounding I thought to myself but it was true, nothing but a babe in toyland…. I love toys, they are fun, who doesnt like a good light brite, not even sure if I spelled that correctly.
having held onto something,
past tense, memories even.
it can be mental thoughts,
or material objects.
“He held onto the laughter”
Many people have been held by something or someone. This one thing could have been the kodak moment of their lives or a catastrophe of the century. No matter how long you have lived that one moment you were held by something is important to you.
to be held is what we all want
It is the strongest of desires.
To be held is the ends that justify your means.
Don’t think, just do. We all want to be held, so find someone, and hold them
I held my breath. And I counted– I keep. I am. I cried the other day. I tried to hold it back but I couldn’t. I think you liked it. Or maybe your hated it. Or maybe I do not know why I held out so long. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Goodnight.
he held me tight. he wouldnt let me go, i could’ve stayed there forever. i let it all go, and i forgot about all fear. he held me hard so i wouldnt let go. and i knew i never would. for a moment i could hear his heart pound, and as my tear fell, he let me go.. i will never forget that moment; the moment of love i will never feel again.
hold, hand, feeling, moving, special, loved, warmth, retreat, silence, breathing, violence, struggle, near, fear, frighten, justify, abuse, power, abdicate, scar, scare, no, yes,
Oh, to be held like a baby. Snuggled and cuddled and cooed at.
“I used to hold you like a baby,” I said to her. “I enjoy being held by you. I always will.”
I replied, “And I will always love you, like when you were a baby.”
in her arms the most prized posession in the known world, but did not know how to care for it in the school parking lot with nobody else around to make suggestions or get a hamburger N fries, maybe yogurt
She held the seeds carefully, being sure to not drop them. If they were to be destroyed, the plant supply would likely die and be unable to return to life in the spring. This was her job, in the City. All underground, but it produced its own food in the Green Room, where no one was allowed in unless they had an All-Access pass to the City.
And only three of those passes existed.
She was just a Mail woman, and this was a special delivery.
I held my breath as you kissed me
I hold out hope you will miss me
She was held until there was nothing less to comfort, and then he simply let her go, and walked away.
To be held, to be recognized is the object of human desire. We wish only to be that.
The first time I held my sons in my arms, all I could think about was the love that was filling my heart. What a wonder to see them looking up at me, wondering who I was, wondering what they would be. This little face was connected to who had been kicking me for the past four months. These little arms would hold me tight for as long as I could stand it. Every morning, my younger son asks me to hold him. and I do…I do.
In the morning, I reached across the bed to turn off the light. I’d been sleeping with the lights on for several nights now, to keep the dreams at bay. The ones where you come back and hold me just when I’m drifting off. It’s like you’re finally here, testing me and dragging me, kicking and screaming, exactly where I want to go. This is the morning I won’t let you touch me. Today, it will become past tense. You held me as I drifted off. But never again. Once I dress myself and step out the door, everything is past tense.
Wuts up murder i hope u go 2 hell Bitch