I held her close to me as we slept
our breathing synchronous
our love eternal
we are eternal
alex diakonis
i held him in my arms and thought about how much he meant to me. how much i wanted to be with him and how much i was willing to do to make that happen. i don’t think that that’s enough to make me do it, though. i do like the way he holds me and i love the way he feels in my arms. it’s warm and it’s loving and it just feels right, like nothing else does. i want him to hold me, forever.
rosalie
I held the glass in my hand. Is it real? Does it not exist? Is it half full or empty? iI’m not sure. All i know is that its here for a reason, and i intend to find out why!
Chris Z
He held me in his arms, without ever even saying a word. Nothing like the word that was above the bed: held. It flashed there, held in place with heart strings. A neon glow encompassed each letter, as he pushed himself inside of me. The notions that I had held onto from before were slowly slipping away, and I realized that it wasn’t me that was being held, but him.
Enoch Draven Hyde
I held the gun at a distance and thought to my self, what would jesus do? he die for our sins, so now so are you!! i pulled the trigger and down went the mobster. I don’t know why, but I slept better that night than i ever have in my entire life. it was a beautiful thing, justice.
Bruce Carlton
I can’t keep doing this. Every time I attempt to write, I think of you. The first thing that came to mind here had to do with you holding me in your arms… which never happened, as much as I wanted it. There was a time when you wanted it too, but never again. And I know we are a “never again” sort of concept. But I can’t get you out of my head. You stole all my words when you left. I can’t organize them into something beautiful anymore.
K~
who knows what kind of things can be held between two different people.
It all matters in the end, it all matters to both of us.
The ones involved will never be the same, as they change moment by moment.
We are not ones to judge how things go, we’re ones to welcome experiences and bid them farewell as they go and disappear over the horizon of the past.
How long is this gonna go?
Audn
you held a red smartie in yoiur hand you ate the smarties in ono partuclar order no one told how to hold it you held the smatie gently but at the same time crushed it you ended up with red smartie colouring all over your hand
lola notiy
I held his hand, he held mine.
I love him so much, but he barely has time.
So many friends, but little to do with me,
I want him to spend time with me.
Maybe someday, he’ll know I held his hand.
Held.
candace fields
I held it gently in my hands. I looked at it, my eyes weary from fatigue welcomed warmly the embrace of such a sight.
Mustapha
I held the razor blade in my hands, No time. Must cut. Once.No time. Pain. Once again. Nothing…
Henry Sarabia
In her hand she held the secret of life, not a possesion, not an idea, but a way of life. To hold it is to hold a small fragile bird, to live it is to look through the lens’ of virtue.
Bill Shears
when you held my hand i wanted to melt.
i loved you and you ruined it when you held her in your arms. you showed me how you truly are. i held in my pain until i knew you were really never coming back.
Marquita
She held the girl, comforting her in her sadness. “Hush, it’s alright,” she said.
Myrina
i held you tight. i promised to never let go. sweat dripped from my face down to my hands. you are screaming. the ravine still looks bottomless. just one more minute, i said. i felt your hands slipping.
jiao
I have a good day today
It was friday
The friday, it’s the last day of the week
Friday make poeple happy !
This is why i’m happy !
I really like the friday !
The friday, you can go with your friends and have a lot of fun !
Anonymous
I held her hand. She held mine. I held onto all of my doubts. I should have let her hand go. I should have let go of my doubts. But I held on.
Mark Anderson
I held my head high as i watched him walked past me again and again. I don’t need him to bring my attitude down anymore, my life will go on. i’m better than this silly game.
heids
He held her at a knife point and asked her father for a ransom amount.
ankurr
Being held, I guess. Not holding, but instead being active. I suppose to be held could be applicable, but I like the other. Making that one person feel secure. I like that. I like it even more than feeling safe in somebody else’s arms.
Michael Votto
i was held here to write about the word..
if i was just to think what to write it’ll be a more complex speech..
to keeep, to capture, to held!
as much amy ways of understanding this word..
and to write about it..
i held one man once, but he managed to scape…
eloy
held. past tense. i held. no longer. love lost. the real tragedy? i never held her. not her hhand or her arm or her body. i never held the one i wanted to.
olek
held my hand while walking foward but I could feel him pulling away I did not want him to leave but I knew I needed to let go. I drifted slowly pulling my fingers loose. He relinquished me and I swept past the dream he held in my heart
vanstar
The man held the women in his arms as she cried with the wet rain running down her face. He wondered then, if their lives would ever be the same again. In the midst of this sunset, as the light slowly crawled away from them, he swallowed the last of the poison.
Regina C.
i held a baby it was so cool i held apples i held lines i held food that i like i really really like it. i held my ipod i held my laptop i held my shoe i held my remote control i held laughter i held tears i held pain i held life i held a dog i held a cousin i held love i held everything in the world that thier is to hold.
Mely
it took me five minutes and 16 seconds to finally realise how i held the blasted thing, now it has come to my attentiojn that was easy all along, just go with your instainct and grab the darn thing and shake it lol thats all i can say cus im str
talitha
Cillian held her, and as he did he wondered if he was doing the right thing – or repeating the sins that many generations of angels before him had committed. But Natalie, she was different than all the other human temptresses. She held him tightly, and he knew it was true. She took care of him. Loved him. Plus, she baked the best cookies.
LittleFishy
As I held her soft hand, I silently wished she would never let go.
Rico
I’ve always have a fascination with arms, they always appeared in everything that I wrote poetically. Arms always hold something, everything, and they love being held in return. It feels good to use your arms.
Justin Bard
I had an idea. I held it in my mind, a seed not willing to sprout. I just waited, warming it, waiting to see what would become of it. what kind of flower, or weed, or soft leaves, or spiky bristles. not forcing, now pressuring. just holding
kenneth
it’s a comfort many don’t know. so many crave it, wish for it, dream about being held, the ones that have it, sometimes don’t know how good they have it.
venessa
i held her in my arms so tenderly that i thought that the world around us would just stop forever holding us in the one perfect instant where we two could be always joined and never apart, however soon i realized that i would have to let her go and trust that she would return to me
Royce Wells
he held her close as she cried, frustrated over the fact that it never really felt like anyone knew, or cared to know, her side of the story. It really is strange when someone you once thought hated you for hurting them is the one offering to drive to your house in the middle of the night to get you ice cream and hold you until you feel better.
amada
She held the rainwater in her cupped hands, and then slowly poured it out over the sandy grave. “Rest in peace, Mother,” she whispered.
Pseudonym
i realy dont know what to writ its a hard word. bu i thing of sombody holing back something or beeeing held back to us there one potentiall
maja
actions in the pass. i used to hold different stuff before but now i just let them go instead of holding on to them. but there is always new actions to
alfredo
I held him in my arms with the burning intensity of a thousand lightning bolts firing in my chest. I was given an opportunity to love and I jumped, feet first, eyes wide, arms open, and with courage, I landed.
Rachel Ford
i want to be held. i want to know that he loves me even if what we say goes misconstrued. i know there is something. he is everything. this is what it means to be held. when you know he will always be there. i want to be the one he comforts. i dont want his friends to look after me for him. he is my shining star.
heyhey
I held it close to my bod.y It was a gem. Nothing that I could ever get again. It was once my prize, now i only wish it was so. It was no longer mine. All I wanted was to have it back, and yet…. it could never be the same. I don’t really know what happened, all i know is that when i used to hold it, it would make me happy…. things aren’t so anymore. It does nothing for me now
Dom Arseneault
OWNED, FELT, WANTED, NEEDED, LET GO , DROPPED, PICKED UP, LET GO, HELD ON , HELD FAST, HELD HARD, HALF HELD, HOLD OUT, HOLD ON FAST, LET GO,
I held her close to me as we slept
our breathing synchronous
our love eternal
we are eternal
i held him in my arms and thought about how much he meant to me. how much i wanted to be with him and how much i was willing to do to make that happen. i don’t think that that’s enough to make me do it, though. i do like the way he holds me and i love the way he feels in my arms. it’s warm and it’s loving and it just feels right, like nothing else does. i want him to hold me, forever.
I held the glass in my hand. Is it real? Does it not exist? Is it half full or empty? iI’m not sure. All i know is that its here for a reason, and i intend to find out why!
He held me in his arms, without ever even saying a word. Nothing like the word that was above the bed: held. It flashed there, held in place with heart strings. A neon glow encompassed each letter, as he pushed himself inside of me. The notions that I had held onto from before were slowly slipping away, and I realized that it wasn’t me that was being held, but him.
I held the gun at a distance and thought to my self, what would jesus do? he die for our sins, so now so are you!! i pulled the trigger and down went the mobster. I don’t know why, but I slept better that night than i ever have in my entire life. it was a beautiful thing, justice.
I can’t keep doing this. Every time I attempt to write, I think of you. The first thing that came to mind here had to do with you holding me in your arms… which never happened, as much as I wanted it. There was a time when you wanted it too, but never again. And I know we are a “never again” sort of concept. But I can’t get you out of my head. You stole all my words when you left. I can’t organize them into something beautiful anymore.
who knows what kind of things can be held between two different people.
It all matters in the end, it all matters to both of us.
The ones involved will never be the same, as they change moment by moment.
We are not ones to judge how things go, we’re ones to welcome experiences and bid them farewell as they go and disappear over the horizon of the past.
How long is this gonna go?
you held a red smartie in yoiur hand you ate the smarties in ono partuclar order no one told how to hold it you held the smatie gently but at the same time crushed it you ended up with red smartie colouring all over your hand
I held his hand, he held mine.
I love him so much, but he barely has time.
So many friends, but little to do with me,
I want him to spend time with me.
Maybe someday, he’ll know I held his hand.
Held.
I held it gently in my hands. I looked at it, my eyes weary from fatigue welcomed warmly the embrace of such a sight.
I held the razor blade in my hands, No time. Must cut. Once.No time. Pain. Once again. Nothing…
In her hand she held the secret of life, not a possesion, not an idea, but a way of life. To hold it is to hold a small fragile bird, to live it is to look through the lens’ of virtue.
when you held my hand i wanted to melt.
i loved you and you ruined it when you held her in your arms. you showed me how you truly are. i held in my pain until i knew you were really never coming back.
She held the girl, comforting her in her sadness. “Hush, it’s alright,” she said.
i held you tight. i promised to never let go. sweat dripped from my face down to my hands. you are screaming. the ravine still looks bottomless. just one more minute, i said. i felt your hands slipping.
I have a good day today
It was friday
The friday, it’s the last day of the week
Friday make poeple happy !
This is why i’m happy !
I really like the friday !
The friday, you can go with your friends and have a lot of fun !
I held her hand. She held mine. I held onto all of my doubts. I should have let her hand go. I should have let go of my doubts. But I held on.
I held my head high as i watched him walked past me again and again. I don’t need him to bring my attitude down anymore, my life will go on. i’m better than this silly game.
He held her at a knife point and asked her father for a ransom amount.
Being held, I guess. Not holding, but instead being active. I suppose to be held could be applicable, but I like the other. Making that one person feel secure. I like that. I like it even more than feeling safe in somebody else’s arms.
i was held here to write about the word..
if i was just to think what to write it’ll be a more complex speech..
to keeep, to capture, to held!
as much amy ways of understanding this word..
and to write about it..
i held one man once, but he managed to scape…
held. past tense. i held. no longer. love lost. the real tragedy? i never held her. not her hhand or her arm or her body. i never held the one i wanted to.
held my hand while walking foward but I could feel him pulling away I did not want him to leave but I knew I needed to let go. I drifted slowly pulling my fingers loose. He relinquished me and I swept past the dream he held in my heart
The man held the women in his arms as she cried with the wet rain running down her face. He wondered then, if their lives would ever be the same again. In the midst of this sunset, as the light slowly crawled away from them, he swallowed the last of the poison.
i held a baby it was so cool i held apples i held lines i held food that i like i really really like it. i held my ipod i held my laptop i held my shoe i held my remote control i held laughter i held tears i held pain i held life i held a dog i held a cousin i held love i held everything in the world that thier is to hold.
it took me five minutes and 16 seconds to finally realise how i held the blasted thing, now it has come to my attentiojn that was easy all along, just go with your instainct and grab the darn thing and shake it lol thats all i can say cus im str
Cillian held her, and as he did he wondered if he was doing the right thing – or repeating the sins that many generations of angels before him had committed. But Natalie, she was different than all the other human temptresses. She held him tightly, and he knew it was true. She took care of him. Loved him. Plus, she baked the best cookies.
As I held her soft hand, I silently wished she would never let go.
I’ve always have a fascination with arms, they always appeared in everything that I wrote poetically. Arms always hold something, everything, and they love being held in return. It feels good to use your arms.
I had an idea. I held it in my mind, a seed not willing to sprout. I just waited, warming it, waiting to see what would become of it. what kind of flower, or weed, or soft leaves, or spiky bristles. not forcing, now pressuring. just holding
it’s a comfort many don’t know. so many crave it, wish for it, dream about being held, the ones that have it, sometimes don’t know how good they have it.
i held her in my arms so tenderly that i thought that the world around us would just stop forever holding us in the one perfect instant where we two could be always joined and never apart, however soon i realized that i would have to let her go and trust that she would return to me
he held her close as she cried, frustrated over the fact that it never really felt like anyone knew, or cared to know, her side of the story. It really is strange when someone you once thought hated you for hurting them is the one offering to drive to your house in the middle of the night to get you ice cream and hold you until you feel better.
She held the rainwater in her cupped hands, and then slowly poured it out over the sandy grave. “Rest in peace, Mother,” she whispered.
i realy dont know what to writ its a hard word. bu i thing of sombody holing back something or beeeing held back to us there one potentiall
actions in the pass. i used to hold different stuff before but now i just let them go instead of holding on to them. but there is always new actions to
I held him in my arms with the burning intensity of a thousand lightning bolts firing in my chest. I was given an opportunity to love and I jumped, feet first, eyes wide, arms open, and with courage, I landed.
i want to be held. i want to know that he loves me even if what we say goes misconstrued. i know there is something. he is everything. this is what it means to be held. when you know he will always be there. i want to be the one he comforts. i dont want his friends to look after me for him. he is my shining star.
I held it close to my bod.y It was a gem. Nothing that I could ever get again. It was once my prize, now i only wish it was so. It was no longer mine. All I wanted was to have it back, and yet…. it could never be the same. I don’t really know what happened, all i know is that when i used to hold it, it would make me happy…. things aren’t so anymore. It does nothing for me now
OWNED, FELT, WANTED, NEEDED, LET GO , DROPPED, PICKED UP, LET GO, HELD ON , HELD FAST, HELD HARD, HALF HELD, HOLD OUT, HOLD ON FAST, LET GO,