What I held that afternoon was the long lost crucifix that the pagan constantine took with him to his coronation ceremony at the vatican. He held it in his hands in his coffin and put a curse on anyone that would try to steal it in the future
darin
i held my dick in my hands. my brother looked over at me and said “hey you’re not doing it right”.
I kicked him with my foot and watched him bleed from his eyes as I killed him. Then i drank some beer. that was good
I love you so much and now I am running out of time… fuck you. fuck all of you and you and you.
lincoln
I love being held, especially by my boyfriend. Randy. He makes me feel so good and comfortable everytime he holds me. It’s just the greatest feeling ever. He is my world and I love when I’m held in his.
Manda
You have held me in your thought. Somehow I have slippe dinto your mind and now I linger there transparently sweet, sucking away your reason until you are bound to me. Maybe I am not your type, not what you expected. But your longing cannot cease, it will only grow, expanding with the lengths of hours.
Embrace it. Soon I will be embracing you.
Sohinee
he held me in his arms in a loving embrace. and embrace that exploded with passion that had been building for years. Years waiting and wishing to be held in a love like this…
kinsey jones
I wondered about the object in my hand. What was it? What was its purpose? I stared. It looked so fascinating. Everything around me disappeared. I tried to figure out everything and anything. Will it answer any of my questions?
Toaster oven
she held her arms up high with pride, she won the race to the top, jumping from hill to hill…
how she’d accomplish the task after her father broke her spirit– it was obvious, her sister mended her spirit and to the top she flew.
Steph Annie
held in the palm of my hand, i was had a girl but she really held me, now i hold nothing, held is pastense and if something was held it is primarily no longer within the grasp it once was. held not hell
barrett
I held my boyfriend because i dont know why. haha. i just said that because the word was held. Sometimes I want to hold instead of be held I dont know why. Its kind of strange actually because I am a girl and most girls like to be held.. Weird. hahahaha.. Im running out of what to say. yeah Held! Cool word :))))
Olivia.
just did this but it deleted it cos i held back in giving my email, but now i just read its not visible so i will
held is a hard word though, its got a tense n everything, bit too specific for my liking, its always holding in the arms isnt it, holding someone
tams
I held myself within myself and noticed that I did not think too much about it. It was wet and dark outside my window. Or was I seeing the trees barking upon my wall? There is much to know about my life here at the house. It is damp and musty like the attic.
And I am alone.
Safi Hazira
He held me close, his breath hot against the top of my head. Putting my arms around him, I buried my face into his chest and sobbed.
CaryAnn
I held his hand and we walked into the room together, but alone. I didn’t know what I would find, only had some idea of what we were going to see. All my fears were accounted for when I turned the corner and saw my daughter lying in the bed alone and naked. Tubes came off her small body, from every direction and the tyre marks slashed a path across her chest.
Stacey Childs
he held me and surely we embraced.
the friend who i have loved held me.
i am held. i am loved.
susanne o'day
Every day last year you help my hand. Through the rough times, and the best times, and even the awkward times when we hardly even knew each other. So why is it that I haven’t heard from you in weeks? Don’t you care about me anymore? Or have I help on too long?
pbjx3
For a minute I held onto the device as it vibrated and beeped. Having been startled from sleep, my heart was beating a hundred times a minute. I pushed the red button and the screen glowed green. In it was the number I needed to call.
no name
never my hand…why not…I understand that we never had a relationship per se…but you would hold me around my waist…pull me into you…you would also hug me longer than people who were just friends normally hold onto each other…it is as if you wanted to be with me…but something was holding you back…so what held you back?…I would love to know…was my fear holding you back…I was scared for a reason…you could do no wrong in my eyes…and I was afraid I would do wrong…so what was holding you back?…tell me…
Chelsea Holden
I held the heart in my hands, the dead cow heart that was once alive and beating. I felt like a murderer, but all at the same time I had felt as if I was being set free. The blood gushed out and over.
Michelle Hay
I held hands with my Dethface on our first date. I thought it was dorky, but it was still kinda cute. Then we made out later… A lot… It was fun. I like making out. It often leads to better things, like sex. Sex is probably the best thing ever and it sucks that women have periods.
Spooky
I held the grape until it turned into a raisin and then i ate the raisin all up!
marie scafuri
He held me close as we spent what could be the last moments of our life together. The lights were dimming and blurring and I could no longer keep his face in focus. “Hang on.” I heard him say, “We can make it together, stay together.”
Lindsay Galland
He held my dreams at a standstill. He’s been waiting. Waiting to return my dreams. But after all this time, still, I see no trace of him. And my dreams are kept away.
narcissus
petrify me
in phosphorous smugness
I am all yours for the taking
from stone ledges and elephantine
failures.
you speak
in basted herbs,
thumbing through my recipe
of the kettle calling out the pot.
yeah, I mean you, all full of life
and such,
bound unto the streets you crossed
without rhyme or reason.
either way, it’s chicken for breakfast lunch and dinner
and we both know,
I’m no cook.
Hannah Wells
I held my book ’till it fell, down the well, where it rang the bell and broke a sea shell. Momma said “Oh well.” Now I don’t know what to do since I can’t tie my shoe, knowing the well ate my book…telling me how to do so!
T.R. Donovan
She held on desperately she did not want to die, she was not ready, there was so much for her yet to do.
“It is time to go,” a voice said.
No it can’t be over yet, this can’t be how it ends.
She was hanging on to the edge of her life.
“Just let go.”
Madness
I was held in place by the mobsters. One of them took off his belt, wrapped it tightly around his fist, and bashed out three of my teeth. Fresh blood, sickly warm, rand down my face and down onto my shirt. As it saw it begin coating my shirt, I thought, “I just bought this shirt.”
Nick Griffin
he held her, he told her
he wouldn’t have held her had he not
been beholden, barefoot and storm-locked
he held her and though she looked southward
she held on to the railing to keep from
falling and tripping him up, too.
barbara goldberg
I held the puppy in my arms. It was small, cute, of course, and slightly wet, maybe because it had dunked its entire head in the river just a moment before I picked it up. The eyes were small, but welcoming, friendly. I couldn’t believe how quickly it came to feel comfortable there, as though I were its mother, as though it trusted me, as though it knew it was too cute to hurt.
Calvin McGreggors
I held the cards tightly in my right hand. I knew i had a winner; two aces and three kings. Barney beside me huffed out a breath of obvious discouragement.
Lauran Harney
It perfectly fits the current state of the phsyche of the modern society.
vashistha iyer
It held me in its gooey greenblack stare, the molded potato salad. I held my breath, took the dish, held it one last time and dumped that shit into the netherworld of the disposal.
yuri k poe
i will not be held captive by this time limit. I know I can continue to write long after the time runs out. Yet I continue to race the green line towards the finish and when the red comes and the ding
bret michaels
he held the belt in the air like a scepter as my brother and i trembled below him, peons prostrate in fear. Yet with the lashings came freedom. It seemed like every blow struck the chains that held me to my guilt, and by the time he was finished I was sufficiently guilt-free enough to break the rules again
pipipi the piper
as i held her she wept. it was not because she was sad it was because teh comfort that I provided her was a feeling that she was so unused to that the warth of our intertwined bodies made her feel insecure. She wondered if the feeling would only be fleeting and tried to enjoy the thought of being held in that manner ever night. SHe wanted to believe in love but she knew too little.
clement rabess
I have no idea. Helding on is not grammatically correct. Held is past tense for hold. I see nothing wrong with holding on to good things but I suppose we’ve all got to let go sometime. Like I’m letting this clock run out, yep. Hello hello hello hello hello is time up yet?
Tigre
she held him tight knowing it wouldn’t last. clinging and not saying, silence overwhelmed the two who were not together, and would not be together.
pelena
i felt his warmth.
shooting. flying .
bolting through my being.
safe.
nothing mattered.
the cold isn’t felt,
the stresses of the day.
gone.
all in a moment.
all in such a simple action,
easily perfomed – without a second thought on his part.
has such an impact.
love.
truly?
im not sure, but only,
if only for this brief part of time,
it is.
pure un-adulterated love.
yes,
yes i can stay like this….
i dont mind
veronica lynn
he held me in his arms and counted to ten. for the first time since i came here, i didnt feel so out of place. between him and me it was just the right amount of space. Without him, I was incomplete. With him, I was perfect; content.
With him, nothing would be forgotten. I would never be alone…
With him… I was held.
Jaimie the Great!
i held you closely while it was freezing cold out. we only had a couple blankets but thank god for those.I couldnt believe where we were
all i could think of was how drunk and cold i was.
Gabs
I held a star in my hand as the Big Dipper made his grand adventure through the hemisphere of life and corrosion. I did not think about the way in which I held that star in the wallow of my mind, but I realized there’s more to life than what is being said around me.
What I held that afternoon was the long lost crucifix that the pagan constantine took with him to his coronation ceremony at the vatican. He held it in his hands in his coffin and put a curse on anyone that would try to steal it in the future
i held my dick in my hands. my brother looked over at me and said “hey you’re not doing it right”.
I kicked him with my foot and watched him bleed from his eyes as I killed him. Then i drank some beer. that was good
I love you so much and now I am running out of time… fuck you. fuck all of you and you and you.
I love being held, especially by my boyfriend. Randy. He makes me feel so good and comfortable everytime he holds me. It’s just the greatest feeling ever. He is my world and I love when I’m held in his.
You have held me in your thought. Somehow I have slippe dinto your mind and now I linger there transparently sweet, sucking away your reason until you are bound to me. Maybe I am not your type, not what you expected. But your longing cannot cease, it will only grow, expanding with the lengths of hours.
Embrace it. Soon I will be embracing you.
he held me in his arms in a loving embrace. and embrace that exploded with passion that had been building for years. Years waiting and wishing to be held in a love like this…
I wondered about the object in my hand. What was it? What was its purpose? I stared. It looked so fascinating. Everything around me disappeared. I tried to figure out everything and anything. Will it answer any of my questions?
she held her arms up high with pride, she won the race to the top, jumping from hill to hill…
how she’d accomplish the task after her father broke her spirit– it was obvious, her sister mended her spirit and to the top she flew.
held in the palm of my hand, i was had a girl but she really held me, now i hold nothing, held is pastense and if something was held it is primarily no longer within the grasp it once was. held not hell
I held my boyfriend because i dont know why. haha. i just said that because the word was held. Sometimes I want to hold instead of be held I dont know why. Its kind of strange actually because I am a girl and most girls like to be held.. Weird. hahahaha.. Im running out of what to say. yeah Held! Cool word :))))
just did this but it deleted it cos i held back in giving my email, but now i just read its not visible so i will
held is a hard word though, its got a tense n everything, bit too specific for my liking, its always holding in the arms isnt it, holding someone
I held myself within myself and noticed that I did not think too much about it. It was wet and dark outside my window. Or was I seeing the trees barking upon my wall? There is much to know about my life here at the house. It is damp and musty like the attic.
And I am alone.
He held me close, his breath hot against the top of my head. Putting my arms around him, I buried my face into his chest and sobbed.
I held his hand and we walked into the room together, but alone. I didn’t know what I would find, only had some idea of what we were going to see. All my fears were accounted for when I turned the corner and saw my daughter lying in the bed alone and naked. Tubes came off her small body, from every direction and the tyre marks slashed a path across her chest.
he held me and surely we embraced.
the friend who i have loved held me.
i am held. i am loved.
Every day last year you help my hand. Through the rough times, and the best times, and even the awkward times when we hardly even knew each other. So why is it that I haven’t heard from you in weeks? Don’t you care about me anymore? Or have I help on too long?
For a minute I held onto the device as it vibrated and beeped. Having been startled from sleep, my heart was beating a hundred times a minute. I pushed the red button and the screen glowed green. In it was the number I needed to call.
never my hand…why not…I understand that we never had a relationship per se…but you would hold me around my waist…pull me into you…you would also hug me longer than people who were just friends normally hold onto each other…it is as if you wanted to be with me…but something was holding you back…so what held you back?…I would love to know…was my fear holding you back…I was scared for a reason…you could do no wrong in my eyes…and I was afraid I would do wrong…so what was holding you back?…tell me…
I held the heart in my hands, the dead cow heart that was once alive and beating. I felt like a murderer, but all at the same time I had felt as if I was being set free. The blood gushed out and over.
I held hands with my Dethface on our first date. I thought it was dorky, but it was still kinda cute. Then we made out later… A lot… It was fun. I like making out. It often leads to better things, like sex. Sex is probably the best thing ever and it sucks that women have periods.
I held the grape until it turned into a raisin and then i ate the raisin all up!
He held me close as we spent what could be the last moments of our life together. The lights were dimming and blurring and I could no longer keep his face in focus. “Hang on.” I heard him say, “We can make it together, stay together.”
He held my dreams at a standstill. He’s been waiting. Waiting to return my dreams. But after all this time, still, I see no trace of him. And my dreams are kept away.
petrify me
in phosphorous smugness
I am all yours for the taking
from stone ledges and elephantine
failures.
you speak
in basted herbs,
thumbing through my recipe
of the kettle calling out the pot.
yeah, I mean you, all full of life
and such,
bound unto the streets you crossed
without rhyme or reason.
either way, it’s chicken for breakfast lunch and dinner
and we both know,
I’m no cook.
I held my book ’till it fell, down the well, where it rang the bell and broke a sea shell. Momma said “Oh well.” Now I don’t know what to do since I can’t tie my shoe, knowing the well ate my book…telling me how to do so!
She held on desperately she did not want to die, she was not ready, there was so much for her yet to do.
“It is time to go,” a voice said.
No it can’t be over yet, this can’t be how it ends.
She was hanging on to the edge of her life.
“Just let go.”
I was held in place by the mobsters. One of them took off his belt, wrapped it tightly around his fist, and bashed out three of my teeth. Fresh blood, sickly warm, rand down my face and down onto my shirt. As it saw it begin coating my shirt, I thought, “I just bought this shirt.”
he held her, he told her
he wouldn’t have held her had he not
been beholden, barefoot and storm-locked
he held her and though she looked southward
she held on to the railing to keep from
falling and tripping him up, too.
I held the puppy in my arms. It was small, cute, of course, and slightly wet, maybe because it had dunked its entire head in the river just a moment before I picked it up. The eyes were small, but welcoming, friendly. I couldn’t believe how quickly it came to feel comfortable there, as though I were its mother, as though it trusted me, as though it knew it was too cute to hurt.
I held the cards tightly in my right hand. I knew i had a winner; two aces and three kings. Barney beside me huffed out a breath of obvious discouragement.
It perfectly fits the current state of the phsyche of the modern society.
It held me in its gooey greenblack stare, the molded potato salad. I held my breath, took the dish, held it one last time and dumped that shit into the netherworld of the disposal.
i will not be held captive by this time limit. I know I can continue to write long after the time runs out. Yet I continue to race the green line towards the finish and when the red comes and the ding
he held the belt in the air like a scepter as my brother and i trembled below him, peons prostrate in fear. Yet with the lashings came freedom. It seemed like every blow struck the chains that held me to my guilt, and by the time he was finished I was sufficiently guilt-free enough to break the rules again
as i held her she wept. it was not because she was sad it was because teh comfort that I provided her was a feeling that she was so unused to that the warth of our intertwined bodies made her feel insecure. She wondered if the feeling would only be fleeting and tried to enjoy the thought of being held in that manner ever night. SHe wanted to believe in love but she knew too little.
I have no idea. Helding on is not grammatically correct. Held is past tense for hold. I see nothing wrong with holding on to good things but I suppose we’ve all got to let go sometime. Like I’m letting this clock run out, yep. Hello hello hello hello hello is time up yet?
she held him tight knowing it wouldn’t last. clinging and not saying, silence overwhelmed the two who were not together, and would not be together.
i felt his warmth.
shooting. flying .
bolting through my being.
safe.
nothing mattered.
the cold isn’t felt,
the stresses of the day.
gone.
all in a moment.
all in such a simple action,
easily perfomed – without a second thought on his part.
has such an impact.
love.
truly?
im not sure, but only,
if only for this brief part of time,
it is.
pure un-adulterated love.
yes,
yes i can stay like this….
i dont mind
he held me in his arms and counted to ten. for the first time since i came here, i didnt feel so out of place. between him and me it was just the right amount of space. Without him, I was incomplete. With him, I was perfect; content.
With him, nothing would be forgotten. I would never be alone…
With him… I was held.
i held you closely while it was freezing cold out. we only had a couple blankets but thank god for those.I couldnt believe where we were
all i could think of was how drunk and cold i was.
I held a star in my hand as the Big Dipper made his grand adventure through the hemisphere of life and corrosion. I did not think about the way in which I held that star in the wallow of my mind, but I realized there’s more to life than what is being said around me.