“Cup holders. They hold more than cups sometimes.”
“Very astute.”
“I found melted chocolate over here in mine.”
“Well don’t eat it!”
“You’re not even looking at me!”
“I don’t need to look to confirm you’re a grade-A dumbass!”
Holder of my heart. Why did you let it fall down the elevator shaft? Didn’t you know the crystal would shatter? That the tiny shards would be forever embedded within me? That the pain would be a constant reminder of your face when I let it all go?
MD
her brooming eyes swept me in to bloom with their blue flowers centered in white cotton, soothing dove nests.
She clung to the candle holder
small and brass
she placed it over her heart
mothers favorite
old and worn
antique she called it
trash more like
but beautiful all the same
she wondered could it hold a flame
ashley
You are my Holder
when i need to be held who better to call
then my Holder
you are good at what you do
tight hugs
strong arms
nice hands
but more often i wish
that i could be
your Holder too
I first think of hands when I read this word. Hands holding each other. I guess one of the hands could be called a holder. Both of them in fact. Holders could also be kinds of people who do not like to let go. They continue holding on until time is gone.
Megan
the cup holder. The guy who holds the cup. he has soft brown eyes and brown sandy hair. Little does he know he holds my heart. please handle with care.
jinxmoon
Hold her close to your heart
Unless you have a place holder in the meantime
Then you’ll be fine
And never have to worry about the loneliness inside
Right?
Because you’ll always have someone,
And you’ll never have no one.
And both of those things mean different things
But you don’t have to worry because you’ve got someone on the side.
Espera por mim, eu espero por ti, uma vida inteira. Só ela, a vida inteira para me deixar apaixonado por ti, se assim for, morro cedo. com saudades. Cheio delas. A saudade mata.
josé Correia
The person who holds my things while I away. The thing that keeps my stash of objects from running away from me. Organization. Clutter free. The binder of anything assorted.
He was the one she ran to after the other fool broke her heart.
I was called three hours later.
And she will never know how much she hurt me with that simple action. I will make sure of that. For it was then that I came out of my delusion and realized that, despite having the title of her best friend, I was not the holder of her heart after all—I never had been—and I was now painfully certain that I never would be.
I saw the holder sitting on the edge of the desk. it didn’t just hold knowledge… but important knowledge. It contained the secrets to the world, the key to happiness… and it was within my reach.
Alex
I heard the ding as my phone lit up in the cup holder. I reached around the arm rest to pick it up from the place it had grown so accustomed to. You were offering me a home, but I couldn’t impose.
Like a pencil holder? Like a trust holder? There aren’t a lot of people who hold my trust… or my pencils for that matter. There are a lot of holders in the whole world and you have to be careful what you choose to hold you items, because whether they are important or not, losing your items isn’t anything you want to do.
Carolyn
Nothing comes to mind when I think of this; only after a little contemplation I thought of the man who plays the organ at my church, because his last name is Holder. He’s pretty good at the organ, too. I thought at first that he was really old but actually I believe he is more in his mid-30’s.
Her holder was standing beside the stairway. His eyes flickered in the light of the single lamp, but didn’t reveal any secrets. She didn’t dare look into them though, she just knew that would be the case. You were never to make eye contact. You were the slave, you didn’t dare. After all, pain was wonderful, but the holders could make it bad pain, worse pain, worst pain. She didn’t want that, she’d been good for so long.
He held me. Close. Closer than I’ve ever felt. I knew how he felt about me. I knew there was something there, but he denied it. He denied it all and left me there. Empty. So damn empty.
The streetcorner never felt so cold. So dark. Without his arms around me.
I want to hold you so much, does that make me a holder?
I want to hold on to you forever, for the longest time possible!
Hold me!
Paola
I plan on holding things for the rest of my life, whether they be grudges, or whether “they” are the love of my life, I plan on holding things for the rest of my life.
Phil
This a test to see if I am able to write about the word holder. I know that holder can mean holding onto something or an object such as a pot holder. It can also be a container such as a pencil holder.
Dana Johnson
You can find all sorts of stuff in these. Little toys. Folders, notebooks, pieces of paper. Maybe some ‘tools’, depending on who uses them and how obsessed they are with things being in their proper place.
One Word: it means not two or three but one. Only one word to describe something; great, funny, weird, anything!
Steve
ransom. kidnapped. who are you? I am the holder. the one behind the scenes. little money for me. I see you and don’t want to harm you. but I do my job. I hold until it is all paid.
Emma
Oh in the dark hallway he has descended, and I follow him, because I am him, but just in hindsight. Since I’d never really be doing such a thing. But I’ve got that little bit that burns against my ribs and drums on my heart like thudding on a barrel. That part with a little string reaching up my nose and pulling on my brain, pulling on my pinprick scared spot and someone else pulling it forward, and promising me lots of gooey great wads of mooooolah.
the holder of the key was an old man, a secretive man, didn’t share much with anyone. What kind of holder would he be if he did. He’d had the key in his possession since he was around the age of forty, and since then his life had been an abismal one. Not much happened to this man.
Alli
She was a holder of her families dream. She knew she could not drop those dreams…or exploit them….make them impure or altered. Surely she was capable of that. Her job was to not distort , simplify or misappropriate their dreams.
Susan
what does it meen to hold, to hold the one u love from the fire of the world, or to hold her in ur arms in the evening and love her till the end of time. eather way, u made her night.
When he looked to his side, the cup holder was empty, and that was what signaled to him that she had left. He shifted his gaze upward, which confirmed that she had left, and he wondered briefly to himself how he hadn’t noticed sooner. He looked down at his popcorn and over to his right, decided she had gone to the bathroom, and looked back up at the screen.
There’s a broken cup holder in my car. It’s not good for anything but loose change. There’s a paper clip and a rubber band in there too. I’m not really sure why. I’m not sure why I don’t get the cup holder fixed, but I like my semi-disfunctional car. It’s got character.
Mira
well what is a holder to be exact, it could be a pencl holder, or the holder of my heart. i am the holder of my own fate and i hold her love in my hands, and i will never let it go. i love her
anthony g
Try as I may, I never thought I would have a moment more true then the moment I saw you… I walked into that room and I saw you I knew things would never be the same… I never thought I would be hurt so much, fall into myself so much that I would be lost to this absolute point… I can’t see you now… I still hurt from the truth… it is truely true, beauty is in the eye of the holder, and that night it was not me…
well once upon a time there was this man, now this man loved to hold things, werid i know, but he held so many things that the town he lived in gave hime the nickname “the Holder’ now one day a passing merchant heard about this man
jacob
Hold ‘er tight.
Smack her ass.
Plunge inside.
But whatever you do, don’t hold her back. You know her potential.
Someone Else
The holder isn’t supporting my oranges. They continue to fall out the container again and again. How am I possibly going to carry these all with just my arms. Stupid holder. I’ll never buy baskets from a salesman at a shady market again.
Lakeisha
I stop
quietly
because after all my running
a break is much needed
and it is nice to be held back
even if this feels so unnatural
so foreign and strange
so dangerous
so poison
so suffocating
and sadly
beautiful
candle. cup. beholder. eye of the beholder. beauty. perception. inspirations. beautiful. special. important. love. forgiveness happiness joy excitement safety
erika
she was the holder. of the sun, the light. the moon, the darkness. she held everything in the palm of her hand. everything that there is. everything that there was and everything that there would ever be. she was from that moment on, the holder.
jennie
of my thoughts. Keeper of my dreams. Jesus is the hope of all created things.
Lauren
when she was holding the stone in the palm of her hand she felt something. she didn’t know what she just knew her life was changed. from then on, this little girl became the holder.
“Cup holders. They hold more than cups sometimes.”
“Very astute.”
“I found melted chocolate over here in mine.”
“Well don’t eat it!”
“You’re not even looking at me!”
“I don’t need to look to confirm you’re a grade-A dumbass!”
Holder of my heart. Why did you let it fall down the elevator shaft? Didn’t you know the crystal would shatter? That the tiny shards would be forever embedded within me? That the pain would be a constant reminder of your face when I let it all go?
her brooming eyes swept me in to bloom with their blue flowers centered in white cotton, soothing dove nests.
She clung to the candle holder
small and brass
she placed it over her heart
mothers favorite
old and worn
antique she called it
trash more like
but beautiful all the same
she wondered could it hold a flame
You are my Holder
when i need to be held who better to call
then my Holder
you are good at what you do
tight hugs
strong arms
nice hands
but more often i wish
that i could be
your Holder too
i gave him my heart with confidence as i said sweetly
‘ you can be the holder now’.
I first think of hands when I read this word. Hands holding each other. I guess one of the hands could be called a holder. Both of them in fact. Holders could also be kinds of people who do not like to let go. They continue holding on until time is gone.
the cup holder. The guy who holds the cup. he has soft brown eyes and brown sandy hair. Little does he know he holds my heart. please handle with care.
Hold her close to your heart
Unless you have a place holder in the meantime
Then you’ll be fine
And never have to worry about the loneliness inside
Right?
Because you’ll always have someone,
And you’ll never have no one.
And both of those things mean different things
But you don’t have to worry because you’ve got someone on the side.
Espera por mim, eu espero por ti, uma vida inteira. Só ela, a vida inteira para me deixar apaixonado por ti, se assim for, morro cedo. com saudades. Cheio delas. A saudade mata.
The person who holds my things while I away. The thing that keeps my stash of objects from running away from me. Organization. Clutter free. The binder of anything assorted.
He was the one she ran to after the other fool broke her heart.
I was called three hours later.
And she will never know how much she hurt me with that simple action. I will make sure of that. For it was then that I came out of my delusion and realized that, despite having the title of her best friend, I was not the holder of her heart after all—I never had been—and I was now painfully certain that I never would be.
I saw the holder sitting on the edge of the desk. it didn’t just hold knowledge… but important knowledge. It contained the secrets to the world, the key to happiness… and it was within my reach.
I heard the ding as my phone lit up in the cup holder. I reached around the arm rest to pick it up from the place it had grown so accustomed to. You were offering me a home, but I couldn’t impose.
Like a pencil holder? Like a trust holder? There aren’t a lot of people who hold my trust… or my pencils for that matter. There are a lot of holders in the whole world and you have to be careful what you choose to hold you items, because whether they are important or not, losing your items isn’t anything you want to do.
Nothing comes to mind when I think of this; only after a little contemplation I thought of the man who plays the organ at my church, because his last name is Holder. He’s pretty good at the organ, too. I thought at first that he was really old but actually I believe he is more in his mid-30’s.
Her holder was standing beside the stairway. His eyes flickered in the light of the single lamp, but didn’t reveal any secrets. She didn’t dare look into them though, she just knew that would be the case. You were never to make eye contact. You were the slave, you didn’t dare. After all, pain was wonderful, but the holders could make it bad pain, worse pain, worst pain. She didn’t want that, she’d been good for so long.
He held me. Close. Closer than I’ve ever felt. I knew how he felt about me. I knew there was something there, but he denied it. He denied it all and left me there. Empty. So damn empty.
The streetcorner never felt so cold. So dark. Without his arms around me.
I want to hold you so much, does that make me a holder?
I want to hold on to you forever, for the longest time possible!
Hold me!
I plan on holding things for the rest of my life, whether they be grudges, or whether “they” are the love of my life, I plan on holding things for the rest of my life.
This a test to see if I am able to write about the word holder. I know that holder can mean holding onto something or an object such as a pot holder. It can also be a container such as a pencil holder.
You can find all sorts of stuff in these. Little toys. Folders, notebooks, pieces of paper. Maybe some ‘tools’, depending on who uses them and how obsessed they are with things being in their proper place.
One Word: it means not two or three but one. Only one word to describe something; great, funny, weird, anything!
ransom. kidnapped. who are you? I am the holder. the one behind the scenes. little money for me. I see you and don’t want to harm you. but I do my job. I hold until it is all paid.
Oh in the dark hallway he has descended, and I follow him, because I am him, but just in hindsight. Since I’d never really be doing such a thing. But I’ve got that little bit that burns against my ribs and drums on my heart like thudding on a barrel. That part with a little string reaching up my nose and pulling on my brain, pulling on my pinprick scared spot and someone else pulling it forward, and promising me lots of gooey great wads of mooooolah.
the holder of the key was an old man, a secretive man, didn’t share much with anyone. What kind of holder would he be if he did. He’d had the key in his possession since he was around the age of forty, and since then his life had been an abismal one. Not much happened to this man.
She was a holder of her families dream. She knew she could not drop those dreams…or exploit them….make them impure or altered. Surely she was capable of that. Her job was to not distort , simplify or misappropriate their dreams.
what does it meen to hold, to hold the one u love from the fire of the world, or to hold her in ur arms in the evening and love her till the end of time. eather way, u made her night.
When he looked to his side, the cup holder was empty, and that was what signaled to him that she had left. He shifted his gaze upward, which confirmed that she had left, and he wondered briefly to himself how he hadn’t noticed sooner. He looked down at his popcorn and over to his right, decided she had gone to the bathroom, and looked back up at the screen.
There’s a broken cup holder in my car. It’s not good for anything but loose change. There’s a paper clip and a rubber band in there too. I’m not really sure why. I’m not sure why I don’t get the cup holder fixed, but I like my semi-disfunctional car. It’s got character.
well what is a holder to be exact, it could be a pencl holder, or the holder of my heart. i am the holder of my own fate and i hold her love in my hands, and i will never let it go. i love her
Try as I may, I never thought I would have a moment more true then the moment I saw you… I walked into that room and I saw you I knew things would never be the same… I never thought I would be hurt so much, fall into myself so much that I would be lost to this absolute point… I can’t see you now… I still hurt from the truth… it is truely true, beauty is in the eye of the holder, and that night it was not me…
well once upon a time there was this man, now this man loved to hold things, werid i know, but he held so many things that the town he lived in gave hime the nickname “the Holder’ now one day a passing merchant heard about this man
Hold ‘er tight.
Smack her ass.
Plunge inside.
But whatever you do, don’t hold her back. You know her potential.
The holder isn’t supporting my oranges. They continue to fall out the container again and again. How am I possibly going to carry these all with just my arms. Stupid holder. I’ll never buy baskets from a salesman at a shady market again.
I stop
quietly
because after all my running
a break is much needed
and it is nice to be held back
even if this feels so unnatural
so foreign and strange
so dangerous
so poison
so suffocating
and sadly
beautiful
candle. cup. beholder. eye of the beholder. beauty. perception. inspirations. beautiful. special. important. love. forgiveness happiness joy excitement safety
she was the holder. of the sun, the light. the moon, the darkness. she held everything in the palm of her hand. everything that there is. everything that there was and everything that there would ever be. she was from that moment on, the holder.
of my thoughts. Keeper of my dreams. Jesus is the hope of all created things.
when she was holding the stone in the palm of her hand she felt something. she didn’t know what she just knew her life was changed. from then on, this little girl became the holder.