sign up or log in for additional features. (It's free!)
He clasped his hands together, face lit up with inexplicable joy. “We’ve done it, friends.” These friends stared at him, half annoyed, half amused.
“You weren’t involved. We did all of this,” one of them finally said.
The man would not back down. “That’s right, you did. But that’s not what the world knows.”
By Isis on 01.30.2014
the door and walked in to see a new adventure awaiting me my arms tumbled at thought of a new life but i know this what has to be done
By Ariel on 01.30.2014
hold my hand. no hold it tightly. we are going to go through some rough patches from here on out. please don’t look down. look towards the horizon. just know that i will not let you go. that’s good, hold tight. i can handle it..
By Lee URL on 01.30.2014
The clasp snapped tightly as I put on my final accessory. Tonight was the night of my wedding. The happiest night of my life. Why wasn’t I smiling?
By IsaPinaud URL on 01.30.2014
it is all too easy
to clasp hands
to meet another’s gaze
and speak words said
by a hundred hundred other souls
it is a far more difficult thing
to sit in silence
with only the sound of breath
to remind you of another’s presence
with no assurance that they will be present tomorrow
except the knowledge of your own heart
By Poet Nia URL on 01.30.2014
Seeking only to efface,
A familial disgrace.
She sought the chilly clasp,
Of Death’s enduring grasp,
And met him in a dark and secret place.
By kyren URL on 01.30.2014
i have bipolar disorder . but is trying to help me out to get out this . only doctor is giving tablet to cure . but not other than that like (motivating me ) revealing scerets
By yogesh URL on 01.30.2014
to hold on to grab ahold and hang on the connection between to hanging and the strong hold. to understand conn
By pam on 01.30.2014
Clasping at grasping at straws for excuses, clasping to hold everything together when you are running late, unprepared and not where you are supposed to be. Clasping on to the illusion that you have your act together and hoping you aren’t clasped against a wall in your excuses as to why you weren’t where you should be.
By Ruth Levitsky URL on 01.30.2014
As the author contemplated the subject, he clasped his hands while thinking and let the words flow out of him effortlessly. It was an interesting experience. He had never attempted this before but decided to give it a go. He might try it again, but he is not sure.
By Randell Knight on 01.30.2014
i lose myself in the heat of your body
skin against skin
i clasp my hand in yours
please don’t fall in love with me
and don’t let me fall for you
By sarah marie URL on 01.30.2014
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.