I held a broom in my hand. What could that broom have meant? It held meaning. Each little brush a piece of my personality touching the dust that represents the obstacles of my life and its choices. But can I make fact out of fiction? At what point does something I hold, become something that I have held? When I am finished. Then, it reaches obsolescence; I am saved.
I held my potential between these almond eyes
and asked my subconscious if it will ever fully expose that potential
I held it up in me
it bore such great weight
i need to release that potential
express myself
uniquely
because i have held
yet i still hold
all the potential in the world.
He held the sword in one hand firmly. It felt heavy, yet light enough to cleave the air in one swift swing. The warm hazelnut brown leather grip, the cold deathly steel blade, and the pearly pommel looked majestic as he raised the weapon admiringly, its fierce yet beautiful features filling him with pride.
i want to some day hold my first child in my arms with no complications.
i want to love her/him forever.
with no complications.
i want life. with him/her.
with no complications.
i want to love and cherish them forever.
I held a broom in my hand. What could that broom have meant? Each little brush a piece of my personality touching the dust that represents the obstacles of my life and its choices. But can I make fact out of fiction? At what point does something I hold, become something that I have held? When I am finished. Then, it reaches obsolescence.
“Ohh,” Simon cooed softly, all pride and condescension mixed into one. Pity might have been included in there somewhere, too, but its effects where entirely masked by the overwhelming amount of glee tingeing his words.
she held him in her arms, holding him to her as carefully as possible, but with the feeling of never wanting to let him go ever again. she was his now and he was hers and it had finally happened. she got her doctor. she got the one that could love her unconditionally and wouldn’t run off without her and leave her alone again.
i put it in my arms and ketp it there for what seemed like centuries but it was gone before i realized i had done anything. that anything had ahpapened he pulled me up and asked me if was ok and wwhy was i bleeding. he said i was covered in mud and asked if i’d lgotten out in the backyard again, he told me i’m not suppodes to be out there you’re not suppoes to be out there it’s dangerous it’s too muddy and they are digging it up ayou might fall in a hole.
He held me so closely. I thought as if I couldn’t breath. He held me in a fragile manner. As if one wrong movement could crack time it’s self, making us no more. He held me up high, which looked like a long way down, if… I were to fall. He could wash away all the fears and insecurity… when he simply held me.
The baby in it’s mother’s grasp; the lover holding onto that embrace as if it is the last, as if nothing else matters; I’d rather do the holding; held, hoard, herd.
some things have a hold on me
cute furry creatures, the untamed sea
tales of knights and elves and magic
tv shows, so bad they are tragic
aroma of freshly baked bread too hot to eat
the thought of someone who i’d like to meet.
It was the weirdest feeling… He held me without really holding me, without there being a real purpose other than ‘he didn’t know where else to put his arm.’ That was the start of all this. What do I even make of it?
As I wondered through the stormy fields, I held the small child in one arm and my walking stick in the other. The child was very calm as if he understood that we were being hunted and that being calm and quiet was the best for both of us. Neither of us could have expected what was waiting for us on the other side of the next hill.
hand held, like a cellphone, held in arms, like a couple, that sounds lame though but i bet a lot of other people said that too, i dont really like this word its kind of awkward and not used very often.
i held a baseball in my hand. it was small and hard and round. i felt the stitches with my fingertips and the roughness surprised me. it must have been an new baseball.
As I sat their being held by the large fluffed creature, I had no idea if I should be afraid or happy. This monster was kind to me, very kind, it rescued me from certain doom, but was no carrying me to some unknown place. My thoughts ran wild about being eaten alive, or sacrificed. Who knows the world will hold for me now.
i held my breath as i was submerged in the rich chocolatey ovaltine that little orphan annie was filling the 20 foot tall glass with. I was being murdered.
I wish I had held your hand when I could. I wish I held you when you were crying. i didn’t know that it would be the last time for along time. Wish you would smarten up and learn how to live your life. So that maybe one day we can hold each other again. Love you sis.
I have never held a baby without fearing that I am going to drop it and hurt it. I’m sure this is a sign that I will be an awkward mother, but I will for sure love my children unconditionally. I want to be a mom so bad.
Just to be held is one of the nicest things. On those nights when it’s raining, you can’t help but wish that there was someone there to hold you when you’re crying or when you feel most alone. I’m not saying I need someone in my life, but hell, it would be nice to be held.
As he held my hand, I couldn’ help but think about the miracle of it all. He holds my hand, I hold his. We’re both holding on to each other. We both want to keep each other close. What greater miracle can there be?
i held you on my arms for one last time. they were so cold i felt it flooding into my blood, the pain, the worry, the emptiness. it’d be the last time i got to hold you and i wanted to make it count. see, feel, smell, taste and memorize this exact moment to engrave it in silver into my brain, to see it forever, to have it forever, to hold it….forever.
I have never held a baby without being nervous I would drop it. Probably a sign I will be such an awkward mother. I want to be a mom so bad and have adorable children who are involved in everything under the sun.
Smitten and warmth, wishing to be held with the rest of the hopes of the world and yet we stand here, held in the same place wondering and waiting for that one moment in which fate can smile a pleasant warmth onto us.
Just take my hand, he thought. He knew that if she just took his hand, she’d feel so much better. She was in a dark place right now, but if she just reached out to his hand…things would be better. He wouldn’t let anything or anyone hurt her every again.
I love you so much and I just wish you could have held me forever. I want to never let go, but I know that I must leave you… but don’t ever let go of me… please…. I love you. Just hold me.
She held her head up high. Rain water coursed down her face, mixing with the tears, but she did not let either one stand in the way of her dignity. Go down she might, but she would fall with her pride intact.
hold me tight because i feell alone without a home it will be alright just hold me tigght i long to be held inside someones arms just to not feel alone. help me help me. he held me he held me. and on that summer night within iin his arms to be held their i feel whole.
Against my will. Why I have this stupid idea of strangers crawling for vengeance in the middle of the night. God must have epilepsy or some sort of disease.
A rose, that’s all it was but it meant everything. She brought it to her lips, it’s smell a florescent memory. A fading memory that she tried to hold in her hands despite the fact that it was disappearing all too quickly. And what of the rose? It was never there, all she held was hope.
We held these truths to be selfevident that all people are created equal under the constitution of the country. In reality, this is a myth, since women and people of color earn less than white males even today dozens of years after these laws went into effect.
bogdan,kathleen,shally and elke all held on to each other as the coupling lowered them and mr.ratchet and d.o.g. onto andy’s transport cart.after the luggage and things were loaded,they could go back to the ranch and watch the ship take off.
held captive. held closely. hands cupping the sides of my face, my hair stuck between strong fingers. i cannot move, i cannot breathe. on the verge of implosion.
something that everyone longs for, something that everyone fights for
to be known and loved by everyone around no matter what the dreary sounds
are that follow you home at night
giving you quite an awful fright
from the time that youre born, tilll the time that you die
you are held by my side
I held a broom in my hand. What could that broom have meant? It held meaning. Each little brush a piece of my personality touching the dust that represents the obstacles of my life and its choices. But can I make fact out of fiction? At what point does something I hold, become something that I have held? When I am finished. Then, it reaches obsolescence; I am saved.
I held my potential between these almond eyes
and asked my subconscious if it will ever fully expose that potential
I held it up in me
it bore such great weight
i need to release that potential
express myself
uniquely
because i have held
yet i still hold
all the potential in the world.
Water. Soil. Sand. What else? Hands are held. Hopes are held.
He held the sword in one hand firmly. It felt heavy, yet light enough to cleave the air in one swift swing. The warm hazelnut brown leather grip, the cold deathly steel blade, and the pearly pommel looked majestic as he raised the weapon admiringly, its fierce yet beautiful features filling him with pride.
i want to some day hold my first child in my arms with no complications.
i want to love her/him forever.
with no complications.
i want life. with him/her.
with no complications.
i want to love and cherish them forever.
I held a broom in my hand. What could that broom have meant? Each little brush a piece of my personality touching the dust that represents the obstacles of my life and its choices. But can I make fact out of fiction? At what point does something I hold, become something that I have held? When I am finished. Then, it reaches obsolescence.
“Ohh,” Simon cooed softly, all pride and condescension mixed into one. Pity might have been included in there somewhere, too, but its effects where entirely masked by the overwhelming amount of glee tingeing his words.
she held him in her arms, holding him to her as carefully as possible, but with the feeling of never wanting to let him go ever again. she was his now and he was hers and it had finally happened. she got her doctor. she got the one that could love her unconditionally and wouldn’t run off without her and leave her alone again.
i put it in my arms and ketp it there for what seemed like centuries but it was gone before i realized i had done anything. that anything had ahpapened he pulled me up and asked me if was ok and wwhy was i bleeding. he said i was covered in mud and asked if i’d lgotten out in the backyard again, he told me i’m not suppodes to be out there you’re not suppoes to be out there it’s dangerous it’s too muddy and they are digging it up ayou might fall in a hole.
I held on tightly to you, I knew that you were the only thing in the world that could keep me safe.
I held on tightly to you, whispering nonsense to help console myself. You didn’t whisper back, but I never expected you to.
I held on tightly to you, and even though I know you aren’t alive, you helped me.
He held me so closely. I thought as if I couldn’t breath. He held me in a fragile manner. As if one wrong movement could crack time it’s self, making us no more. He held me up high, which looked like a long way down, if… I were to fall. He could wash away all the fears and insecurity… when he simply held me.
The baby in it’s mother’s grasp; the lover holding onto that embrace as if it is the last, as if nothing else matters; I’d rather do the holding; held, hoard, herd.
some things have a hold on me
cute furry creatures, the untamed sea
tales of knights and elves and magic
tv shows, so bad they are tragic
aroma of freshly baked bread too hot to eat
the thought of someone who i’d like to meet.
It was the weirdest feeling… He held me without really holding me, without there being a real purpose other than ‘he didn’t know where else to put his arm.’ That was the start of all this. What do I even make of it?
HELD
Held.
I wish I held you when I could,
I shouldn’t have given up on you so easily,
I regret it, I wish I would change it
But things change.
I can’t do anything about it.
As I wondered through the stormy fields, I held the small child in one arm and my walking stick in the other. The child was very calm as if he understood that we were being hunted and that being calm and quiet was the best for both of us. Neither of us could have expected what was waiting for us on the other side of the next hill.
hand held, like a cellphone, held in arms, like a couple, that sounds lame though but i bet a lot of other people said that too, i dont really like this word its kind of awkward and not used very often.
i held a baseball in my hand. it was small and hard and round. i felt the stitches with my fingertips and the roughness surprised me. it must have been an new baseball.
As I sat their being held by the large fluffed creature, I had no idea if I should be afraid or happy. This monster was kind to me, very kind, it rescued me from certain doom, but was no carrying me to some unknown place. My thoughts ran wild about being eaten alive, or sacrificed. Who knows the world will hold for me now.
i held my breath as i was submerged in the rich chocolatey ovaltine that little orphan annie was filling the 20 foot tall glass with. I was being murdered.
I wish I had held your hand when I could. I wish I held you when you were crying. i didn’t know that it would be the last time for along time. Wish you would smarten up and learn how to live your life. So that maybe one day we can hold each other again. Love you sis.
I have never held a baby without fearing that I am going to drop it and hurt it. I’m sure this is a sign that I will be an awkward mother, but I will for sure love my children unconditionally. I want to be a mom so bad.
Just to be held is one of the nicest things. On those nights when it’s raining, you can’t help but wish that there was someone there to hold you when you’re crying or when you feel most alone. I’m not saying I need someone in my life, but hell, it would be nice to be held.
She held the letter in her hand. It crumpled as tears stained the black pen across the lines. No one would believe her. How could she tell?
As he held my hand, I couldn’ help but think about the miracle of it all. He holds my hand, I hold his. We’re both holding on to each other. We both want to keep each other close. What greater miracle can there be?
held, like i don’t have you anymore
you slipped through my grasp as though you were sand
going away, slowly but surely
i held you on my arms for one last time. they were so cold i felt it flooding into my blood, the pain, the worry, the emptiness. it’d be the last time i got to hold you and i wanted to make it count. see, feel, smell, taste and memorize this exact moment to engrave it in silver into my brain, to see it forever, to have it forever, to hold it….forever.
I have never held a baby without being nervous I would drop it. Probably a sign I will be such an awkward mother. I want to be a mom so bad and have adorable children who are involved in everything under the sun.
Smitten and warmth, wishing to be held with the rest of the hopes of the world and yet we stand here, held in the same place wondering and waiting for that one moment in which fate can smile a pleasant warmth onto us.
He reached out.
Just take my hand, he thought. He knew that if she just took his hand, she’d feel so much better. She was in a dark place right now, but if she just reached out to his hand…things would be better. He wouldn’t let anything or anyone hurt her every again.
I love you so much and I just wish you could have held me forever. I want to never let go, but I know that I must leave you… but don’t ever let go of me… please…. I love you. Just hold me.
She held her head up high. Rain water coursed down her face, mixing with the tears, but she did not let either one stand in the way of her dignity. Go down she might, but she would fall with her pride intact.
hold me tight because i feell alone without a home it will be alright just hold me tigght i long to be held inside someones arms just to not feel alone. help me help me. he held me he held me. and on that summer night within iin his arms to be held their i feel whole.
Against my will. Why I have this stupid idea of strangers crawling for vengeance in the middle of the night. God must have epilepsy or some sort of disease.
A rose, that’s all it was but it meant everything. She brought it to her lips, it’s smell a florescent memory. A fading memory that she tried to hold in her hands despite the fact that it was disappearing all too quickly. And what of the rose? It was never there, all she held was hope.
We held these truths to be selfevident that all people are created equal under the constitution of the country. In reality, this is a myth, since women and people of color earn less than white males even today dozens of years after these laws went into effect.
bogdan,kathleen,shally and elke all held on to each other as the coupling lowered them and mr.ratchet and d.o.g. onto andy’s transport cart.after the luggage and things were loaded,they could go back to the ranch and watch the ship take off.
held captive. held closely. hands cupping the sides of my face, my hair stuck between strong fingers. i cannot move, i cannot breathe. on the verge of implosion.
something that everyone longs for, something that everyone fights for
to be known and loved by everyone around no matter what the dreary sounds
are that follow you home at night
giving you quite an awful fright
from the time that youre born, tilll the time that you die
you are held by my side