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He held her closely. She longed for something like this for so long that she couldn’t even imagine how it would feel when it happened. Love. Acceptance. She felt needed, and oddly, that’s all she needed.
By MaKenzie on 06.19.2011
I hold back,
I always hold back when he looks at me,
just say it why can”t I say it,
Will he say it?
I’ve held back,
she walks past light as air
I see her standing there,
I let go.
By Lola URL on 06.19.2011
Hold the ones you love.
They’re held. Warm
Don’t let go.
By Ainsley on 06.19.2011
Held. in the past tense is a sad thing to think or write about. I wonder if I will ever get to hold you in my arms again. It was pure bliss being near you all the time, knowing that you wouldn’t leave me. When I held you, I thought it would be forever.
By Erin on 06.19.2011
Held. The feeling of being pulled back even though you want to rush surge forward like a tidal wave overwhelming the land and seas and all there is. But something holds you back. That stifling muffling horrible force. I have never been completely let loose before – there’s always been something holding me back.
By bellrie URL on 06.19.2011
i wake up in the morning and hold onto my comforter, one that has been with me for so long, it porvides all the comfort i need during the good times and the bad. bright as the sun and warm, it’s mine.
By Satya on 06.19.2011
Her hand held high, she reached for the sky. She reached so high that she felt like she could fly. Then she held her hand out and happened to notice that her feet no longer touched the ground.
By Tierra on 06.19.2011
I held the small creature in my hand. Her wings were stretched down by her side. The fairy had been passed out below the oak tree at my favorite park. I stared down at her in amazment. Her soft black hair was curled around her head, and her skin was a smooth as flower pettles. Her lips bright red.
By Leah on 06.19.2011
You can hold something. It’s a wonderful sensation. Touch. Perhaps the greatest of all human abilities. The ability to hold. To hold something dear. To hold it in your heart.
By John Brokaw URL on 06.19.2011
h e l d h e l d
held is the past term for hold i think
like i held my head up high or
he held me last night. hold is better cause thats in the now
By inprogress URL on 06.19.2011
Un lugar es un lugar
que aburrido ya habai escrito sobre esto
lugar es google
lugar es el parque
lugar es donde pasan cosas
besos, tires, conversaciones, golpes
es un comentario
fuera de lugar
lugar es estados unidos
donde van a pasar miiles de cosas
LUGAR ES DONDE
By sofia carrillo on 06.19.2011
I miss the way your hold me. I love being in your arms, even if it just a hug. Right…just a hug. The feelings I get from being in this secret one-sided love feels like I am on pure ecstasy. You make me feel like I am going to pass out whenever I am being held in your arms. Why must you smell so amazing. Seconds that go by feel like minutes. Why are you still holding me? I try breaking the hug, but you only hold me tighter. Why are you doing this? You know I am gay, yet you hug me so amazingly. I have never wanted anyone more than you. Just you. Along with all the other people in the world (inside jokes are great) What must I do in order to capture your love…even if we are both girls?
By Brookelynn URL on 06.19.2011
i love being held in your arms, place where its so warm and feel so safe and protected. I don’t love being held hostage, with people pointing guns and even have bombs strapped on to you. I do love it when you held my hand the other day.
By tater URL on 06.19.2011
held in place by society. these chains that bind me keep me tied low to the ground. Cant get up and move whenever i want..its not on my time, cause my time is owned by someone else.
By Daniel Martins on 06.19.2011
HELD I LOVE BEING HELD ESPECIALLY IN HIS ARMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I held her in my hands one last time.
She told me she loved me.
I told her that I loved her.
She died a short while after that.
That was 9 months ago.
I still love her and I always will.
By AFragileSmile URL on 06.19.2011
two weeks ago i held you. every moment without you is heart breaking because i know that for only a small amount of time i get to hold you and then i have to leave. I love you.
By Rhiannon on 06.19.2011
The mother held her baby girl, cradling her softly and humming a soft lullaby. The mother caressed the baby’s face and smiled, a faint one, but never the less a proud one.
By cariejo URL on 06.19.2011
i wish i was being held right now. but do i? yes and no. i need to b single now, i need to learn to b happy and single, really happy and single. but i still miss it. i miss holding and being held
By jennifer on 06.19.2011
He held my hand on our first date and I knew then that he would be my one and only, in a romantic, guffaw inducing, silver screen sort of way. It was that good.
By MDart on 06.19.2011
1held = Having Encompassed Levered Demonstration((s), (s–self-demonstrations))
By garsh on 06.19.2011
I held her in my arms, tears dripping softly onto her bloody face.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, again and again.
I leaned in and pressed my lips to her cold ones.
She would never know how much I cared for her.
By LeahDino on 06.19.2011
She held the sword tightly while the herds of warriors surrounded her. She knew that she would have to surrender, there were just too many of them.
By Zuzanna Czerny on 06.19.2011
He held her close as she cried. It couldn’t have been real; that didn’t happen. It’s not possible, is it? Of course not. She didn’t want to believe it, but there was no other choice. He held her closer and tried not to cry himself. It wasn’t working. He didn’t want it to be real either.
By Kelly on 06.19.2011
don’t let them get you
to be afraid to fall
if fall and hurt myself, would you know how to fix me?
i don’t get this life
hold me hold me hold me
just don’t leave
i don’t want to be alone
i don’t, please
By silvia on 06.19.2011
well of course i was scared. wouldn’t you be if you held a 6 foot long python!? i mean, sure i loved the outdoors & all that, but a python? really? whose idea was this anyhow?
By Margo K on 06.19.2011
She held the dagger in her hand. It was all he was looking for. It was the reason for all his troubles. He would take that dagger from her to turn back his life. It would give him his life back.
By Grisel URL on 06.19.2011
He held it tightly in his arms, too scared to loose it from his grip. He knew if he lost it, lost control, it would end; it’d be over. So he held onto it, tighter than he’d ever held anything in his life. But slowly, the cold began to take its own hold over his fingers; he was losing grip on the one thing that was sure to keep him a live. He could feel it slipping from his grip; catching his breath as he lost its touch through his finger tips. It was over.
By Cassie on 06.19.2011
i held the little puppy in my hands and looked at it take a tiny lil yawn. Dint think i was capable of this much of love in me that my heart felt like a balloon about to explode.
By aarthi on 06.19.2011
Two sausages were held in jail overnight awaiting word from Mrs. Sunny Side Up Egg. The judge banged a piece of toast on the bench and the bailiff saw again that it would be a late day with many crumbs.
By Jeff Goodman on 06.19.2011
If I could wind back the clock
I would’ve held up my end
To save us from collapse
By visage URL on 06.19.2011
I have held many things in my life. One of the hardest and most stressful things to hold is a baby. You are always afraid that you might drop a young baby and never quite know what they’re going to do. You feel all the eyes around become drawn to you when you hold a baby. It’s something I’ve gotten better at though.
By chris on 06.19.2011
its important to hold the ones you love closely. charish them and remind them what they mean to you, what they have done for you and why thats significant to you.
and just as important as it is for you to hold those dear to you so closely, let yourself be held, don’t be afraid.
By abra URL on 06.19.2011
Crying, Helen held her guinea pig tight to her chest. They had been through so many adventures together: stealing lettuce from Ms. Widdup’s garden; putting flaming dog poo bags in the neighborhood grouch’s gas-driven lawnmower, blowing it up; making napalm out of hair spray and Silly Putty and blasting chipmunk nests.
But this last one got the better of Mr. Squeakles, the cherry bomb intended for an anthill had fallen to the ground and blown him across the street, smashing him against the Mrs. Widdup’s curb.
Helen cried out to Heaven, holding the lifeless body drenched in blood and tears, “Why God? Why Mr. Squeakles?!” The clouds parted. A lightning bold crashed down into the guinea pig, bringing him back to life. She welled up with unspeakable joy. She laughed. She swelled with unspeakable joy.
It was the second lightning bold that vaporized Helen as Mr. Squeakles munched on a dandelion.
By richpee URL on 06.19.2011
You are my crazy
i held you in my phone
like you were about to break
and me crying was going to save us both
but dad going back to rehab
isn’t making feel better anymore
checking in after you check out
of every promise
to every day
with each injection that you take
makes my belief in you
wash away with the rivers
of what every you can get into your veins
they leave quick dont they
you’ve eaten all of the salt water taffy
my eyes can make
maybe it was sweet to you
but just take a second to stop taking
use a moment to just give yourself to the rain
it wont wash away the needle points or liquor stains
but it’ll make you feel real awake
and maybe awake is the closest thing
your going to feel to alive today
but at least its a start
because one day I’d like to see you wake up to your life
just as it is
it wont be perfect
you might feel lonely at first
but maybe then we can commiserate
because all this time
that you’ve checked in and out of my life
as if i were some shanty hotel
where you keep your happy moments
as if they were secret
as if you better not use them too much
because they might dry up
all this time
i’ve tried writing writing you
into a figment of my imagination
then into a fairytale
where your limbs are tree branches.
i get to look at you everyday
hold your hand as i make noise
with the fences i skip past
into a fairy tail where you are the breeze
and when I’m in a sketchy situation
and it gets real windy
i know its time to leave
because good papas
keep their babies warm and safe
and i hope in reality
you’d do the same
if you weren’t so sick everyday
though i don’t believe starting in the same place
is always going to get you to similar ends
i was just thinking we could start a new trend this time
and you could come visit me more than when i was five
i promise to try real hard to quit resenting and blaming you
and start just letting you be
the person you are
you are my crazy
your are different things
you are my father
and you are the breeze
By Tescia Schell URL on 06.19.2011
You need to hold me in your arms because you’ve held my heart hostage for too long now, sweetie. Hold me one more time, or never hold me again. Your choice.
By Amanda on 06.19.2011
i wanna hold your hand. i want to be held by you. it felt so good the last time, i know you want me to hold you too. it’s ok if you feel sadden or don’t want to admit it’s true. i’ll still be here waiting, just to be held by you.
By Jaakobin on 06.19.2011
As she lay dying, I held her firmly in my arms, until she breathed her last breath. What astounded me, was that her eyes fell, and she lay with a peaceful smile on her face. Ive never seen someone so happy.
By Elly URL on 06.19.2011
When i think of the word held i think of the love between countries.. The things people have held to destroy or build the relationship america has with other countries… I think of everything people hold that can create or destroy things and create happiness or sorrow…
By Micaesha Delorey on 06.19.2011
He held me close, not with an ulterior motive, not with anything in it for him. He held me close because I needed it. I wanted it. I was drowning and he kept me from going under. He held my head above the breaking waves.
By Nedra on 06.19.2011
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