it may refer to um…
cop holder or candle holder or toilet roll holder!!!
also … there are many poeple with the name of holder :)
what the hell are you supposed to write about “holder” !! it’s the worst word ever !!! crap
The pencil holder sits on the far corner of my desk. A small cylinder of blue ceramic, holding my hopes and aspirations. All it takes is a reaching hand to bring graphite to paper, yet I hesitate.
never before seen footage was released and she was never more frightened in her entire life. how could the murderer be so….evil, sadistic. she couldn’t wait to ring her colleague. before she had a chance to call him, a man entered the room. ‘don’t move’ he whispered
Holder? Like cup-holder or /be/holder? Or as in the royal holder of the royal nouns. … Like, really, /holder/? That’s the word? I’m not even sure what it’s supposed to pertain to. In fact, I didn’t even know it was a word. It doesn’t sound like a very proper word. It’s so informal and… well it sounds like slang.
The pencil holder sits on the far corner of my desk. A small cylinder of blue ceramic, holding my hopes and aspirations. All it takes is a reaching hand to bring graphite to paper, yet I hesitate.
she put the gun back into its holder and walked away from the scene. tears started to swell her eyes as she thought about what she had just done but there was no turning back now. he was dead and she had to get to the plantation before it was too late. she put on her bike helmet, started her harley and rode off into the night.
As I Stood There,
Babbling Nonsense
About Television and People and Paint
To a Friend Who Was Hardly Listening
I Felt it,
The Most Wonderful Feeling
I’d Never Felt,
Of Two Arms
Wrapping Around My Waist From Behind,
And I Turned
And There He Was.
We’d Hugged Each Other Many Times Before,
In-Between Classes
Or When We Passed Each Other in the Halls.
But This Was Different.
I Smiled Up at Him
As He Held Me,
And Realized
That I May Be Falling in Love
With My Best Friend.
It said to not think, and just write, so I’m not going to be writing about the word holder, because it requires thought. Today I went swimming, I like the pool and the sun, tomorrow I have band, and I want a class ring. Goodbye!
Pencils and pens creative tools for making masterpieces of art and pieces of writing. It is a word that defines many different dimensions. So many words, so many places, so many thoughts. Holder, an object of many faces.
Look over cold shoulders and realize the holder carries a ball of black ice
Oh what good would it do to be oh-so-cool if all you can do is look like a fool – so
Grow colder and older, but some day you’ll have to give up your boulder
If not to yearn, then how will you learn
Leave the freezing to the winter
Over and Grover, red like the heat of the seas
Verity is ease when shooting the breeze
Easy enough for a holder of snowmen it seems
In eyes of the holder, no one else but them can see, touch, or hear what is happening behind the shield of their eyes. It is almost like a vision but not one so. The beauty or horror is unmasked only to them and with only them it will stay. It has been this way for centuries and centuries more it will go on. A never ending cycle.
The pen holder had so much to learn. So much to write. So much to say but not a way to say it. She held a pen in her hand but it meant either an ending or a beginning. Today she held the future in her hands. Was it time to walk away or was it time to stay?
there’s a candle above the kitchen table. I take down the purple candle and place it in a champagne flute. Find the matches hidden on the kitchen counter near the sponges. I light the candle in the bedroom. wait. crimp. make myself look casual.
I have to let go. I have to wait at a far away place. only a hundred miles away from her. a long distance that feels longer than the entire universe. and i have to let this happen for a long year. a year that’ll feel longer than eternity. but i just need to remember to let her go. to not let her feel bound to a chain with me. but an invisible bond like a red string that connects us. i’ll hold on to these memories, and i’ll make more when i’m with you again.
I keep all of my supplies on my desk in a holder. It’s plastic and purple and sparkly. I keep in it pens, pencils, highlighters, and anything else you can imagine.
holder. hold her. hold her so closely that she burns you. selfish. be selfless. stop being a holder. grow up. let go. maybe someone else will hold her better. maybe you can find someone to hold you.
Holder. That’s all it was, a holder, she was left waiting for her life to truly being. This moment reminded her of everything she was holding on to everything she needed to let go of, to be happy again.
He was the holder of my heart, my universe, my everything. I couldn’t bare to let him go. Yet here I am, standing at the railway station watching him leave to serve our country. He’s taking two hearts with him, will they return?
A holder can hold anything. It could be a holder of a key, a holder of something important, or the holder of your heart. A holder can be a scary thing. It can hold the future in its hands, without the knowledge of such power.
what is a holder, i mean that doesn’t mean anything does it? Or maybe it means the holder of a cup or a holder or a folder or maybe I just ramble on about a holder that has nothing to do with a holder. This is pretty confusing, i’m gonna stop now because the time is up.
I had a pen holder once, it was blue with all these different compartments. Best thing I ever owned. Of course I can’t use it now though cause I move class every forty minutes. Ah school, the best days of your life. :’)
What is a holder? Is it the holder of secrets? The holder of hearts? Or the holder of books, literature? Like a book shelf or a counter top. Are we really the holders of our lives? Or is someone else playing God?
There’s a special man. He’s the holder of the universe. He is God. Behold World! All look and see the Glory of the holder of the world. He holds you and I in His hands. He holds all of our tears that we cry in his hands. He loves us. He is like our father but He abides in heaven yet His spirit abides in us. So behold world! Behold us and the greater one in us.
there I was, sitting across from him in the cafe, the sweat pouring from my brow and my eyes locked on his. He knew who I was, and I he. He was the holder, the key holder. And he had all the secrets. I could defeat him.
I held some grapes for the consul, the Horse. The stall was made of marble and was cool to the touch. The hay was spun and look like gold. The horse neighed as I stroked his luxurious fur. It was soft and amazing. I think I almost died.
the person who becomes responsible for all that is in their ming at all cost for their sake more than the sake of others. this person holds no pity for their loss in taking responsibility they lileraly hold the community towards building it’s strength.
A man of great strength, passion, and focus. He is the vessel for life from which all eminates. In his heart are the futures of our youth, and the dreams of that which is to come.
Jerome is the holder of the information that I need. Without him I cannot finish this article and I have to wonder: are they trying to make this difficult for me? Just a lowly writer making pittance and they want me to fail! Or so it would seem. Maybe I’m being paranoid but how hard is it really to just call me back. Oh dear…
always seen as holding the bag…well not any longer. Now I am the holder of the key-need anything from supplies and you come to me. Post It notes, tape, glue, everything that holds this place together. Now it is my time to hold- your attention, time and tools. No more beung ignored and small gestures of disdain when I enter the room with your mail. You will need my attention and my cooperation to perform your job, now it is me who can ignore you, walk away when spoken to and iand avoid your questions.
This year, for his birthday, Nicole and I wanted to buy Joe a tacky cigar holder, for his desk next year. We didn’t, of course. I mean, it was an Anne-and-Nicole plan, as opposed to a Nicole-only plan, meaning it was destined to fail. Anyway, the cigar holder plan fell through, shortly followed by us.
She stepped lightly over the wreckage of the building and scanned the horizon. He was out there, somewhere, waiting for her, she was certain. Hopefully the infection that raged inside him had stayed dormant long enough for her to get to him. Long enough that she could be there for his last days before he made the transition and she would have to kill him. Hopefully she would make it in time to hold him and whisper one last “I love you.” before he faded into the darkness and then returned to her, undead.
it may refer to um…
cop holder or candle holder or toilet roll holder!!!
also … there are many poeple with the name of holder :)
what the hell are you supposed to write about “holder” !! it’s the worst word ever !!! crap
He held me tight. So tight I almost couldn’t breathe, but his touch was comforting.
The pencil holder sits on the far corner of my desk. A small cylinder of blue ceramic, holding my hopes and aspirations. All it takes is a reaching hand to bring graphite to paper, yet I hesitate.
never before seen footage was released and she was never more frightened in her entire life. how could the murderer be so….evil, sadistic. she couldn’t wait to ring her colleague. before she had a chance to call him, a man entered the room. ‘don’t move’ he whispered
Holder? Like cup-holder or /be/holder? Or as in the royal holder of the royal nouns. … Like, really, /holder/? That’s the word? I’m not even sure what it’s supposed to pertain to. In fact, I didn’t even know it was a word. It doesn’t sound like a very proper word. It’s so informal and… well it sounds like slang.
The pencil holder sits on the far corner of my desk. A small cylinder of blue ceramic, holding my hopes and aspirations. All it takes is a reaching hand to bring graphite to paper, yet I hesitate.
Her hand was shaking violently as she clutched the candle holder between her boney fingers. ‘He could be anywhere’, she thought.
she put the gun back into its holder and walked away from the scene. tears started to swell her eyes as she thought about what she had just done but there was no turning back now. he was dead and she had to get to the plantation before it was too late. she put on her bike helmet, started her harley and rode off into the night.
As I Stood There,
Babbling Nonsense
About Television and People and Paint
To a Friend Who Was Hardly Listening
I Felt it,
The Most Wonderful Feeling
I’d Never Felt,
Of Two Arms
Wrapping Around My Waist From Behind,
And I Turned
And There He Was.
We’d Hugged Each Other Many Times Before,
In-Between Classes
Or When We Passed Each Other in the Halls.
But This Was Different.
I Smiled Up at Him
As He Held Me,
And Realized
That I May Be Falling in Love
With My Best Friend.
It said to not think, and just write, so I’m not going to be writing about the word holder, because it requires thought. Today I went swimming, I like the pool and the sun, tomorrow I have band, and I want a class ring. Goodbye!
Pencils and pens creative tools for making masterpieces of art and pieces of writing. It is a word that defines many different dimensions. So many words, so many places, so many thoughts. Holder, an object of many faces.
globe connected through oneword
Look over cold shoulders and realize the holder carries a ball of black ice
Oh what good would it do to be oh-so-cool if all you can do is look like a fool – so
Grow colder and older, but some day you’ll have to give up your boulder
If not to yearn, then how will you learn
Leave the freezing to the winter
Over and Grover, red like the heat of the seas
Verity is ease when shooting the breeze
Easy enough for a holder of snowmen it seems
I could help but notice that the holder of the crown looked somewhat dishevelled.
In eyes of the holder, no one else but them can see, touch, or hear what is happening behind the shield of their eyes. It is almost like a vision but not one so. The beauty or horror is unmasked only to them and with only them it will stay. It has been this way for centuries and centuries more it will go on. A never ending cycle.
holder
The pen holder had so much to learn. So much to write. So much to say but not a way to say it. She held a pen in her hand but it meant either an ending or a beginning. Today she held the future in her hands. Was it time to walk away or was it time to stay?
there’s a candle above the kitchen table. I take down the purple candle and place it in a champagne flute. Find the matches hidden on the kitchen counter near the sponges. I light the candle in the bedroom. wait. crimp. make myself look casual.
I have to let go. I have to wait at a far away place. only a hundred miles away from her. a long distance that feels longer than the entire universe. and i have to let this happen for a long year. a year that’ll feel longer than eternity. but i just need to remember to let her go. to not let her feel bound to a chain with me. but an invisible bond like a red string that connects us. i’ll hold on to these memories, and i’ll make more when i’m with you again.
I keep all of my supplies on my desk in a holder. It’s plastic and purple and sparkly. I keep in it pens, pencils, highlighters, and anything else you can imagine.
holder. hold her. hold her so closely that she burns you. selfish. be selfless. stop being a holder. grow up. let go. maybe someone else will hold her better. maybe you can find someone to hold you.
Holder. That’s all it was, a holder, she was left waiting for her life to truly being. This moment reminded her of everything she was holding on to everything she needed to let go of, to be happy again.
pencil,eraser,pen being held in a cup.
He was the holder of my heart, my universe, my everything. I couldn’t bare to let him go. Yet here I am, standing at the railway station watching him leave to serve our country. He’s taking two hearts with him, will they return?
A holder can hold anything. It could be a holder of a key, a holder of something important, or the holder of your heart. A holder can be a scary thing. It can hold the future in its hands, without the knowledge of such power.
what is a holder, i mean that doesn’t mean anything does it? Or maybe it means the holder of a cup or a holder or a folder or maybe I just ramble on about a holder that has nothing to do with a holder. This is pretty confusing, i’m gonna stop now because the time is up.
I had a pen holder once, it was blue with all these different compartments. Best thing I ever owned. Of course I can’t use it now though cause I move class every forty minutes. Ah school, the best days of your life. :’)
What is a holder? Is it the holder of secrets? The holder of hearts? Or the holder of books, literature? Like a book shelf or a counter top. Are we really the holders of our lives? Or is someone else playing God?
There’s a special man. He’s the holder of the universe. He is God. Behold World! All look and see the Glory of the holder of the world. He holds you and I in His hands. He holds all of our tears that we cry in his hands. He loves us. He is like our father but He abides in heaven yet His spirit abides in us. So behold world! Behold us and the greater one in us.
there I was, sitting across from him in the cafe, the sweat pouring from my brow and my eyes locked on his. He knew who I was, and I he. He was the holder, the key holder. And he had all the secrets. I could defeat him.
I held some grapes for the consul, the Horse. The stall was made of marble and was cool to the touch. The hay was spun and look like gold. The horse neighed as I stroked his luxurious fur. It was soft and amazing. I think I almost died.
the person who becomes responsible for all that is in their ming at all cost for their sake more than the sake of others. this person holds no pity for their loss in taking responsibility they lileraly hold the community towards building it’s strength.
it is use to keep something safe, to hols something.. could be a person, noun, or verb.
A man of great strength, passion, and focus. He is the vessel for life from which all eminates. In his heart are the futures of our youth, and the dreams of that which is to come.
Jerome is the holder of the information that I need. Without him I cannot finish this article and I have to wonder: are they trying to make this difficult for me? Just a lowly writer making pittance and they want me to fail! Or so it would seem. Maybe I’m being paranoid but how hard is it really to just call me back. Oh dear…
a cup holder that is holding a styrofoam cup dripping with condendation
i like drinking it while im driving
always seen as holding the bag…well not any longer. Now I am the holder of the key-need anything from supplies and you come to me. Post It notes, tape, glue, everything that holds this place together. Now it is my time to hold- your attention, time and tools. No more beung ignored and small gestures of disdain when I enter the room with your mail. You will need my attention and my cooperation to perform your job, now it is me who can ignore you, walk away when spoken to and iand avoid your questions.
This year, for his birthday, Nicole and I wanted to buy Joe a tacky cigar holder, for his desk next year. We didn’t, of course. I mean, it was an Anne-and-Nicole plan, as opposed to a Nicole-only plan, meaning it was destined to fail. Anyway, the cigar holder plan fell through, shortly followed by us.
She stepped lightly over the wreckage of the building and scanned the horizon. He was out there, somewhere, waiting for her, she was certain. Hopefully the infection that raged inside him had stayed dormant long enough for her to get to him. Long enough that she could be there for his last days before he made the transition and she would have to kill him. Hopefully she would make it in time to hold him and whisper one last “I love you.” before he faded into the darkness and then returned to her, undead.
The holder on her shoulder was a molder of golder boulders.