covering things up. like makeup. which is fun and there are alot of ways to conceal things whether it be physical or emotional. weird how a word can have soo many ways of being defined and acted out. thats nice. conceal sounds like seal.
I try to conceal my immense and suffocating dread. I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to go back to school. It’s great. I’m getting a quality education and I’ve made some great friends and my job is the best job I’ve ever had, but I don’t want to go back. I never want to go back.
There is a house on the outskirts of my town that sits alone. It has no neighbours, not for miles. It’s concealed by an enormous garden, a garden that’s too lush and too beautiful to belong to the aging mansion. The stone walls are chipped and cracked, and vines of ivy have wrapped themselves around the exterior.
At first glance, you can’t even see the house. But if you look for it, it’s there.
This is the house that came to be my home, when I felt like I had none. This is the house that makes me feel a little less alone.
While I was resting in the midst of their smokey street, I wondered if all of them, trotting in their steps again and again, knew what they concealed from themselves as they ravaged the constructs of reality. Chewing. Sniffing. Sucking.
Just concealed under the edge of the river’s bank was a small glitter, the tiniest gleam. Underneath, if you swam, you came up in the Kingrat’s den, and it was the mightiest I have ever seen. Many a muskrat have perished, trying to gain entrance to such a palace.
She couldn’t lie, not even for self-preservation. She scrunched up her eyes and made this sort of terrible smile with her mouth half open that was the tell-tale sign. When you saw that smile, you knew she was concealing something from you.
I was good at lying, but to completely conceal one’s true intentions was something out of my league. What I had done was sure to land me in prison, but that was a situation that I absolutely could not afford to withstand. I needed to find someone. Someone who knew exactly how to cover up messes such as these, someone who wore a mask that no one could ever possibly discover.
the image you see is concealed with lies from those who gave off their vibe
dont worry it nothing to be sad about its only for awhile
the road gets whiter and whiter only to be conceal by truth
not everything is the same you just uncover and look and you will
see whats been hiding this whole time
looking back in the mirror is a stranger. a face not quite familiar. like seeing a celebrity on the street, you think “no way, it can’t be.” i spread the concealer in thick strokes, the bruise slowly fading, going from purple to blue to nothing. not even a memory.
I’m reading an article right now about an advice columnist who has concealed her identity for a couple of years now. She says she felt like she was better able to write and give advice with her identity concealed. “Nothing is at stake,” she
I see a girl.
She looks familiar.
Underneath all that make up
And behind that facade.
There are pieces concealed.
Pieces of the girl I am.
Or at least,
The girl I used to be.
I wanted it so badly. I wanted just a taste of what it would feel like one day in another universe to wear that gown, that gorgeous solid white fishtail gown with the two-yard train that would make any bride feel perfect.
you try to conceal your smile from me
your giggles back up behind a straight face that still tips up at the corners despite how hard you try to hold your muscles in place
your eyes shine so brightly as they avoid mine
and finally you burst
into the most beautiful sound I have ever heard
the sound of your un-suppressible joy
She tied the belt tight and pulled her hat down far. No one talked to her. No one even gave a second glance. Fatigue consumed them all beyond polite conversation. She thanked God for it, and her safety. No one had noticed yet. That a women had infiltrated their ranks.
Most people choose to tuck them away in the recesses of their speech, only to dust them off when they might garner something in return. I fear that someday we might lose the art of complimenting for good.
You can try to look beyond my veil
but concealed is my tale
if you wish for it to seek
you’ll need more than just a peek
but lo behold it disintegrates
to a fine dust
just as your wary breath caresses it
You can try to look beyond my veil
but concealed is my tale
if you wish for it to seek
you’ll need more than just a peek
but lo behold it disintegrates
to a fine dust
just as your quiet breath caresses it
People conceal themselves all the time never allowing there true authic selves to shine through. I used to be like that…concealed myself alot I didn’t want people to know who I really was what I really wanted out of life or too afarid that the things I wanted sounded stupid.
we all try to conceal who we really are by covering up our faults.
maybe one day we’ll learn that the only way we can truly find love is by letting people see our faults, and not being afraid of what they will think. If we don’t open up once in a while, we’ll never really know how to love.
i conceal my self from others i hide i am scared to show people who i am i try to be like people because i am afraid i am scared they will think i am ugly without makeup not cool if i don’t have their clothes are i am stupid because i dont now and answer i feel dumb around them i feel like i say the wrongs i catch myself saying why did you say that i feel like a grain of sand no one notices but everyone steps on me i hate it
She was thoroughly concealed behind the corner of the building, the shadows hid her well, matching her dark cloak. No one must see her or the mission would be horribly and completely doomed.
I have to conceal everything from you from now on because if I let myself be a little bit vulnerable, if I let myself spill… you distance yourself even more and I can’t have that happen because I love you. I need you near me… That, I cannot conceal…
It is one’s natural defense to conceal themselves. They place a wall, physically or mentally, by the way they gesture, react, and smile. The smile is the worst concealer. One may believe that the other is smiling, that silly smile of a dolphin on their lips, but it might just be the curtain covering the true feeling.
why do we try to conceal our emotions? sometimes we shouldn’t worry how people will react to our raw feelings. everyone should embrace their emotions. it shouldn’t control you, but concealing and being ashamed of them will not help anyone.
She hid the book under her couch bed, not because it was the least visited place in the house, after all, she had to open it and take her blankets out every night, but because she wanted it close to her, and no one ever looked in there anyways.
It’s a lot harder to conceal a long sword under a cape than you might imagine. The sword got it’s name for a reason. Say you’re just stopping into a local well-lit cottage, hoping for a nice fire and a friendly meal and maybe a pretty daughter to wink at. You walk in with several feet of longsword showing underneath your cape and the hospitality isn’t quite what one would hope for.
conceal my heart. conceal my love. hide or get hurt. but its already out there. so conceal your heart. take yourself away from me. hurt me. hurt me. hurt me. conceal yourself forever so i can be okay again.
He pulled the rug over her body. The blood seeped through the carpet as he tried to roll her over. The floor was slick, and his hands were soaked crimson. This wasn’t going to work. He should have never taken that dare.
She hurried down the slick sidewalk, trying to be as small and inconspicuous as possible. She frequently glanced over her shoulder and was keenly aware of her surroundings; her senses felt magnified tenfold in the sharp cold winter air in Austijen. Although she was careful not to draw attention to herself, her attempts seemed useless this late in the night, for there was no one out in the street. Probably all warm and asleep in their beds, she thought to herself. Still, she knew she could take no chances, and was pleased that she had decided to wear her leather boots that day – they were warm, yes, but more importantly, they had been worn so often that they made virtually no sound as she tread carefully through puddles.
There was everything to conceal, but she said, “don’t worry, I’m not hiding anything”.
And lifted her toes from the ground, mysteriously
And tinkered with his life, quietly
And cut herself open at the end of the day to make sure she wasn’t hiding anything
inside.
To keep a secret. Whether it’s good or bad. If someone is getting hurt, then you should break the secret, other wise it goes with you to the grave. No matter what. Trust is way so important to fuck around with.
she’s spent her whole life hiding in the dark
avoiding mirrors, afraid of what she’ll see
avoiding people, afraid of what they’ll see
avoiding conversation, afraid to voice her opinion
to many, she appears weak
but inside she has grown walls around her heart,
stronger and thicker than any confidence
she waits, sculpting her walls of resistance
waiting for someone to come along and break them
waiting for someone to come along and pull her from the darkness
waiting for someone to tell her she’s beautiful without a trace of a lie in their eyes
she waits
and she wonders
who will it be?
I always thought I was good at concealing my thoughts and my feelings. I dressed in layers to obscure my body language, let myself disappear behind the more interesting people crowding around me, not realizing or caring I’m there. Yet somehow, you can read me with one look. All you need to figure out the workings of my mind.
She conceals her heart, She conceals her soul. When she’s in the mood she bares herself. All of her, she will reveal. But in the meantime, she hides. Better luck next time.
I was done concealing myself for the sake of not hurting others. “Do unto others as they have done unto you.” I had been hurt in more than one way by them, and I was done letting it slip past my memory. This time was different. This time…I was getting even.
i held the scarlett letter to my chest as i watched Ky run down the street back to his car. i looked at the letter for a moment and took a deep breath. This was it. This could be the answer to all my problems, or the nightmare of my life. this simple envelope concealed the promises, mistakes, memories, secrets, and regrets of my life. it could conceal me in outfit of black with guns in my pockets and burdens on my shoulders. it could force me back to the CIA, the life i ran away from. the life i never wanted to touch again
covering things up. like makeup. which is fun and there are alot of ways to conceal things whether it be physical or emotional. weird how a word can have soo many ways of being defined and acted out. thats nice. conceal sounds like seal.
I try to conceal my immense and suffocating dread. I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to go back to school. It’s great. I’m getting a quality education and I’ve made some great friends and my job is the best job I’ve ever had, but I don’t want to go back. I never want to go back.
There is a house on the outskirts of my town that sits alone. It has no neighbours, not for miles. It’s concealed by an enormous garden, a garden that’s too lush and too beautiful to belong to the aging mansion. The stone walls are chipped and cracked, and vines of ivy have wrapped themselves around the exterior.
At first glance, you can’t even see the house. But if you look for it, it’s there.
This is the house that came to be my home, when I felt like I had none. This is the house that makes me feel a little less alone.
While I was resting in the midst of their smokey street, I wondered if all of them, trotting in their steps again and again, knew what they concealed from themselves as they ravaged the constructs of reality. Chewing. Sniffing. Sucking.
Just concealed under the edge of the river’s bank was a small glitter, the tiniest gleam. Underneath, if you swam, you came up in the Kingrat’s den, and it was the mightiest I have ever seen. Many a muskrat have perished, trying to gain entrance to such a palace.
She couldn’t lie, not even for self-preservation. She scrunched up her eyes and made this sort of terrible smile with her mouth half open that was the tell-tale sign. When you saw that smile, you knew she was concealing something from you.
I was good at lying, but to completely conceal one’s true intentions was something out of my league. What I had done was sure to land me in prison, but that was a situation that I absolutely could not afford to withstand. I needed to find someone. Someone who knew exactly how to cover up messes such as these, someone who wore a mask that no one could ever possibly discover.
To conceal a pimple it is very difficult to do. Try using a foundation or product to assist in ‘covering’ your blemish. The end
I’ve got something that I am concealing from people. It’s a great secret, but I have to hold it close to my chest right now.
the image you see is concealed with lies from those who gave off their vibe
dont worry it nothing to be sad about its only for awhile
the road gets whiter and whiter only to be conceal by truth
not everything is the same you just uncover and look and you will
see whats been hiding this whole time
looking back in the mirror is a stranger. a face not quite familiar. like seeing a celebrity on the street, you think “no way, it can’t be.” i spread the concealer in thick strokes, the bruise slowly fading, going from purple to blue to nothing. not even a memory.
I’m reading an article right now about an advice columnist who has concealed her identity for a couple of years now. She says she felt like she was better able to write and give advice with her identity concealed. “Nothing is at stake,” she
I see a girl.
She looks familiar.
Underneath all that make up
And behind that facade.
There are pieces concealed.
Pieces of the girl I am.
Or at least,
The girl I used to be.
I wanted it so badly. I wanted just a taste of what it would feel like one day in another universe to wear that gown, that gorgeous solid white fishtail gown with the two-yard train that would make any bride feel perfect.
you try to conceal your smile from me
your giggles back up behind a straight face that still tips up at the corners despite how hard you try to hold your muscles in place
your eyes shine so brightly as they avoid mine
and finally you burst
into the most beautiful sound I have ever heard
the sound of your un-suppressible joy
She tied the belt tight and pulled her hat down far. No one talked to her. No one even gave a second glance. Fatigue consumed them all beyond polite conversation. She thanked God for it, and her safety. No one had noticed yet. That a women had infiltrated their ranks.
Most people choose to tuck them away in the recesses of their speech, only to dust them off when they might garner something in return. I fear that someday we might lose the art of complimenting for good.
You can try to look beyond my veil
but concealed is my tale
if you wish for it to seek
you’ll need more than just a peek
but lo behold it disintegrates
to a fine dust
just as your wary breath caresses it
You can try to look beyond my veil
but concealed is my tale
if you wish for it to seek
you’ll need more than just a peek
but lo behold it disintegrates
to a fine dust
just as your quiet breath caresses it
People conceal themselves all the time never allowing there true authic selves to shine through. I used to be like that…concealed myself alot I didn’t want people to know who I really was what I really wanted out of life or too afarid that the things I wanted sounded stupid.
we all try to conceal who we really are by covering up our faults.
maybe one day we’ll learn that the only way we can truly find love is by letting people see our faults, and not being afraid of what they will think. If we don’t open up once in a while, we’ll never really know how to love.
i conceal my self from others i hide i am scared to show people who i am i try to be like people because i am afraid i am scared they will think i am ugly without makeup not cool if i don’t have their clothes are i am stupid because i dont now and answer i feel dumb around them i feel like i say the wrongs i catch myself saying why did you say that i feel like a grain of sand no one notices but everyone steps on me i hate it
She was thoroughly concealed behind the corner of the building, the shadows hid her well, matching her dark cloak. No one must see her or the mission would be horribly and completely doomed.
I have to conceal everything from you from now on because if I let myself be a little bit vulnerable, if I let myself spill… you distance yourself even more and I can’t have that happen because I love you. I need you near me… That, I cannot conceal…
It is one’s natural defense to conceal themselves. They place a wall, physically or mentally, by the way they gesture, react, and smile. The smile is the worst concealer. One may believe that the other is smiling, that silly smile of a dolphin on their lips, but it might just be the curtain covering the true feeling.
why do we try to conceal our emotions? sometimes we shouldn’t worry how people will react to our raw feelings. everyone should embrace their emotions. it shouldn’t control you, but concealing and being ashamed of them will not help anyone.
She hid the book under her couch bed, not because it was the least visited place in the house, after all, she had to open it and take her blankets out every night, but because she wanted it close to her, and no one ever looked in there anyways.
It’s a lot harder to conceal a long sword under a cape than you might imagine. The sword got it’s name for a reason. Say you’re just stopping into a local well-lit cottage, hoping for a nice fire and a friendly meal and maybe a pretty daughter to wink at. You walk in with several feet of longsword showing underneath your cape and the hospitality isn’t quite what one would hope for.
conceal my heart. conceal my love. hide or get hurt. but its already out there. so conceal your heart. take yourself away from me. hurt me. hurt me. hurt me. conceal yourself forever so i can be okay again.
Convicts conceal their cons and seal the deals with arms of steel.
He pulled the rug over her body. The blood seeped through the carpet as he tried to roll her over. The floor was slick, and his hands were soaked crimson. This wasn’t going to work. He should have never taken that dare.
She hurried down the slick sidewalk, trying to be as small and inconspicuous as possible. She frequently glanced over her shoulder and was keenly aware of her surroundings; her senses felt magnified tenfold in the sharp cold winter air in Austijen. Although she was careful not to draw attention to herself, her attempts seemed useless this late in the night, for there was no one out in the street. Probably all warm and asleep in their beds, she thought to herself. Still, she knew she could take no chances, and was pleased that she had decided to wear her leather boots that day – they were warm, yes, but more importantly, they had been worn so often that they made virtually no sound as she tread carefully through puddles.
There was everything to conceal, but she said, “don’t worry, I’m not hiding anything”.
And lifted her toes from the ground, mysteriously
And tinkered with his life, quietly
And cut herself open at the end of the day to make sure she wasn’t hiding anything
inside.
To keep a secret. Whether it’s good or bad. If someone is getting hurt, then you should break the secret, other wise it goes with you to the grave. No matter what. Trust is way so important to fuck around with.
she’s spent her whole life hiding in the dark
avoiding mirrors, afraid of what she’ll see
avoiding people, afraid of what they’ll see
avoiding conversation, afraid to voice her opinion
to many, she appears weak
but inside she has grown walls around her heart,
stronger and thicker than any confidence
she waits, sculpting her walls of resistance
waiting for someone to come along and break them
waiting for someone to come along and pull her from the darkness
waiting for someone to tell her she’s beautiful without a trace of a lie in their eyes
she waits
and she wonders
who will it be?
I always thought I was good at concealing my thoughts and my feelings. I dressed in layers to obscure my body language, let myself disappear behind the more interesting people crowding around me, not realizing or caring I’m there. Yet somehow, you can read me with one look. All you need to figure out the workings of my mind.
i conceal my feelings for him like the ocean over sand
the longer i try to hide the more of me gets washed away
She conceals her heart, She conceals her soul. When she’s in the mood she bares herself. All of her, she will reveal. But in the meantime, she hides. Better luck next time.
I was done concealing myself for the sake of not hurting others. “Do unto others as they have done unto you.” I had been hurt in more than one way by them, and I was done letting it slip past my memory. This time was different. This time…I was getting even.
i held the scarlett letter to my chest as i watched Ky run down the street back to his car. i looked at the letter for a moment and took a deep breath. This was it. This could be the answer to all my problems, or the nightmare of my life. this simple envelope concealed the promises, mistakes, memories, secrets, and regrets of my life. it could conceal me in outfit of black with guns in my pockets and burdens on my shoulders. it could force me back to the CIA, the life i ran away from. the life i never wanted to touch again