We are in a world of our own. No one knows of our secrets, hopes, anguish, expectations and disappointments. Only you and I know of the only secluded part of our lives and that is whatever we have between us.
Everybody is secluded in their own way. You can’t just go outside and shout “let’s be friends”. Besides, you need time for yourself, to think about what you should do next, who you are, who you are going to be etc.
is a feeling i enjoy because it allows me to free myself from what other people think. Sometimes I don’t know what I should be feeling, saying, or what my facial expression should be sending to the people around me. I start to over think everything, and forget the fun i could be having in my own imagination if i just stop worrying.
Secluded is when im alone. Doing my own shit where no one knows.
Secluded is where the treasure is. Treasures of the pirates.
Maybe Jack, the greatest pirate, looted the whole england and entire Mediterranean.
never once did she felt more free than she is now. it’s been a while since the last time she went out with her friends after she secluded herself in the comfort of her room after that faithful incident.
Alone, lonely. Closed off. Gone from the world and all earthly possessions. Beautiful. Terrifying. I am secluded, I am introverted, I refresh myself with solitude.
What does secluded mean, you ask? Well. Why don’t you find out? It is quite a long word, I must say. Although, I have seen longer! Secluded, secluded, secluded. What does it mean? Ask yourself that question.
accredit, advocate, affirm, approve, attest, authenticate, back, back up*, bless, boost, certify, champion, commend, confirm, countenance, defend, favor, give a boost to, give green light, give one’s word, give the go-ahead, give the nod, go along with, go to bat for, go with, guarantee, lend one’s name to, okay, praise, push, ratify, recommend, rubber-stamp, sanction, second, stand behind, stand up for, stump for, subscribe to, sustain, underwrite, uphold, vouch for, warrant, witness,Antonyms.censure, disapprove, oppose, protest, reject, repel, unauthorize, affiance, agree, betroth, bind, catch, commit, contract, covenant, give one’s word, guarantee, hook, obligate, oblige, pass, pledge, tie, troth, turn on, undertake, vouch, vow.
the cabin in the forest looked like it was falling apart, but as ivan lead his friends inside, they were brought into a world of glass and steel, as if they had walked into a modern interior decorators dream.
A secluded area in the forest was where I planted the bean. It would not grow into a beanstalk. That was what I told my mum. But of course, that was a lie. It would grow into an orb—an orb that contained every impossibility that ever existed. Once the orb was broken by a strong enough force, everything would suddenly become possible. It would lead to chaos, but that was okay. Chaos was needed in this blank world.
I feel secluded when I am at work sometimes. My coworkers are so different from me. When I am sitting at a table eating a meal with them, I sometimes feel completely alone. It isn’t that I don’t like them, I just don’t have much in common.
we were. We didn’t think anyone could find us,,,until that rainy morning. we could hear their boots splashing in the puddles as they neared. we looked at each other in panic.
Secluded, alone, invisible. Sitting down, stranded. The thunder booms, the lighting flashes. Not in that exact order, of course, light travels faster than sound. It’s awfully loud. The rain splashes down, a soothing rhythm in such contrast to the deafening rumbles.
My head often seems to be secluded. From the world. From my body. It’s like my thoughts have nothing to do with the real world. They’re just mine, and sometimes, not even I understand them. Thinking about sharing them with someone is really scary.
I feel alone and left out . i dont know anyone here and no one knows im here. I feel like im under a water fall and im drowning left with nothing but my thoughts on a lonely island. then i think of a box i think of being trapped in a box just sitting distant from everything else.. s
It’s actually somewhat secluded back here in my room, sitting in my comfy, sofa chair. I can listen to the rhythm of the rain rushing through the gutters, and, after having been out and about so much, partying, doing random things, it’s really nice to just sit and let thoughts flow through me. What am i supposed to do with anything today? Nothing. My birthday has come and gone now… I feel very little different.
In a secluded glen, she stopped and got out her knife. With three quick strokes, she carved the sign on a standing snag and then stepped back to look at what she had made.
By the ocean there is a cave, full of sea glass and old memories. The walls are spongy with salt water and sometimes, when I go into the dark and cry on the ragged ledges of the place, I feel like I am being encompassed by my own tears. It is a secluded place, away from time and other people. I could lie there forever, listening to the distant rush of an ancient tide.
Secluded is the feeling similar to sitting in the corner of a room at a big party, away from the collective attention. Depending on your mood it is positive or negative, sometimes being alone in a crowd is therapeutic and sometimes it is alienating.
She pushed everyone away. All she wanted was to run. No phone calls, texts, nothing, just silence. She wanted to be secluded from the truth and the sad, pitying eyes.
I don’t know whey some people seclude themselves from others. this life is all about relating with each other. and not being an island. have you ever wonder the spiritual life of those who seclude themselves from people….yes, they think more but then we need each other to really live.
U2s “It’s a Beautiful Day” plays low on the radio. The narrow dirt road is shaded by an umbrella of trees arcing overhead. As the road turns and twists, my tires leave a cloud of dust behind. I turn up the radio and roll the windows down. Tucked away behind acres of trees is an isolated field. I drive on. Over an old wooden bridge I come to my special place by the river. I breath in. The air is hot and moist, a breeze lifts my hair off my shoulders. I am home.
It was open so we just ran in and made it ours. There were frowns of course, but this didn’t bother us so much. To us, it was secluded; these people did not exist. We were bored by them and they were irritated by our presence.
The house felt secluded, even though it was surrounded by others. Perched at the top of a five mile hill – so high that snow came earlier and stayed later – it was warm, and cozy, and full of light – but damn, that hill made it hard to get anywhere and so anything other than snowboard in winter and go for brutal hikes in summer.
The two of them dragged her down the alley, to a secluded spot. Then they left her there, abandoning her to the elements. After a few days, her condition started to deteriorate, rust eating into her almost as fast as the loneliness. Robots were not programmed to deal with being abandoned.
His eyes slip shut and his ever-present smile thins. The breeze tugs at his blond curls and chills his face; the rest of his body warm, tucked away from the outside world by a cocoon of mismatched fabric. The air is crisp and the leaves are dying, turned that splotchy scarlet of almost-fallen. There’s no one else here. He isn’t sure if that makes him feel better or worse.
He looks down at the final reminder of his greatest friend, a gloved hand reaching out to brush against the rough stone. Something in his throat goes heavy and sore when the iron gate behind him creaks. He withdraws his hand, turning to leave, and he can’t help the dry, broken sound that crawls its way out of his throat, or the way that his shoulders shake under the sudden weight of loneliness and grief as he shuffles his way towards the cemetery’s exit.
I was secluded in a forest where birds whirled through their daily routines. The hush of the moss on the rocks made my ears sting with silence. Quizzically, I peered out of my hiding spot, looking through the film of light shining in front of me. I saw a shadow in front of me. It danced silently back and forth, taunting my eyes, begging for attention.
I will say I have an hour and then an hour later, when he has hidden himself away and has been secluded with his thoughts in his own personal world, he will start to talk. Why does he do that. Do I look like someone who can just wait around until he wants to notice me? It is a bazaar power game with no winners. It has become like a dysfunctional ritual.
There she stood, alone, without anybody to care for her. She tentatively holds her last note as she contemplates the purchase of the knife she will cut herself with for the last time. Wanting only to rejoin her family, she quietly enters the vendor’s shop that will give her the life she wants.
Jerry had his own little spot, where he could just kick back and relax, away from prying eyes and the stresses of daily life as a mouse, secluded behind the skirting board~ even though Tom could smell him, he was safe here.
I am all alone, clint and I are over, Greg left and Vanessa hates me. I have no one, I lost my boyfriend, my crush and my best friend all in one night and I don’t know what to do.
In a secluded wood, the birds sang softly filling the air with a melody of joy and hope. But there hidden behind the leafy green shrubbery lurked and unknown force, waiting patiently for his time to strike, waiting for the prefect time.
The garden was dark and secluded, allowing her a refuge from the rest of the world after a particularly long, arduous shift.
She slipped through the overgrown entrance, glad that it was disguised from passerby by the threatening mire of brambles that clambered over and down the gateway, forming a prickly curtain that no one wanted to explore.
Dark. Woods. Raint and wet. No one to hear. Not a soul around. Just the damp earth. Just the decaying plant life. Not even the crackle of does’ steps in the brush. Empty surroundings. Heavy air.
We are in a world of our own. No one knows of our secrets, hopes, anguish, expectations and disappointments. Only you and I know of the only secluded part of our lives and that is whatever we have between us.
Everybody is secluded in their own way. You can’t just go outside and shout “let’s be friends”. Besides, you need time for yourself, to think about what you should do next, who you are, who you are going to be etc.
to be separated, set aside… not included. Sometimes you do it on your own… you separate yourself from others, they don’t have to do it.
is a feeling i enjoy because it allows me to free myself from what other people think. Sometimes I don’t know what I should be feeling, saying, or what my facial expression should be sending to the people around me. I start to over think everything, and forget the fun i could be having in my own imagination if i just stop worrying.
Secluded is when im alone. Doing my own shit where no one knows.
Secluded is where the treasure is. Treasures of the pirates.
Maybe Jack, the greatest pirate, looted the whole england and entire Mediterranean.
It means removed or cut from other. it is sort of deletion. it can be absent from scene.
never once did she felt more free than she is now. it’s been a while since the last time she went out with her friends after she secluded herself in the comfort of her room after that faithful incident.
Alone, lonely. Closed off. Gone from the world and all earthly possessions. Beautiful. Terrifying. I am secluded, I am introverted, I refresh myself with solitude.
What does secluded mean, you ask? Well. Why don’t you find out? It is quite a long word, I must say. Although, I have seen longer! Secluded, secluded, secluded. What does it mean? Ask yourself that question.
accredit, advocate, affirm, approve, attest, authenticate, back, back up*, bless, boost, certify, champion, commend, confirm, countenance, defend, favor, give a boost to, give green light, give one’s word, give the go-ahead, give the nod, go along with, go to bat for, go with, guarantee, lend one’s name to, okay, praise, push, ratify, recommend, rubber-stamp, sanction, second, stand behind, stand up for, stump for, subscribe to, sustain, underwrite, uphold, vouch for, warrant, witness,Antonyms.censure, disapprove, oppose, protest, reject, repel, unauthorize, affiance, agree, betroth, bind, catch, commit, contract, covenant, give one’s word, guarantee, hook, obligate, oblige, pass, pledge, tie, troth, turn on, undertake, vouch, vow.
the cabin in the forest looked like it was falling apart, but as ivan lead his friends inside, they were brought into a world of glass and steel, as if they had walked into a modern interior decorators dream.
A secluded area in the forest was where I planted the bean. It would not grow into a beanstalk. That was what I told my mum. But of course, that was a lie. It would grow into an orb—an orb that contained every impossibility that ever existed. Once the orb was broken by a strong enough force, everything would suddenly become possible. It would lead to chaos, but that was okay. Chaos was needed in this blank world.
I feel secluded when I am at work sometimes. My coworkers are so different from me. When I am sitting at a table eating a meal with them, I sometimes feel completely alone. It isn’t that I don’t like them, I just don’t have much in common.
we were. We didn’t think anyone could find us,,,until that rainy morning. we could hear their boots splashing in the puddles as they neared. we looked at each other in panic.
Secluded, alone, invisible. Sitting down, stranded. The thunder booms, the lighting flashes. Not in that exact order, of course, light travels faster than sound. It’s awfully loud. The rain splashes down, a soothing rhythm in such contrast to the deafening rumbles.
My head often seems to be secluded. From the world. From my body. It’s like my thoughts have nothing to do with the real world. They’re just mine, and sometimes, not even I understand them. Thinking about sharing them with someone is really scary.
I feel alone and left out . i dont know anyone here and no one knows im here. I feel like im under a water fall and im drowning left with nothing but my thoughts on a lonely island. then i think of a box i think of being trapped in a box just sitting distant from everything else.. s
It’s actually somewhat secluded back here in my room, sitting in my comfy, sofa chair. I can listen to the rhythm of the rain rushing through the gutters, and, after having been out and about so much, partying, doing random things, it’s really nice to just sit and let thoughts flow through me. What am i supposed to do with anything today? Nothing. My birthday has come and gone now… I feel very little different.
In a secluded glen, she stopped and got out her knife. With three quick strokes, she carved the sign on a standing snag and then stepped back to look at what she had made.
By the ocean there is a cave, full of sea glass and old memories. The walls are spongy with salt water and sometimes, when I go into the dark and cry on the ragged ledges of the place, I feel like I am being encompassed by my own tears. It is a secluded place, away from time and other people. I could lie there forever, listening to the distant rush of an ancient tide.
Secluded is the feeling similar to sitting in the corner of a room at a big party, away from the collective attention. Depending on your mood it is positive or negative, sometimes being alone in a crowd is therapeutic and sometimes it is alienating.
She pushed everyone away. All she wanted was to run. No phone calls, texts, nothing, just silence. She wanted to be secluded from the truth and the sad, pitying eyes.
I don’t know whey some people seclude themselves from others. this life is all about relating with each other. and not being an island. have you ever wonder the spiritual life of those who seclude themselves from people….yes, they think more but then we need each other to really live.
U2s “It’s a Beautiful Day” plays low on the radio. The narrow dirt road is shaded by an umbrella of trees arcing overhead. As the road turns and twists, my tires leave a cloud of dust behind. I turn up the radio and roll the windows down. Tucked away behind acres of trees is an isolated field. I drive on. Over an old wooden bridge I come to my special place by the river. I breath in. The air is hot and moist, a breeze lifts my hair off my shoulders. I am home.
It was open so we just ran in and made it ours. There were frowns of course, but this didn’t bother us so much. To us, it was secluded; these people did not exist. We were bored by them and they were irritated by our presence.
The house felt secluded, even though it was surrounded by others. Perched at the top of a five mile hill – so high that snow came earlier and stayed later – it was warm, and cozy, and full of light – but damn, that hill made it hard to get anywhere and so anything other than snowboard in winter and go for brutal hikes in summer.
alone, without thought, without vision, quieted soul but sometimes screaming to get out, peace, prayerful, stillness,
The two of them dragged her down the alley, to a secluded spot. Then they left her there, abandoning her to the elements. After a few days, her condition started to deteriorate, rust eating into her almost as fast as the loneliness. Robots were not programmed to deal with being abandoned.
His eyes slip shut and his ever-present smile thins. The breeze tugs at his blond curls and chills his face; the rest of his body warm, tucked away from the outside world by a cocoon of mismatched fabric. The air is crisp and the leaves are dying, turned that splotchy scarlet of almost-fallen. There’s no one else here. He isn’t sure if that makes him feel better or worse.
He looks down at the final reminder of his greatest friend, a gloved hand reaching out to brush against the rough stone. Something in his throat goes heavy and sore when the iron gate behind him creaks. He withdraws his hand, turning to leave, and he can’t help the dry, broken sound that crawls its way out of his throat, or the way that his shoulders shake under the sudden weight of loneliness and grief as he shuffles his way towards the cemetery’s exit.
I was secluded in a forest where birds whirled through their daily routines. The hush of the moss on the rocks made my ears sting with silence. Quizzically, I peered out of my hiding spot, looking through the film of light shining in front of me. I saw a shadow in front of me. It danced silently back and forth, taunting my eyes, begging for attention.
I will say I have an hour and then an hour later, when he has hidden himself away and has been secluded with his thoughts in his own personal world, he will start to talk. Why does he do that. Do I look like someone who can just wait around until he wants to notice me? It is a bazaar power game with no winners. It has become like a dysfunctional ritual.
There she stood, alone, without anybody to care for her. She tentatively holds her last note as she contemplates the purchase of the knife she will cut herself with for the last time. Wanting only to rejoin her family, she quietly enters the vendor’s shop that will give her the life she wants.
Jerry had his own little spot, where he could just kick back and relax, away from prying eyes and the stresses of daily life as a mouse, secluded behind the skirting board~ even though Tom could smell him, he was safe here.
It was not the prettiest of places, but I wanted to be sure we would be alone. The faint smell of rust seemed to echo off the walls, I saw him wal
I am all alone, clint and I are over, Greg left and Vanessa hates me. I have no one, I lost my boyfriend, my crush and my best friend all in one night and I don’t know what to do.
In a secluded wood, the birds sang softly filling the air with a melody of joy and hope. But there hidden behind the leafy green shrubbery lurked and unknown force, waiting patiently for his time to strike, waiting for the prefect time.
The garden was dark and secluded, allowing her a refuge from the rest of the world after a particularly long, arduous shift.
She slipped through the overgrown entrance, glad that it was disguised from passerby by the threatening mire of brambles that clambered over and down the gateway, forming a prickly curtain that no one wanted to explore.
In a room full of familiar faces, some dear and some not, I felt secluded.
Left me here
secluded
no eyes for windows
no heart for thought
no mind for love
Left me here
secluded
with a hand over
my smiling face
no idea what I hid
you did
Dark. Woods. Raint and wet. No one to hear. Not a soul around. Just the damp earth. Just the decaying plant life. Not even the crackle of does’ steps in the brush. Empty surroundings. Heavy air.