Always hiding in the dark, always there just behind you, ready to take it all before you even realise you had it. The voice inside your head can do terrible, dispicable things. Dont let it.
There is a path that links me to you, a path that can be fully achieved if either were to speak and tell of their fears even if their voice shakes. But we aren’t like so. The words we don’t speak we choke down and cough out their kind and simple remains. We aren’t the prophets, we aren’t the saviors, for how can you save when you can’t stand forward. It’s not that we’re cowards, please don’t think that, but rather – we chose to observe the movement of life whilst simultaneously living our own in separate to the rest. We don’t sneak but stand in the day, yet we are often perceived as nothing. But little do they know were are great. Ours was this silence that no one seemed to understand. But this silence, though perfect to us, is not just a path but a universe. There is a universe between us.
Slithering around the corner, sliding past crevices and avoiding sharp angles of light, we will by sneaky until discovered and then we will bury that avoidance deep within, visible only to ourselves, until just the right moment.
There was a world between what I could achieve by being very , very, open and obvious and honest.
I decided then and thereafter to tread another path; one where my actions would go unseen, but not their consequences.
the sneaky neighbor took on his nerves to tail naughty Lara who was disposed to make trouble for anyone who was following her and impeding her detective work
who. Raks do you know the meaning of sneaky? If you know please tell to me. Please tell me why did you call me today? Why don’t you attend if i call you
tip toe tip toe, down the corridor. With vest in hand he went. As the light from the street lamps glistens through the bay window, the string vest made patterns on the lino.
He crept up on her, she was still sound asleep. Her mind as innocent as that of a newborn baby or so it seemed. She had anticipated his treachery all along. She swung at him with furious concentration, the hit nearly landing on his chest. He had somehow managed to
The snake slithered along through the grass, the darkness concealing it. It hissed into the night air- a malevolent sound that would have ensued fear into the eyes of even the bravest men. None would withstand her wrath.
She snuck into the warriors camp. Yesss!
– That was sneaky you know.
– How did you steal this ring, without her realising it ?
– It wasn’t too hard, after few years of training in Thieves guild.
– Yours skills may be highly valuvable for me in my next task. Mind joining ?
Drip< drip, Drip the pipe leaked gamma radiation and iodine 131 isotopes. I was going to die!!! or get severly damaged cells from backgroung radiatuion. Boom I blew up!!
he creeps through dreams and secrets, jumping from one whisper to the next, without the slightest hesitation or doubt. They never notice, or they’re far too wrapped up in their heads to notice his little frame, dancing about in the shadows, chanting and dancing to the rhythm of broken hopes and dreams.
And so he snaked his way through the dark halls, putting good use to the name of his shoes. A sneakier pair of could not be so, for the sneaker’s muse was in those soles.
Hidden in shadows, waiting for your attention to slip so that it can creep up and attack from behind with the precision of a trained assassin. You can’t defend against it, for it is patient and will be sure to choose the most inconvenient moment – at least, for you.
I crawled through the barren chamber, the mistress of the house unaware of my prescence. Oh how sweet her jewels would look on my wife. Ever since the council banished us to the outskirts of town I’ve been driven to sneaking through lord and lady’s manors. Pilfering whatever penny I could find. The life of a thief.
Creaky floor boards give her away, so she creeps on hands and knees like a cat to his bed side.
He only half asleep as she presses her lips to his temple.
She’ll have to be quieter the next time.
the darkness had taken her away
with deceit and promise of an escape.
as it happened to be,
this path lead to a tunnel
which led to a cave with great wide jaws
and teeth of stalactites and stalagmites
one could marvel at for hours on end.
the cave ate her whole and she plummeted
into the world of misfortune and misery.
You sneaky little child. You know the types, those that hide underneath the table because they don’t want to go home or the kids that jump out from behind the doors to scare their younger siblings. It’s funny now that I think about it, because those are the things I do. So I guess this time, I’m the sneaky child.
Are you the sneaky child? Are you the one that had the cookie when no one saw? I never really was that kind but I am the one that would sneak past you and you never know that I was the kid that kept you from being in trouble, even in it got me in trouble and you not. Next time you try to skeak that cookie, that eletronic, the soda out of the store or whatever your choice of trying to sneaky out…there is someone that will be getting what you deserve. Life doesn’t always work like the liar, wants it to, does it?
Don’t be sneaky around me… You see, if you sneak, especially if I’m asleep, I’ll wake up with a start…but if you act normal, and just as if you’re supposed to be there, I’ll stay asleep. So…don’t be sneaky…
I feel sneaky when I deny my true emotions and when I tell people that I am OK. This sneakiness makes me feel like a little kid, hiding a secret, withholding the important details. I do this to protect, I do this to keep everyone happy, yet I know I am a sneaky little nut!
He walked quietly, making sure she couldn’t hear him coming. He pitied them, really. They just sat there, applying their lipstick or smoothing their luscious auburn hair, right before he quietly wrapped his hands around their throats.
Molly is acting strangely. She used to not go anywhere near anyone. I would have to coax her to let me pet her but lately, there is something going on. She keeps rubbing up against me and won’t leave me alone. I think she’s being sneaky about something. I just don’t know what it is.
sneakers are for sneaking, ed would always say. he only wore converse, conspicuously battered ones, to match his marxist beard and beady eyes. he read comic books exclusively and only listened to bands from scandinavia. he wanted us to write a manifesto.
we had known each other since early childhood. he had loved me ever since.
i was bad for him.
i still am.
It looked innocuous enough. Perfectly harmless. Just a change. An opportunity really. It all seems reasonable. They’re doing their best. Let’s just see how things go. It’s a workable solution. I’m here to help. Let me know if you need to discuss anything. I’d believe it all if I could but… Out of the frying pan into the fire more like it. Sneaky very sneaky.
So sneaky was the young boy that he could walk into a room and no one would see him. He was as see-through as air, and he knew he’d learn everything there was to know about her in his preferred state of being.
So you think you’re sneaking, eh? You think you can talk me into putting the gun to my head? you. are. wrong. my past will not dictate my future. i refuse to let those old ways control me any longer.
She wasn’t sneaky; her tip-toeing sounded more like lead boots. Still, he admired her attempts as she set up the surprise he was bound to find in the morning. Sure, he’d know Santa wasn’t real for years now, but his mom still thought otherwise. He was nine, but it made he happy – and really, what else mattered?
she was so sneaky. and she knew it, too. misty dug even further down into her bedding. they were trying to catch her, but she wouldn’t let them! up the tunnel, then back down, around the wheel, oh no, too fast. oops, she fell. and they caught her. guess she wasn’t sneaky enough. but that was okay. their hands were warm and cozy, anyway.
what a sneaky little rat. she crept into the living room while clara slept on new year’s eve. once the coast was clear, she called in the other rats and ordered them all to circle the sleeping girl and lift her out and into her dreams.
She tip toed down the corridor, unsure if this was right. Her breathing was heavy as she glanced around every corner, trying not to make a sound. The door creaked as she eased it open, but there was no other way out, it was too far for her to drop out of her window. She rushed into the cold night air and finally into his arms, hoping that the door closed silently behind her but she really didn’t hear.
There’s this boy that is sneaky. I had heard of him and his ridiculous nickname. Never actually had the pleasure of meeting him and sure as hell not smoking and drinking with him. He stood around the fire in that green sweatshirt and talked about the Occupy Movement. We smoked and drank together and when I interviewed him, I was shaking. He snuck into my line of vision the same way he snuck a kiss in my ear.
Always hiding in the dark, always there just behind you, ready to take it all before you even realise you had it. The voice inside your head can do terrible, dispicable things. Dont let it.
Sneaky sounds just like its meaning. Like a snake, sneaky–I love that word! The sound of it is delicious. Sneaky….
There is a path that links me to you, a path that can be fully achieved if either were to speak and tell of their fears even if their voice shakes. But we aren’t like so. The words we don’t speak we choke down and cough out their kind and simple remains. We aren’t the prophets, we aren’t the saviors, for how can you save when you can’t stand forward. It’s not that we’re cowards, please don’t think that, but rather – we chose to observe the movement of life whilst simultaneously living our own in separate to the rest. We don’t sneak but stand in the day, yet we are often perceived as nothing. But little do they know were are great. Ours was this silence that no one seemed to understand. But this silence, though perfect to us, is not just a path but a universe. There is a universe between us.
Slithering around the corner, sliding past crevices and avoiding sharp angles of light, we will by sneaky until discovered and then we will bury that avoidance deep within, visible only to ourselves, until just the right moment.
There was a world between what I could achieve by being very , very, open and obvious and honest.
I decided then and thereafter to tread another path; one where my actions would go unseen, but not their consequences.
I trusted you, but now I know better.
the sneaky neighbor took on his nerves to tail naughty Lara who was disposed to make trouble for anyone who was following her and impeding her detective work
who. Raks do you know the meaning of sneaky? If you know please tell to me. Please tell me why did you call me today? Why don’t you attend if i call you
tip toe tip toe, down the corridor. With vest in hand he went. As the light from the street lamps glistens through the bay window, the string vest made patterns on the lino.
Brutus lifted up his nose to check and see if he could find another good on the counter, and then the sensation hit him-his favorite dish!
the mouse creeps behind the wall, stands still, stands lovely, myseterious. so sneaky. into the bean of life. sneaky beans. jackson, ms.
He crept up on her, she was still sound asleep. Her mind as innocent as that of a newborn baby or so it seemed. She had anticipated his treachery all along. She swung at him with furious concentration, the hit nearly landing on his chest. He had somehow managed to
The snake slithered along through the grass, the darkness concealing it. It hissed into the night air- a malevolent sound that would have ensued fear into the eyes of even the bravest men. None would withstand her wrath.
She snuck into the warriors camp. Yesss!
– That was sneaky you know.
– How did you steal this ring, without her realising it ?
– It wasn’t too hard, after few years of training in Thieves guild.
– Yours skills may be highly valuvable for me in my next task. Mind joining ?
Drip< drip, Drip the pipe leaked gamma radiation and iodine 131 isotopes. I was going to die!!! or get severly damaged cells from backgroung radiatuion. Boom I blew up!!
Sneaky snake-like sociopath with painted cherry lips, squashing and squeezing the very life from your veins. Lock all the doors, hide all the keys.
he creeps through dreams and secrets, jumping from one whisper to the next, without the slightest hesitation or doubt. They never notice, or they’re far too wrapped up in their heads to notice his little frame, dancing about in the shadows, chanting and dancing to the rhythm of broken hopes and dreams.
And so he snaked his way through the dark halls, putting good use to the name of his shoes. A sneakier pair of could not be so, for the sneaker’s muse was in those soles.
Hidden in shadows, waiting for your attention to slip so that it can creep up and attack from behind with the precision of a trained assassin. You can’t defend against it, for it is patient and will be sure to choose the most inconvenient moment – at least, for you.
New ideas. They’re sneaky.
I crawled through the barren chamber, the mistress of the house unaware of my prescence. Oh how sweet her jewels would look on my wife. Ever since the council banished us to the outskirts of town I’ve been driven to sneaking through lord and lady’s manors. Pilfering whatever penny I could find. The life of a thief.
Creaky floor boards give her away, so she creeps on hands and knees like a cat to his bed side.
He only half asleep as she presses her lips to his temple.
She’ll have to be quieter the next time.
the darkness had taken her away
with deceit and promise of an escape.
as it happened to be,
this path lead to a tunnel
which led to a cave with great wide jaws
and teeth of stalactites and stalagmites
one could marvel at for hours on end.
the cave ate her whole and she plummeted
into the world of misfortune and misery.
You sneaky little child. You know the types, those that hide underneath the table because they don’t want to go home or the kids that jump out from behind the doors to scare their younger siblings. It’s funny now that I think about it, because those are the things I do. So I guess this time, I’m the sneaky child.
Are you the sneaky child? Are you the one that had the cookie when no one saw? I never really was that kind but I am the one that would sneak past you and you never know that I was the kid that kept you from being in trouble, even in it got me in trouble and you not. Next time you try to skeak that cookie, that eletronic, the soda out of the store or whatever your choice of trying to sneaky out…there is someone that will be getting what you deserve. Life doesn’t always work like the liar, wants it to, does it?
Don’t be sneaky around me… You see, if you sneak, especially if I’m asleep, I’ll wake up with a start…but if you act normal, and just as if you’re supposed to be there, I’ll stay asleep. So…don’t be sneaky…
I feel sneaky when I deny my true emotions and when I tell people that I am OK. This sneakiness makes me feel like a little kid, hiding a secret, withholding the important details. I do this to protect, I do this to keep everyone happy, yet I know I am a sneaky little nut!
He walked quietly, making sure she couldn’t hear him coming. He pitied them, really. They just sat there, applying their lipstick or smoothing their luscious auburn hair, right before he quietly wrapped his hands around their throats.
sneaky sneaky sneaky…. ummmm somethings sneaky, or know for being sneaky… is it a mouse? idk. meh. finals suck. FML!! F#E$ BOYS!!
Molly is acting strangely. She used to not go anywhere near anyone. I would have to coax her to let me pet her but lately, there is something going on. She keeps rubbing up against me and won’t leave me alone. I think she’s being sneaky about something. I just don’t know what it is.
sneakers are for sneaking, ed would always say. he only wore converse, conspicuously battered ones, to match his marxist beard and beady eyes. he read comic books exclusively and only listened to bands from scandinavia. he wanted us to write a manifesto.
we had known each other since early childhood. he had loved me ever since.
i was bad for him.
i still am.
It looked innocuous enough. Perfectly harmless. Just a change. An opportunity really. It all seems reasonable. They’re doing their best. Let’s just see how things go. It’s a workable solution. I’m here to help. Let me know if you need to discuss anything. I’d believe it all if I could but… Out of the frying pan into the fire more like it. Sneaky very sneaky.
So sneaky was the young boy that he could walk into a room and no one would see him. He was as see-through as air, and he knew he’d learn everything there was to know about her in his preferred state of being.
So you think you’re sneaking, eh? You think you can talk me into putting the gun to my head? you. are. wrong. my past will not dictate my future. i refuse to let those old ways control me any longer.
She wasn’t sneaky; her tip-toeing sounded more like lead boots. Still, he admired her attempts as she set up the surprise he was bound to find in the morning. Sure, he’d know Santa wasn’t real for years now, but his mom still thought otherwise. He was nine, but it made he happy – and really, what else mattered?
she was so sneaky. and she knew it, too. misty dug even further down into her bedding. they were trying to catch her, but she wouldn’t let them! up the tunnel, then back down, around the wheel, oh no, too fast. oops, she fell. and they caught her. guess she wasn’t sneaky enough. but that was okay. their hands were warm and cozy, anyway.
what a sneaky little rat. she crept into the living room while clara slept on new year’s eve. once the coast was clear, she called in the other rats and ordered them all to circle the sleeping girl and lift her out and into her dreams.
What sneaky little gal with that long old cigarette, and you would have never guessed that her match she finally met.
She tip toed down the corridor, unsure if this was right. Her breathing was heavy as she glanced around every corner, trying not to make a sound. The door creaked as she eased it open, but there was no other way out, it was too far for her to drop out of her window. She rushed into the cold night air and finally into his arms, hoping that the door closed silently behind her but she really didn’t hear.
There’s this boy that is sneaky. I had heard of him and his ridiculous nickname. Never actually had the pleasure of meeting him and sure as hell not smoking and drinking with him. He stood around the fire in that green sweatshirt and talked about the Occupy Movement. We smoked and drank together and when I interviewed him, I was shaking. He snuck into my line of vision the same way he snuck a kiss in my ear.
tomorrow, i must be sneaky.
because i live in a college dorm.
and i snuck in a cat.
and i have to get him home for the holiday break.
my obsessive cat lady problems are going to kill me one day.