It was hidden in plain sight. She knew that. She had put it there keeping it secret and safe. She didn’t want to think about it because she knew how dangerous it would be. She knew how thoughts like that made her heart palpitate and her hands sweat. She knew that it could destroy her.
Elizabeth
is a place you cannot see, system you think you understand, feelings that no one can tell, not even you sometimes, mountains and springs and grass that is always green and fresh but you can never reach it. because you live in a city that has concrete and skyscrapers, but no grass. I am hidden.
sdfdfsdf
His labratory was hidden, buried underground in the basement. There he spent his time with his moon lined moths, studying their pale gray wings and softly thudding bodies. He kept them locked up there, and one night, she came to set them free. But they committed suicide before her eyes, their wings burning upon her lips, brusing her with silence.
Ashley
hidden.
away.
the shadows…
safe from view.
i am nothing. oblivion.
take me away
form the torment
of existence.
hide me.
make me.
hidden.
so nothing can
hurt me.
lance ziacha
hidden. It means to be not seen by anyone or anything. injas are very good at staying hidden which is why they make the best assassins. Many things in nature such as chameleons and some bugs can use camouflage to hide amongst the foliage and the nature around them, thus making them hidden to the predators that may attack them.
Josh Sherman
Well i like hidden treasures. Almost all the good things and good advices are hidden from everyone. You have to work your way to unhide them and then get the good ones.
Sanket
Your hidden smile
Was just revealed to me
And now I feel as if my world has lit up
With the promise of your love
You understand me
And we can be true to ourselves when we are together
What we have is special
And I wish we didn’t have to keep it hidden
From the world
Sophie
You were hidden from me the whole time. In the smoky darkness too murky for me to see into. The blackness has weight. Thick. You are lost in it. I would look for you but I am too scared. I might be swallowed whole searching for you.
Natalie
I often feel hidden from the world. I suppose it’s because I choose to hide myself. It’s just easier that way. If noone knows you they can’t hurt you. Except they still can. I wish I knew how to come out of hiding. But i’ve hidden myself so well that I don’t even know where I am anymore.
Caroline
So many of us hide behind our true selves. Some afraid to let on who they really are; some choosing not to because not even they can stand who they are. Why is it that in our society, with all its advancements, we still feel that we cannot be our true selves. So many of us are still in search of who that even is, many feeling lost the majority of the time. But why?
Jen M
Invisible is the way I would want to be if I were a super hero. that is certainly the power I would desire. I could hide in plain sight and no criminal could hide from me! Oh how glorious that would be.
Raymond
everyone hides. and to be hidden is no fun. you cannot laugh openly, you cannot dance wildly. you cannot make a noise. so don’t be hidden any longer. live for once in your life.
alexabee
In every person is a secret, hidden from everyone. Most will never give up their secret, under any circumstance. The funny thing is most of us share the same secrets, we just don’t talk about them.
Paulie
I always tought that there was a magical world in some place neer by, or maybe that i could create a magical world of my own. Be a great king and fight great battles, somewhere in myself i have a a great man, with great aspirations.
abarro
As I clicked the stumble button on my toolbar, I wondered what interesting website would come about this time. I still have no earthly idea what I am typing about, or supposed to be typing about rather, so I will just type abou the thoughts that pass through my head. I am typing this while simultaneously watching Kevin, the foreign exchanged student play the gutair on Rock Band. He is playing the famous Metallica song, “Enter Sandman.” I believe he is playhing on the easy level, although he is doing quite well. The fact that he plays guitar back in Germany may help him with this oh so popular game. I thought I only had to type for one minute, and it feels as though I have been rambling on and on about my random thoughts for minutes upon minutes now, but honestly I don’t mind. I feel that typing, or writing in general, does not do a person a bit of harm, despite what the writer may be writing about. Currently I am wondering why this website wishes to have my name and email address… At least they claim that they will refrain from spamming me, which is the most annoying thing in the world to check your email only to discover that you have hundreds of unread messages. In my case, messages from the “lonely wives dating community,” which is indeed exactly what it sounds like. Well, I am about to finish typing this nonsense, and give you my personal information in hopes that it is not taken advantage of. Good day.
Joe Abernethy
Hidden below the surface was the typical way to start her thought but the day was anything but typical. Far away she heard her father behind the prison walls and she could barely surface herself beyond the painful expletives that choked out the beauty she longed to write. It was hard to think or to construct
Laura
The hidden truth is that everything is wrong. There is not a single human concept that we can say that it is really true. Life sometimes seems to be predictable but it is not.
Enrique Reynaud
IN THE VILLAGE, THERE IS A HIDDEN TREASURE. IT IS LOCATED UNDER THE LARGE OAK TREE NEAR THE LIBRARY. IT IS RUMORED THAT IN THE HIDDEN TREASURE CHEST THAT THERE IS UNTOLD SECRETS OF HOW THE WORLD BEGAN.
NO ONE CAN FIND THE HIDDEN TREASURE WITH OUT THE KEY AND SO FAR, WE HAVE NOT FOUND ANY KEYS
CC
A movie i saw a few years ago. It was scary. I could not sleep for days. But i have to say that I’ve allways been afraid of the dark, and scary movies doesn’t help…
Martebi
I was hidden in the brush. At least I thought I was. Observing them from a safe distance I watched as they fought, laughed, and sat around. I wondered what made them tick. How could they be so mean?
Then up from behind he hit me. They were just a distraction.
Jon
behind something – from view – obfuscation – meaning? image? what is hidden, exactly? God? the truth? vision?
MBM
You can run but you can’t hide. Even though out of sight, I can still read your mind.
nour
Breakfast, the meal of champions. The trigger to a world of the unseen. Eat every scrap you’re given because you never know when you’ll fall on hard times. It’s an ironic world we live in. Fall down, but always get back up.
Cecil Baird
I’ve hidden the body!
emzi
I looked everywhere. Under the stairs, in the cupboard, under the bed. I even checked the shed in the backyard.
I just couldn’t remember where I had put the severed head. The body was in the living room, propped up in the armchair. I was so out of it, I remember thinking “the head will be safe there”, but I forget where that was.
Lol. PCP makes me forgetful.
P Acifist
Being hidden away is sometimes good, sometimes not. Hidden can be a state of mind or a way to dissapear. I like being hidden from my kids at times. I times I want to be hidden from the world
Deborah
Massive brick walls and jagged boulders skew my view of you. Frigid, musty shadows engulf me. Moisture molecules escape my stinted breath, made visible in this vacuum of humanity.
Tina
there are hidden agenda for different people. Often people will try to hide things, but TIME, will always unhide those very hidden things
Johnny
my time here is hidden, secreted away into memories and pockets that others do not see. I keep it to myself, my time here, relishing your hand on my back.
kaitlyn sage
hidden in the dark there is a secret that no one knows.
will you still love me tomorrow
Yesterday I realised something special that has been hidden in my mind for very long. I love him, I love my friend so much that I break down everytime he goes away for more than a few days.
ML
Anything that is not visible is hidden,There is a hidden side for everything that we see .
jithin
out of view , not visible , unseen , masked , not revealed , left out , not made known , whisked away ,
Cally Rao
Beyond my image is a hidden display of shyness…
I hate to see the disgrace and fallen smile become nothing more than a blank stare my shadow lives and reality hides as we fall into a darkened tomorrow.
Melissa Grazer
very good i think lalallala hey hey wazzaapppp
Skitidedu!
there was a boy, hidden in a closet. noone knew where he was but everyone looked for him. He was trying to hide, to get away from the people that interfeared there family dinner last night. They said they would come and get him
Celeste Groenewald
I was hidden from view.
Away from her.
I knew she’d eventually find me.
but I also knew I didn’t want her to find me now.
Not now of all days.
Why couldn’t she just wait till I found it.
She could finish me off then.
Salma
I’m blanking. All my thoughts, hidden behind this white wall in my mind. Everything that should be coming forward is hiding behind this monolithic white mass. Nothing.
Davii
It was hidden within a small caption in the mountainside – a large, robust box. I tried hard as hell to get it, and finally I made it. I tried hard as hell to get it open, but so far I have yet to succeed.
Mathias Hellsten
Deep in the forest, nothing can be seen unless the searcher knows what he or she is looking for. Among the leaves of the tallest oak in the middle of the densest grove of trees lies what the villagers in the little town of Avren had searched for for over 400 years, but no one would discover it for about 20 more minutes…
It was hidden in plain sight. She knew that. She had put it there keeping it secret and safe. She didn’t want to think about it because she knew how dangerous it would be. She knew how thoughts like that made her heart palpitate and her hands sweat. She knew that it could destroy her.
is a place you cannot see, system you think you understand, feelings that no one can tell, not even you sometimes, mountains and springs and grass that is always green and fresh but you can never reach it. because you live in a city that has concrete and skyscrapers, but no grass. I am hidden.
His labratory was hidden, buried underground in the basement. There he spent his time with his moon lined moths, studying their pale gray wings and softly thudding bodies. He kept them locked up there, and one night, she came to set them free. But they committed suicide before her eyes, their wings burning upon her lips, brusing her with silence.
hidden.
away.
the shadows…
safe from view.
i am nothing. oblivion.
take me away
form the torment
of existence.
hide me.
make me.
hidden.
so nothing can
hurt me.
hidden. It means to be not seen by anyone or anything. injas are very good at staying hidden which is why they make the best assassins. Many things in nature such as chameleons and some bugs can use camouflage to hide amongst the foliage and the nature around them, thus making them hidden to the predators that may attack them.
Well i like hidden treasures. Almost all the good things and good advices are hidden from everyone. You have to work your way to unhide them and then get the good ones.
Your hidden smile
Was just revealed to me
And now I feel as if my world has lit up
With the promise of your love
You understand me
And we can be true to ourselves when we are together
What we have is special
And I wish we didn’t have to keep it hidden
From the world
You were hidden from me the whole time. In the smoky darkness too murky for me to see into. The blackness has weight. Thick. You are lost in it. I would look for you but I am too scared. I might be swallowed whole searching for you.
I often feel hidden from the world. I suppose it’s because I choose to hide myself. It’s just easier that way. If noone knows you they can’t hurt you. Except they still can. I wish I knew how to come out of hiding. But i’ve hidden myself so well that I don’t even know where I am anymore.
So many of us hide behind our true selves. Some afraid to let on who they really are; some choosing not to because not even they can stand who they are. Why is it that in our society, with all its advancements, we still feel that we cannot be our true selves. So many of us are still in search of who that even is, many feeling lost the majority of the time. But why?
Invisible is the way I would want to be if I were a super hero. that is certainly the power I would desire. I could hide in plain sight and no criminal could hide from me! Oh how glorious that would be.
everyone hides. and to be hidden is no fun. you cannot laugh openly, you cannot dance wildly. you cannot make a noise. so don’t be hidden any longer. live for once in your life.
In every person is a secret, hidden from everyone. Most will never give up their secret, under any circumstance. The funny thing is most of us share the same secrets, we just don’t talk about them.
I always tought that there was a magical world in some place neer by, or maybe that i could create a magical world of my own. Be a great king and fight great battles, somewhere in myself i have a a great man, with great aspirations.
As I clicked the stumble button on my toolbar, I wondered what interesting website would come about this time. I still have no earthly idea what I am typing about, or supposed to be typing about rather, so I will just type abou the thoughts that pass through my head. I am typing this while simultaneously watching Kevin, the foreign exchanged student play the gutair on Rock Band. He is playing the famous Metallica song, “Enter Sandman.” I believe he is playhing on the easy level, although he is doing quite well. The fact that he plays guitar back in Germany may help him with this oh so popular game. I thought I only had to type for one minute, and it feels as though I have been rambling on and on about my random thoughts for minutes upon minutes now, but honestly I don’t mind. I feel that typing, or writing in general, does not do a person a bit of harm, despite what the writer may be writing about. Currently I am wondering why this website wishes to have my name and email address… At least they claim that they will refrain from spamming me, which is the most annoying thing in the world to check your email only to discover that you have hundreds of unread messages. In my case, messages from the “lonely wives dating community,” which is indeed exactly what it sounds like. Well, I am about to finish typing this nonsense, and give you my personal information in hopes that it is not taken advantage of. Good day.
Hidden below the surface was the typical way to start her thought but the day was anything but typical. Far away she heard her father behind the prison walls and she could barely surface herself beyond the painful expletives that choked out the beauty she longed to write. It was hard to think or to construct
The hidden truth is that everything is wrong. There is not a single human concept that we can say that it is really true. Life sometimes seems to be predictable but it is not.
IN THE VILLAGE, THERE IS A HIDDEN TREASURE. IT IS LOCATED UNDER THE LARGE OAK TREE NEAR THE LIBRARY. IT IS RUMORED THAT IN THE HIDDEN TREASURE CHEST THAT THERE IS UNTOLD SECRETS OF HOW THE WORLD BEGAN.
NO ONE CAN FIND THE HIDDEN TREASURE WITH OUT THE KEY AND SO FAR, WE HAVE NOT FOUND ANY KEYS
A movie i saw a few years ago. It was scary. I could not sleep for days. But i have to say that I’ve allways been afraid of the dark, and scary movies doesn’t help…
I was hidden in the brush. At least I thought I was. Observing them from a safe distance I watched as they fought, laughed, and sat around. I wondered what made them tick. How could they be so mean?
Then up from behind he hit me. They were just a distraction.
behind something – from view – obfuscation – meaning? image? what is hidden, exactly? God? the truth? vision?
You can run but you can’t hide. Even though out of sight, I can still read your mind.
Breakfast, the meal of champions. The trigger to a world of the unseen. Eat every scrap you’re given because you never know when you’ll fall on hard times. It’s an ironic world we live in. Fall down, but always get back up.
I’ve hidden the body!
I looked everywhere. Under the stairs, in the cupboard, under the bed. I even checked the shed in the backyard.
I just couldn’t remember where I had put the severed head. The body was in the living room, propped up in the armchair. I was so out of it, I remember thinking “the head will be safe there”, but I forget where that was.
Lol. PCP makes me forgetful.
Being hidden away is sometimes good, sometimes not. Hidden can be a state of mind or a way to dissapear. I like being hidden from my kids at times. I times I want to be hidden from the world
Massive brick walls and jagged boulders skew my view of you. Frigid, musty shadows engulf me. Moisture molecules escape my stinted breath, made visible in this vacuum of humanity.
there are hidden agenda for different people. Often people will try to hide things, but TIME, will always unhide those very hidden things
my time here is hidden, secreted away into memories and pockets that others do not see. I keep it to myself, my time here, relishing your hand on my back.
hidden in the dark there is a secret that no one knows.
Yesterday I realised something special that has been hidden in my mind for very long. I love him, I love my friend so much that I break down everytime he goes away for more than a few days.
Anything that is not visible is hidden,There is a hidden side for everything that we see .
out of view , not visible , unseen , masked , not revealed , left out , not made known , whisked away ,
Beyond my image is a hidden display of shyness…
I hate to see the disgrace and fallen smile become nothing more than a blank stare my shadow lives and reality hides as we fall into a darkened tomorrow.
very good i think lalallala hey hey wazzaapppp
there was a boy, hidden in a closet. noone knew where he was but everyone looked for him. He was trying to hide, to get away from the people that interfeared there family dinner last night. They said they would come and get him
I was hidden from view.
Away from her.
I knew she’d eventually find me.
but I also knew I didn’t want her to find me now.
Not now of all days.
Why couldn’t she just wait till I found it.
She could finish me off then.
I’m blanking. All my thoughts, hidden behind this white wall in my mind. Everything that should be coming forward is hiding behind this monolithic white mass. Nothing.
It was hidden within a small caption in the mountainside – a large, robust box. I tried hard as hell to get it, and finally I made it. I tried hard as hell to get it open, but so far I have yet to succeed.
Deep in the forest, nothing can be seen unless the searcher knows what he or she is looking for. Among the leaves of the tallest oak in the middle of the densest grove of trees lies what the villagers in the little town of Avren had searched for for over 400 years, but no one would discover it for about 20 more minutes…