Hidden. I hide all the comments on youtube that sound like something I would say and regret in real life, or have said and have regretted saying.
niggeramus
Hidden behind these walls I sit patiently awaiting the time wa
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its like having something out of sight. Not in place, not handy but placed somewhere where people can’t see it. Some people hide their fears, others hide their stregths. Suppose its the situation that dictates what you want to hide. But what’s the point of hiding something if everyone feels shame at one point.
javi
Does everyone have something hidden? does it all ever come out in the open? will the world always have elements of hidden mysteries? why do we hide thing and will they ever be found? can you help me found me? i lost myself
gracie
I’ve hidden many a quality of mine throughout the years and I usually feel ashamed when it I am indulging the bad habit. Most of this comes from the overwhelming fear of rejection I project upon others solely to control my environment which doesn’t really accomplish anything accept more rejection. Healthy right…?
Karl Fernstrom
hidden in the midst of our souls lies a young infant yearning to break free. hidden is the love for ones fellow man and hidden is his heart. find these, find these, for the love of god find these! The Earth will be as one. An organism consciouses of its own accord, rejoice in the bliss!
TW
In the middle of the desert, buried 2.5 meters under the sand, is a box. Oak. Stained dark and brushed with gold leaf around the edges. 10, 20 thousand. Easy. All we need to do is drive.
Zachary Mathew Scott
All I can think about is the prisoners address and hope my husband doesn’t find that or the Macys bill
Juli
hidden fields in my webpage
Mark Wong
something is under my bed. it’s there, and i love it when it’s there, but sometimes it is not there. in fact, it is not always under my bed, most of the time. sometimes it’s in my closet or my teddy bears. it’s something that makes me so happy it’s ridiculous. i can’t believe that i have a little now, it makes me so happy that it is scary. maybe love is something that i need to find, as well. I don’t know what it going on with the situation that i am currently in, and it scares me to be honest. I don’t want to be here.
x422DrEaDLocKeD
Nothing can possibly be hidden from me because I will destroy every obstacle in my way, goddamnit.
mrfb
sometimes, i feel that all of these words that are in the past are hidden. they only belong in my mind, or in my mouth.
they stick behind my teeth, and they never have sounds or noises. but they exist there, like a big elephant that never leaves the room.
a typical love story.
ex-love story.
an ex-story.
a story really.
hidden in the mind of one –
me.
Shesfelinica
hide and go seek… i go pee right before i hide, but with out fail i always have to pee as soon as i hide. the meaning to many of the things i do are hidden. i wonder why i still do them.
david rose
It was hidden far away, in the back of my mind. It took a lot more than i thought to bring it to the forfront, but it struck like a wrecking ball and left a mental scar like a bullet hole. She had said something to me that took so long for me to find again, because it had meant that much to me. At the time, at least.
danny_case
hurry, find it before it’s too…
then my best friend charlie died of a heart attack befor holding the hidden…
then i died.
Mic
It was hidden away in a cupboard behind the stairs so none but the most prying of eyes would look upon it.
It was important to him. He wasn’t sure why, but it was. It was connected to him in some strange way he couldn’t yet explain.
Why, then, did he hide it away? What was he afraid of? He didn’t even know what it was.
malcolm
Out in a bush, some kids hiding. Green grass. Consiled items. Smuggling maybe. Uhh. Yeah.
Brady
The fork was hidden under the napkin. He was going to complain, but then again, he had just puked on the red and white tiled floor. He sneezed and threw up at the same time, actually, but the lady was busy refilling the sugars so she didn’t notice. “How many of these fucking people know anything about customer service. Zero, probably. I’ve been here for four minutes and already puked twice and nobody has offered me anything to settle my stomach. ‘Pizza Butt’ is more like it.”
david neher
I was lost in the house for quite some time, hidden doors, abandon ally ways i could see out the freezing windows. This town lay dead silent. My heart beats.
carlos
Something that is not there. it is absent and unseen. Perhaps it is hidden accidentally, perhaps it was hidden on purpose. A malicious act. Sabotage. Hiding something from you.
John Burdett
“I can’t find the pickles. Yes, I know we bought them, but I can’t find them anywhere. Move the what? No, they aren’t in here. I’m telling you, I think we left it at the store… oh, wait. I found them.”
dillydallydani
out of sight out of mind, it’s crazy to think that theres so much we don’t see
like the time i tripped on a gold pocketwatch totally out of sight but a treasure none the less
this is why you should pity those who are binary, who only see black and white answers to everything.
Ronin Tetsuro
not again he thought, i’ve just done hidden, what is it with this website and the whole stumble thing? Effing computers, far cleverer than me,,,, ah well and to hell with the punctuation too
Jasp
hidden hidden terminatio, biological science, golden ratio, golden golden ratio……the end
Chameleon Jersey
i was hidden in a dark lightened cellar where i could stay all night but from a small window i could stare at the stars, wishing secretly that i could once reach the ouside. then i would turn facing the world.
seb
It was hidden in the top shelf in the attic. I didn’t know what it was at first. Even later I couldn’t tell you how to describe it. It was all I could do just to figure out how to feed the darn thing. I was very pleased when it turned out to be a vegetarian.
Cortland Budin
hidden is my soul, my life, my thoughts and my body. We are all hidden in some way, all keeping ourselves from being seen by the ones we love the most. Why is it we are less hidden and more open with complete strangers?
MainMor
everyone chooses to hide sometimes. many of us like to stay hidden. hidden behind our inner, truer, desires and thoughts and likes and dislikes. i like to hide.
rob gordon
My feelings are hidden. Hidden from the world. I fear that the people around me will not understand. My feeling are hidden. Hidden behind fake smiles. Hidden behind fake words. My feelings are hidden.
Danni Boshears
wrapping up inside myself the things that make me so afriad of who i could possibly be. i’m hidden within these layers of sarcasm and apathy. i care beyond what shows. i’m lost beyond these roads i’ve traveled too many times before. these masochistic moments of curling in, breaking down, tearing away these barriers
Absinthe
It’s out of the way, unknown to anyone. Scary. Where could it be? Why can’t I find it? Hidden. Hidden. Somewhere that guy put it and didn’t let me know where. I must find it or I’ll go crazy. Hidden secrets. Somewhere there’s a heaven where we find everything unknown, hidden from us. It’s scary. Is life hidden? Is the dog hidden? Have I hidden my brain?
Kathe
I am not hidden in a box, but I think that Georgie might be. I sure do hate boxes. Do you? Srsly.
Seth Morris
the hidden forest was left behind by the boy whi grew spet by step thinkin he would never live times like he just did.
the city was waiting for him, and god times to. beeing afraid was no wourthit
Bruno
and i broke my back against your hidden strings and wires. you moved as you were told. your joints shifted over bolted metal. i watched as your slacken doll face frowned. he lifted your head with a pull of his hands and your eyes opened.
dayna desastre
i hid a back pack in the middle of the hall because i got lost and while i got lost i met roger the rabit. so i asked him if i could borrow 5 dollers to get bacc home he slapped me then i hit him and he got knocced out so i just walked on and ran into spongebob…..turns out hes 6ay…so i just ran….boogyman was in my closet so i was like ayy party over here.
Jacc Bernhardt
life is hidden from us all, at least real life is. We all believe that what we see and experience is real but don’t be fooled by what is on the surface. Like an iceberg the real danger lies beneath
steve ames
it’s hidden in the forest of doom, late in the evening of Mahdsa. It glistens under the monnlight and sings quietly, calling all those who hear it to their deaths. The hidden thing has existed for centuries, millenia, and is sought by those who do not understand its power or influence. Adventurere after adventurer have fallen victim to its cries, but one will succeed.
sbz
my soul, myself. i am hidden from the world, or atleast from you, you have no place in here, i will remain hidden, from your sight as well as everyone elses. i am lifeless as something never seen in motion, hidden, from this world, from you, from everything that means anything. i am an optical illusion, a bending of mirrors, merely a pebble behind a rock.
Lyle Holdsworth
Mark was hidden under his grandfather’s rocking chair. “Gee,” he thought, “I hope grandpa doesn’t see me hiding down under here.” He curled his thin frame into as small a ball as possible and waited for his grandfather to enter the room.
“Also, this girl names her characters Mark too often,” Mark added.
LHG
I felt my heart hidden in a field
of yellow flowers
so visible yet utterly unseen
the strange world turns
and against the field the sky turns
to orange. My little heart
Hidden. I hide all the comments on youtube that sound like something I would say and regret in real life, or have said and have regretted saying.
Hidden behind these walls I sit patiently awaiting the time wa
its like having something out of sight. Not in place, not handy but placed somewhere where people can’t see it. Some people hide their fears, others hide their stregths. Suppose its the situation that dictates what you want to hide. But what’s the point of hiding something if everyone feels shame at one point.
Does everyone have something hidden? does it all ever come out in the open? will the world always have elements of hidden mysteries? why do we hide thing and will they ever be found? can you help me found me? i lost myself
I’ve hidden many a quality of mine throughout the years and I usually feel ashamed when it I am indulging the bad habit. Most of this comes from the overwhelming fear of rejection I project upon others solely to control my environment which doesn’t really accomplish anything accept more rejection. Healthy right…?
hidden in the midst of our souls lies a young infant yearning to break free. hidden is the love for ones fellow man and hidden is his heart. find these, find these, for the love of god find these! The Earth will be as one. An organism consciouses of its own accord, rejoice in the bliss!
In the middle of the desert, buried 2.5 meters under the sand, is a box. Oak. Stained dark and brushed with gold leaf around the edges. 10, 20 thousand. Easy. All we need to do is drive.
All I can think about is the prisoners address and hope my husband doesn’t find that or the Macys bill
hidden fields in my webpage
something is under my bed. it’s there, and i love it when it’s there, but sometimes it is not there. in fact, it is not always under my bed, most of the time. sometimes it’s in my closet or my teddy bears. it’s something that makes me so happy it’s ridiculous. i can’t believe that i have a little now, it makes me so happy that it is scary. maybe love is something that i need to find, as well. I don’t know what it going on with the situation that i am currently in, and it scares me to be honest. I don’t want to be here.
Nothing can possibly be hidden from me because I will destroy every obstacle in my way, goddamnit.
sometimes, i feel that all of these words that are in the past are hidden. they only belong in my mind, or in my mouth.
they stick behind my teeth, and they never have sounds or noises. but they exist there, like a big elephant that never leaves the room.
a typical love story.
ex-love story.
an ex-story.
a story really.
hidden in the mind of one –
me.
hide and go seek… i go pee right before i hide, but with out fail i always have to pee as soon as i hide. the meaning to many of the things i do are hidden. i wonder why i still do them.
It was hidden far away, in the back of my mind. It took a lot more than i thought to bring it to the forfront, but it struck like a wrecking ball and left a mental scar like a bullet hole. She had said something to me that took so long for me to find again, because it had meant that much to me. At the time, at least.
hurry, find it before it’s too…
then my best friend charlie died of a heart attack befor holding the hidden…
then i died.
It was hidden away in a cupboard behind the stairs so none but the most prying of eyes would look upon it.
It was important to him. He wasn’t sure why, but it was. It was connected to him in some strange way he couldn’t yet explain.
Why, then, did he hide it away? What was he afraid of? He didn’t even know what it was.
Out in a bush, some kids hiding. Green grass. Consiled items. Smuggling maybe. Uhh. Yeah.
The fork was hidden under the napkin. He was going to complain, but then again, he had just puked on the red and white tiled floor. He sneezed and threw up at the same time, actually, but the lady was busy refilling the sugars so she didn’t notice. “How many of these fucking people know anything about customer service. Zero, probably. I’ve been here for four minutes and already puked twice and nobody has offered me anything to settle my stomach. ‘Pizza Butt’ is more like it.”
I was lost in the house for quite some time, hidden doors, abandon ally ways i could see out the freezing windows. This town lay dead silent. My heart beats.
Something that is not there. it is absent and unseen. Perhaps it is hidden accidentally, perhaps it was hidden on purpose. A malicious act. Sabotage. Hiding something from you.
“I can’t find the pickles. Yes, I know we bought them, but I can’t find them anywhere. Move the what? No, they aren’t in here. I’m telling you, I think we left it at the store… oh, wait. I found them.”
out of sight out of mind, it’s crazy to think that theres so much we don’t see
like the time i tripped on a gold pocketwatch totally out of sight but a treasure none the less
this is why you should pity those who are binary, who only see black and white answers to everything.
not again he thought, i’ve just done hidden, what is it with this website and the whole stumble thing? Effing computers, far cleverer than me,,,, ah well and to hell with the punctuation too
hidden hidden terminatio, biological science, golden ratio, golden golden ratio……the end
i was hidden in a dark lightened cellar where i could stay all night but from a small window i could stare at the stars, wishing secretly that i could once reach the ouside. then i would turn facing the world.
It was hidden in the top shelf in the attic. I didn’t know what it was at first. Even later I couldn’t tell you how to describe it. It was all I could do just to figure out how to feed the darn thing. I was very pleased when it turned out to be a vegetarian.
hidden is my soul, my life, my thoughts and my body. We are all hidden in some way, all keeping ourselves from being seen by the ones we love the most. Why is it we are less hidden and more open with complete strangers?
everyone chooses to hide sometimes. many of us like to stay hidden. hidden behind our inner, truer, desires and thoughts and likes and dislikes. i like to hide.
My feelings are hidden. Hidden from the world. I fear that the people around me will not understand. My feeling are hidden. Hidden behind fake smiles. Hidden behind fake words. My feelings are hidden.
wrapping up inside myself the things that make me so afriad of who i could possibly be. i’m hidden within these layers of sarcasm and apathy. i care beyond what shows. i’m lost beyond these roads i’ve traveled too many times before. these masochistic moments of curling in, breaking down, tearing away these barriers
It’s out of the way, unknown to anyone. Scary. Where could it be? Why can’t I find it? Hidden. Hidden. Somewhere that guy put it and didn’t let me know where. I must find it or I’ll go crazy. Hidden secrets. Somewhere there’s a heaven where we find everything unknown, hidden from us. It’s scary. Is life hidden? Is the dog hidden? Have I hidden my brain?
I am not hidden in a box, but I think that Georgie might be. I sure do hate boxes. Do you? Srsly.
the hidden forest was left behind by the boy whi grew spet by step thinkin he would never live times like he just did.
the city was waiting for him, and god times to. beeing afraid was no wourthit
and i broke my back against your hidden strings and wires. you moved as you were told. your joints shifted over bolted metal. i watched as your slacken doll face frowned. he lifted your head with a pull of his hands and your eyes opened.
i hid a back pack in the middle of the hall because i got lost and while i got lost i met roger the rabit. so i asked him if i could borrow 5 dollers to get bacc home he slapped me then i hit him and he got knocced out so i just walked on and ran into spongebob…..turns out hes 6ay…so i just ran….boogyman was in my closet so i was like ayy party over here.
life is hidden from us all, at least real life is. We all believe that what we see and experience is real but don’t be fooled by what is on the surface. Like an iceberg the real danger lies beneath
it’s hidden in the forest of doom, late in the evening of Mahdsa. It glistens under the monnlight and sings quietly, calling all those who hear it to their deaths. The hidden thing has existed for centuries, millenia, and is sought by those who do not understand its power or influence. Adventurere after adventurer have fallen victim to its cries, but one will succeed.
my soul, myself. i am hidden from the world, or atleast from you, you have no place in here, i will remain hidden, from your sight as well as everyone elses. i am lifeless as something never seen in motion, hidden, from this world, from you, from everything that means anything. i am an optical illusion, a bending of mirrors, merely a pebble behind a rock.
Mark was hidden under his grandfather’s rocking chair. “Gee,” he thought, “I hope grandpa doesn’t see me hiding down under here.” He curled his thin frame into as small a ball as possible and waited for his grandfather to enter the room.
“Also, this girl names her characters Mark too often,” Mark added.
I felt my heart hidden in a field
of yellow flowers
so visible yet utterly unseen
the strange world turns
and against the field the sky turns
to orange. My little heart
beats and burns the yellow gray