i’m hiding, away from everyone. secure in my solitude. no reason to care about what you think. no reason for sharp objects when nothing matters. alone and free. safe.
azar
Oh, hard one… There are so many things we don’t see, and yet, they lay right in front of us… Makes you think about how you’re spending your time… If you spent some time researching about the things you like, would you have enough time to do all of them?
That’s what this word makes me think about.
Trancos
of all the places they had been, and all the things they had seen, the crow would never have thought it would have been there– the undertow had pulled the little boat along, and he and his friend were watching first the water, then their reflection in the water, and then the fish, beyond them, in the water– no he never would have thought it had been hidden there.
the bee
behind a tree, in a box, behind a smile, in a gesture. Away from sight but also away from comprehension, hidden is a multifaceted word. It can mean in the dark, but it can also mean ri
yaz
everyone in the world has something that is, or wants to be hidden. Sometimes it will be hidden forever, but alot of the time, unfortunate for most. They are found.
Christopher Wells
always..in me..not for noone..i hide, cause i nead..cause ist my fate..hide and run away..so come and find me, if you can..
lustimus
closet dark obsucure intentions feelings face mask agendas goals feelings emotions fear sucess money wealth. Why do we hide things ? who are we hiding it from.. ourselves. Others . Others that matter. Everyone. Light surface.
Fdogs
I have a hidden apple. This hidden thing is riducoulous. I actually have a hidden motive for writing this. Mike Hwang is a hidden creeper. I don’t know what is hidden from my view and what is not hidden from my view. When do i stop writing about the word hidden? Is there some hidden
bryan postelnek
The motive of the many men standing in the room was hidden. They did not know what fate await them, but they all were determined to accomplish their goal. The doors bust open, and the alarm blares in their ears. They all rush out and they feel the sand between their toes. D-Day has begun.
Dennis Chu
Can’t see it.
Damnit, and we were so close. Time for us to move back into real society, slate wiped clean. And Now it’s gone. It’s taken away from us.
And it’s that bastard colonel’s fault.
We coulda made it.
Odi
Her smile was barely perceptible beneath the layers of polite politics and broken dreams, encased by red curls and a gentle tired expression.
Isha
Theres a part of my heart
Hidden down.
Protected and safe from everything.
Or so I thought.
Now I’m with you and it seems like everyday this little hidden part is getting closer and closer to shattering. Thats why I’m so scared of you now. Thats why my temper is short and I say rediculous things about you not loving me. Because its easier than getting my heart destroyed again.
I’m trying to protect my hidden part, I’m sorry.
Charlene
in a box i sit and wait for my life to start or to to finish I love life and everything about it I love longing for a person who Iamy never have I love my mother and the things she has taught me I love myself for having enohg courage to levae everything I know behind and start something fresh
karli MacIntosh
secret forests with tiny faeries hidden beneath petals of violette conceal the secret of a world lost to modern society. laughter, relaxation, love, hidden within nature that we pave over for our gas guzzling chariots to cart us around.
Taylor Moore
i was hidden
i was hidden… until he opened the door of the closet
but he didnt tell them that he’d found me
he stepped in
closed the door
sat down
and rested his head on my shoulder
we hid together.
once
our path was hidden from those who saught us
to do us harm
well trodden to those who knew it
but yet again camoflagued
Jorro
obscure in the darkness you make out an image of a person. dark and subtle. it sits clandestine. she moves slowly towards you. you know its a girl because even in the shadows you see hair flowing out behind her in an array or loveliness only the moon behind her can show. her face is covered by a black veil of nothing.
Sarah Michelle
everything not seen is hidden like the mytery of life and the essence of woman. like the secret of why i cant get a raise and why am i writing this the answer to life of now and then is a hidden mystery. i wish things were not hidden and that we dont have to do mmuch more withing
zahied
I was sitting in a hidden eden, one that only I knew about, making it the perfect escape from the treacherous world I live in. You see, living on the getto is bad enough, but when the getto is located within a shot-ridden neighborhood like the one I live in, it’s downright dangerous.
Elvis
come back i miss you
rb
the word hidden is a good word to see at the top of the page. It would be even more appropriate if it was not visible, but, rather, hidden, but then it would be hard to write about because there wouldn’t be a word to see. So, to have the word hidden hidden at the top of the page and still allow the writer to write, time is up !!!!!
jojo
The glass bottle was hidden under the china cabinet. Edda had been searching for it all day. She had wanted to put the lady bugs she had spent all morning capturing in it and thus be able to keep them forever. She wanted to give them to her daughter one day because she felt that by the time she had children, there would be no more lady bugs.
Katelyn Noland
In the darkness it is there. You can’t see it. You fear it but know it is not there to harm you. It peers out from the shadows. You see the eyes ablaze and know what is about to happen.
Brandon Baer
Walking through ruined streets my weapon loaded my senses alert, hajji is hiding somewhere. Suddenly the krack of AK fire my buddy to the left drops shot though the neck I run to a wall and return fire buildings crumble the world explodes im hit…
Fares
I’m leaving home; I hav to hide, to get hidden. I enter the forest which is behind my house and I run and I look for a tree as big as my mother’s belly. I have to get lost and not found. Hidden
ele
lots of things are hidden, we don’t know where they are ….or what they are, or why. Is it meant to be that we will never know? I think so. Hidden things make the world go around, they keep dreams alive & hope flying in the wind. without hidden things, would we have no dreams? nothing to strive for nothing to search for. Hidden things are the centre of our hpes & dreams.
Jaspa
leaving trails of food for the unsuspecting mouse, it ate and happily walked towards its death.
tim maguire
hidden… i wish. hidden sounds so safe and wonderful, so calm and serene. I wish i could hide, and hidden just makes me want to get into the car and drive. i just want to jump into the ocean so i can rememeber im smaller than a poppy seed inside a great big bowl
Summer Sleight
away in the trees there was a forest of gnomes who filled the childrens lives with joy. flowers bloomed & there were butterflies everywhere. through the ivy covered gate,she waled with a basket to pick fresh ripe strawberries.
american baby
one time i was hidden under my brothers bed because he just came home. I was only about 5 or 6 years old and I guess I was just playing around. When I realized he didn’t even know I was hiding, I crawled out from under the bed and hit my head. I still have the scar and I am 18. I remember that day so clearly.
Michael Shpunt
I was hiding at the bototm of the stairs, i’m not sure why i just had a feeling someone was there… watching me. I had a feeling and i knew that i was hiding from someone who in turn was hiding something from me.
everything in my world was hidden, me, the object, the people, the feelings.
I am hidden.
Matt Parish
once things are hidden, they are ready to be found. Sitting there, waiting, for anyone, just anyone to come and stumble across them. But then there are the seekers. Those you long to find those that are hidden. The seekers can often be hiding themselves, but in order to draw attention away, they become seekers. Leave things, hidden.
Devin Lucas
Ok, so there are hidden things, like inside your heart. And then there are things that are hidden from your own thoughts; things that you try not to admit to yourself. No one knows these things but you, and sometimes even you don’t know.
Lili
Hidden. What did it mean? Did it mean he couldn’t see me? Did it mean he was gone? Or that I was? I didn’t exist. If I couldn’t see him he couldn’t see me, right? Like when we were kids? What if he found me. Oh, god, what if he found me? I can hear him breathing. I just won’t breathe.
Shawna
hidden secrets
hidden lies
what you tell me
with your eyes
is not what your mouth says
to everyone else.
why does it happen that way
once
in younger days
things were better
ashlbo
I am a hidden man, no one can see me. I go through the shadows like a stealthy cat, a cat ready to pounce. No one ever sees me coming, but by the time they do, it is too late. Too late for them to apologize for the sins they have commited and for the things they have said, for the the things they wish they did with their son, the things they wish they could do, the things they wish they could do.
sam marshalik
Hidden in a small box at the edge of the woods, I found it. Gleaming in the sunlight she danced in hidden realms and worlds filled with globes of ambiance. I can feel no emotion when with you, hearts beating and cows playing with sea otters. Hidden away are we.
MrStabby
STOP GIVING ME HIDDEN!
HIDDEN
And every time we touch I get this feeling and every time we kiss I swear I’m alive. Hidden.
Muh Baols
i was in a bucket hidden in away from everything and everyone, i do not know how this happens but it just did. pretty fucking crazy i think so i guess the word is hidden wtf am i writing about this has nothing to do with the word… anyways. i dont know but yeah i guess im almost out of time i ill say good bye to all of you
i’m hiding, away from everyone. secure in my solitude. no reason to care about what you think. no reason for sharp objects when nothing matters. alone and free. safe.
Oh, hard one… There are so many things we don’t see, and yet, they lay right in front of us… Makes you think about how you’re spending your time… If you spent some time researching about the things you like, would you have enough time to do all of them?
That’s what this word makes me think about.
of all the places they had been, and all the things they had seen, the crow would never have thought it would have been there– the undertow had pulled the little boat along, and he and his friend were watching first the water, then their reflection in the water, and then the fish, beyond them, in the water– no he never would have thought it had been hidden there.
behind a tree, in a box, behind a smile, in a gesture. Away from sight but also away from comprehension, hidden is a multifaceted word. It can mean in the dark, but it can also mean ri
everyone in the world has something that is, or wants to be hidden. Sometimes it will be hidden forever, but alot of the time, unfortunate for most. They are found.
always..in me..not for noone..i hide, cause i nead..cause ist my fate..hide and run away..so come and find me, if you can..
closet dark obsucure intentions feelings face mask agendas goals feelings emotions fear sucess money wealth. Why do we hide things ? who are we hiding it from.. ourselves. Others . Others that matter. Everyone. Light surface.
I have a hidden apple. This hidden thing is riducoulous. I actually have a hidden motive for writing this. Mike Hwang is a hidden creeper. I don’t know what is hidden from my view and what is not hidden from my view. When do i stop writing about the word hidden? Is there some hidden
The motive of the many men standing in the room was hidden. They did not know what fate await them, but they all were determined to accomplish their goal. The doors bust open, and the alarm blares in their ears. They all rush out and they feel the sand between their toes. D-Day has begun.
Can’t see it.
Damnit, and we were so close. Time for us to move back into real society, slate wiped clean. And Now it’s gone. It’s taken away from us.
And it’s that bastard colonel’s fault.
We coulda made it.
Her smile was barely perceptible beneath the layers of polite politics and broken dreams, encased by red curls and a gentle tired expression.
Theres a part of my heart
Hidden down.
Protected and safe from everything.
Or so I thought.
Now I’m with you and it seems like everyday this little hidden part is getting closer and closer to shattering. Thats why I’m so scared of you now. Thats why my temper is short and I say rediculous things about you not loving me. Because its easier than getting my heart destroyed again.
I’m trying to protect my hidden part, I’m sorry.
in a box i sit and wait for my life to start or to to finish I love life and everything about it I love longing for a person who Iamy never have I love my mother and the things she has taught me I love myself for having enohg courage to levae everything I know behind and start something fresh
secret forests with tiny faeries hidden beneath petals of violette conceal the secret of a world lost to modern society. laughter, relaxation, love, hidden within nature that we pave over for our gas guzzling chariots to cart us around.
i was hidden
i was hidden… until he opened the door of the closet
but he didnt tell them that he’d found me
he stepped in
closed the door
sat down
and rested his head on my shoulder
we hid together.
our path was hidden from those who saught us
to do us harm
well trodden to those who knew it
but yet again camoflagued
obscure in the darkness you make out an image of a person. dark and subtle. it sits clandestine. she moves slowly towards you. you know its a girl because even in the shadows you see hair flowing out behind her in an array or loveliness only the moon behind her can show. her face is covered by a black veil of nothing.
everything not seen is hidden like the mytery of life and the essence of woman. like the secret of why i cant get a raise and why am i writing this the answer to life of now and then is a hidden mystery. i wish things were not hidden and that we dont have to do mmuch more withing
I was sitting in a hidden eden, one that only I knew about, making it the perfect escape from the treacherous world I live in. You see, living on the getto is bad enough, but when the getto is located within a shot-ridden neighborhood like the one I live in, it’s downright dangerous.
come back i miss you
the word hidden is a good word to see at the top of the page. It would be even more appropriate if it was not visible, but, rather, hidden, but then it would be hard to write about because there wouldn’t be a word to see. So, to have the word hidden hidden at the top of the page and still allow the writer to write, time is up !!!!!
The glass bottle was hidden under the china cabinet. Edda had been searching for it all day. She had wanted to put the lady bugs she had spent all morning capturing in it and thus be able to keep them forever. She wanted to give them to her daughter one day because she felt that by the time she had children, there would be no more lady bugs.
In the darkness it is there. You can’t see it. You fear it but know it is not there to harm you. It peers out from the shadows. You see the eyes ablaze and know what is about to happen.
Walking through ruined streets my weapon loaded my senses alert, hajji is hiding somewhere. Suddenly the krack of AK fire my buddy to the left drops shot though the neck I run to a wall and return fire buildings crumble the world explodes im hit…
I’m leaving home; I hav to hide, to get hidden. I enter the forest which is behind my house and I run and I look for a tree as big as my mother’s belly. I have to get lost and not found. Hidden
lots of things are hidden, we don’t know where they are ….or what they are, or why. Is it meant to be that we will never know? I think so. Hidden things make the world go around, they keep dreams alive & hope flying in the wind. without hidden things, would we have no dreams? nothing to strive for nothing to search for. Hidden things are the centre of our hpes & dreams.
leaving trails of food for the unsuspecting mouse, it ate and happily walked towards its death.
hidden… i wish. hidden sounds so safe and wonderful, so calm and serene. I wish i could hide, and hidden just makes me want to get into the car and drive. i just want to jump into the ocean so i can rememeber im smaller than a poppy seed inside a great big bowl
away in the trees there was a forest of gnomes who filled the childrens lives with joy. flowers bloomed & there were butterflies everywhere. through the ivy covered gate,she waled with a basket to pick fresh ripe strawberries.
one time i was hidden under my brothers bed because he just came home. I was only about 5 or 6 years old and I guess I was just playing around. When I realized he didn’t even know I was hiding, I crawled out from under the bed and hit my head. I still have the scar and I am 18. I remember that day so clearly.
I was hiding at the bototm of the stairs, i’m not sure why i just had a feeling someone was there… watching me. I had a feeling and i knew that i was hiding from someone who in turn was hiding something from me.
everything in my world was hidden, me, the object, the people, the feelings.
I am hidden.
once things are hidden, they are ready to be found. Sitting there, waiting, for anyone, just anyone to come and stumble across them. But then there are the seekers. Those you long to find those that are hidden. The seekers can often be hiding themselves, but in order to draw attention away, they become seekers. Leave things, hidden.
Ok, so there are hidden things, like inside your heart. And then there are things that are hidden from your own thoughts; things that you try not to admit to yourself. No one knows these things but you, and sometimes even you don’t know.
Hidden. What did it mean? Did it mean he couldn’t see me? Did it mean he was gone? Or that I was? I didn’t exist. If I couldn’t see him he couldn’t see me, right? Like when we were kids? What if he found me. Oh, god, what if he found me? I can hear him breathing. I just won’t breathe.
hidden secrets
hidden lies
what you tell me
with your eyes
is not what your mouth says
to everyone else.
why does it happen that way
once
in younger days
things were better
I am a hidden man, no one can see me. I go through the shadows like a stealthy cat, a cat ready to pounce. No one ever sees me coming, but by the time they do, it is too late. Too late for them to apologize for the sins they have commited and for the things they have said, for the the things they wish they did with their son, the things they wish they could do, the things they wish they could do.
Hidden in a small box at the edge of the woods, I found it. Gleaming in the sunlight she danced in hidden realms and worlds filled with globes of ambiance. I can feel no emotion when with you, hearts beating and cows playing with sea otters. Hidden away are we.
STOP GIVING ME HIDDEN!
And every time we touch I get this feeling and every time we kiss I swear I’m alive. Hidden.
i was in a bucket hidden in away from everything and everyone, i do not know how this happens but it just did. pretty fucking crazy i think so i guess the word is hidden wtf am i writing about this has nothing to do with the word… anyways. i dont know but yeah i guess im almost out of time i ill say good bye to all of you