Got a secret, can you keep it? Sware this one you’ll save, got a locket in your pocket- taking this one to the grave. Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.
Olivia
I have a lot of secrets. Some do know and some don’t. Secret makes the world mysterious and vulnerable as well. I love secrets and sometimes I don’t. I am very sure all of us have secrets.
he nudges me.
emily.
do you have a pencil i could borrow?
sure, i do.
my cheeks flush even at his mention of my name.
i look away, feigning disinterest.
i hand him the pencil.
is it really that big a secret i love him?
i guess everybody has some secrets, i know i do. guess its only natural to hide things that we dont want others to see. but why do we hid them in the first place? is it that we dont want to face the things or that we;re ashamed of them and we’d rather hide and forget all about them?
Nate
I have these books that I write in every so often. They sit in the corner of my room on a shelf, sometimes I wonder how many secrets there would be in there. How many feelings I could count in one book alone?
Everyone has a secret. What makes us keep them from others? How do we determine who is worthy of knowing this tiny piece of embarrassing/expository personal information? Its a slow, thoughtful process, but we eventually figure it out.
i think i just might have too many secrets. i think they just might swallow me whole. no. i think they just might chew me up. in great big chomps. chomps that cut you in two, and then four, and then eight. chomps that leave you gasping in silent screams. chomps that gnaw and rip and tear. great big heaving chomps of despair.
A thing you only tell the people you trust.. unless you want it to get out.
kayla
I once had a secret that was so big it felt like it would consume me. I let it grow so big that I could see the city from up the top. I never thought that one day someone would come and cut it down. I would realise how hard it felt to fall.
Genevieve
i think i have too many secrets. i think sometimes they just may swallow me up. maybe not swallow. i think sometimes they just might chew me up. slowly. with harsh chomps chomps chomps. chomps that first bite you in two, then four, then eight, then 12. chomps that gnaw and hack and rip. rip you to shreds. those sorts of chomps. i think they will chew me up.
SiSi
secret laughter
secret reason to be
when i’m with you
our hands hold a secret
that our smiles reveal
in the purple skies of my dreams
our secrets are the kites that fly
Vijayalakshmi
a secret is something you dont want other people to know about. i think most secrets are secrets because they are bad. even if they dont seem bad. they most likely had bad intentions. because there is a reason you dont want people to know. and if someone tells you a secret….. that sucks for you.
“Tom!” she cried after him desperately, “don’t tell, please! Tom! Don’t do this!” She frantically gave chase, feet slapping against the stone floor of the school and robes billowing wildly around her. Why had she been stupid enough to say anything in the first place to him? You bloody fool, she thought angrily.
Kelsey
How could I tell her something that I knew would ruin her life, at least for the foreseeable future. And at the same time withholding this information from her would only make things worse. To wait prolonged the misery but to act was to make the misery a reality. Maybe, I thought, if I didn’t acknowledge it as real it would never have to be for her either.
M.J. Hutchison
dam i wish i could just tell my secrets in a picture or simply one picture for one secret. that would truly ebe amazing and have everyone guess what my secret is. I would do it in a fine art very mystiying way. though, very majestic
zak yanez
I have a secret, you can’t tell anyone. It’s a huge secret.
If he were to find out… I don’t know what I’d do.
This boy… He’s so different from the norm.
And I like him, a lot.
That boy is Noah.
And I like him a lot.
Kristoff
i was forced to carry his secret. weighing heavier by the minute, drudging the by the hour. time was forced to move so slow under his burden. my chest felt hollow, stomach empty, knees weak without a cure.
“What are you doing here?”
The words shattered the silence of the room, strong and angry and demanding.
I turned and tried my hardest to give him a mysterious smile. I’m afraid, though, that given the circumstances, it may have been more of a fleeting grimace.
“Why Nathaniel,” I said, my superior tone holding just the slightest bit of venom, “it’s a secret.”
lies beneath the bed… don’t go in the closet. I’m too scared to tell you everything. My name is not what you think it is. Please remember me after I’m dead.
Lia
so many little secrets in the world people can’t hide because they’re there they never go away I have secrets you have secrets pretty little liars monsters within yourself within them within us we have no plans to keep them even though we promise it’s a cycle human are not perfect love life lost wonderful i love you
Mary
Secrets are dangerous, yet sweet. Friends make them, enemies tell them.
Maddy
something to keep, if not. well then a secret telling muphukka gon’ be suprised when the nigga get a face lift kna mean?
B Dup
I stopped being friends with you because you were forgetting about me . And honestly, I don’t want to be friends anymore.
Alex
If we let them find us, they would certainly enjoy it.
First, they would rip up the floorboards. They would block the cellar entrance, and we would be unable to escape.
They would drag Papa up by the scuff of his shirt and then hold his head at gunpoint. Ask him what he was doing playing mouse under there, he would hold his chin high and not say anything. The captain would hit him with the butt of his gun, and they would toss him around, then they would grab Oliver and shoot him in back. Then the captain would tell the soldiers to take Mama and load her in back with Papa and Oliver. I’ve heard stories… before my sisters and I would be next, they’d have this look in their eye and he’d tell them to “Do what you want with them.” It happened to my cousin Clara. That’s when we had to hide. When we became this old house’s best kept secret.
This is why we hold still in the day, barely moving like mice poised to run at the first sign of trouble. That’s why we cannot be found. So we keep our family together.
Shh..it’s a secret. I have a secret to tell, but if i told you it wouldnt be much of a secret would it. Secrets protect us from the outside world. but they only damage us from the inside. secrets shouldn’t exist. you know what should, the truth. the truth should exist we should be free and be proud of all that we have done, not keep it a secret.
I have lots of secrets that no one knows about. I talk in codes, in messages and I see right through anyone else who does. You cannot bullshit a bullshitter. I hussle for a living so I can have a secret life living by myself. I like living by myself because it affords me to have no accountability with anyone else besides myself.
shannon
Many spill them, some hold them, others feed off them. What is a secret? Something to entertain, something to vent, something to let go of. The value is varied and everyone has a different idea of what it is. I think its treasure.
natalie
Secrets. So amazingly simple, yet secrets can cause damage that lasts generations. I would know first hand. Secrets are what has torn families apart. Keeps them from feeling all the love they could ever feel.
Things that you share with your friends that you don’t necessarily want a lot of people to know but somehow everyone (including the people you most definitely didn’t want to tell) find out.
amanda
the secret is something which you want to hide from others and dont let it know by any body to which you share with someone very special
Abhishek Srivastava
i already wrote about secrets, but serial killers have secrets. they are the best at hiding their secrets. they have the worst secrets and they never tell anyone. how do they keep those sectrets? i would never be able to keep a big secret like that.
I had a secret once and much like a dog I fed it once every day. I made sure it stayed caged & safe and kept it all in it’s place. Until one day I let it out of it’s cage for my lover to see, for her to know what has become of me. But then she ran away in shame and disgust, and with her friends this shame she planned to discuss. But by a light no brighter than a higher being’s lighter, did she combust into a spider robust, with all of her essentials beside her. She had been cursed because her thoughts had got worse of her lover too happy to be.
I have a secret. Doesn’t everyone? Maybe you don’t know what yours is yet. Or maybe you do. Either way, everyone has a secret. It might take forever to figure it out, or you might know from the time you are born. Secrets are fun, aren’t they?
Nicole
A secret is precious. Everyone has them, they don’t cost anything but the cost of letting them go may be big. It can cost you friendships. Secrets are wonderful. You can have secrets about anything. I don’t have many secrets. But maybe that’s a good thing
isobel
“This is our secret hiding spot.” Brenda tucked the little box deep into the cleft between the rocks. “No one knows about it but you and me, and you can’t tell,”
Abby nodded, a little awed by the responsibility her big sister had conferred upon her.
I have a secret, but if I told you it wouldn’t be a secret anymore now would it? So, if I told you this secret and told you to keep this secret between you and I, would it still be a secret since you know it now?
Got a secret, can you keep it? Sware this one you’ll save, got a locket in your pocket- taking this one to the grave. Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.
I have a lot of secrets. Some do know and some don’t. Secret makes the world mysterious and vulnerable as well. I love secrets and sometimes I don’t. I am very sure all of us have secrets.
he nudges me.
emily.
do you have a pencil i could borrow?
sure, i do.
my cheeks flush even at his mention of my name.
i look away, feigning disinterest.
i hand him the pencil.
is it really that big a secret i love him?
a secret kept from prying eyes. hidden under a pile of things or behind a secret compartment. a finger poised to scandalous red lips.
got a secret, can you keep it? swear to me, this one, you’ll save. you’ve got to lock it in your pocket, take it to the grave.
Her time capsule had stated she wanted to marry a doctor.
And he did, much to her dismay.
i guess everybody has some secrets, i know i do. guess its only natural to hide things that we dont want others to see. but why do we hid them in the first place? is it that we dont want to face the things or that we;re ashamed of them and we’d rather hide and forget all about them?
I have these books that I write in every so often. They sit in the corner of my room on a shelf, sometimes I wonder how many secrets there would be in there. How many feelings I could count in one book alone?
Everyone has a secret. What makes us keep them from others? How do we determine who is worthy of knowing this tiny piece of embarrassing/expository personal information? Its a slow, thoughtful process, but we eventually figure it out.
i think i just might have too many secrets. i think they just might swallow me whole. no. i think they just might chew me up. in great big chomps. chomps that cut you in two, and then four, and then eight. chomps that leave you gasping in silent screams. chomps that gnaw and rip and tear. great big heaving chomps of despair.
A thing you only tell the people you trust.. unless you want it to get out.
I once had a secret that was so big it felt like it would consume me. I let it grow so big that I could see the city from up the top. I never thought that one day someone would come and cut it down. I would realise how hard it felt to fall.
i think i have too many secrets. i think sometimes they just may swallow me up. maybe not swallow. i think sometimes they just might chew me up. slowly. with harsh chomps chomps chomps. chomps that first bite you in two, then four, then eight, then 12. chomps that gnaw and hack and rip. rip you to shreds. those sorts of chomps. i think they will chew me up.
secret laughter
secret reason to be
when i’m with you
our hands hold a secret
that our smiles reveal
in the purple skies of my dreams
our secrets are the kites that fly
a secret is something you dont want other people to know about. i think most secrets are secrets because they are bad. even if they dont seem bad. they most likely had bad intentions. because there is a reason you dont want people to know. and if someone tells you a secret….. that sucks for you.
“Tom!” she cried after him desperately, “don’t tell, please! Tom! Don’t do this!” She frantically gave chase, feet slapping against the stone floor of the school and robes billowing wildly around her. Why had she been stupid enough to say anything in the first place to him? You bloody fool, she thought angrily.
How could I tell her something that I knew would ruin her life, at least for the foreseeable future. And at the same time withholding this information from her would only make things worse. To wait prolonged the misery but to act was to make the misery a reality. Maybe, I thought, if I didn’t acknowledge it as real it would never have to be for her either.
dam i wish i could just tell my secrets in a picture or simply one picture for one secret. that would truly ebe amazing and have everyone guess what my secret is. I would do it in a fine art very mystiying way. though, very majestic
I have a secret, you can’t tell anyone. It’s a huge secret.
If he were to find out… I don’t know what I’d do.
This boy… He’s so different from the norm.
And I like him, a lot.
That boy is Noah.
And I like him a lot.
i was forced to carry his secret. weighing heavier by the minute, drudging the by the hour. time was forced to move so slow under his burden. my chest felt hollow, stomach empty, knees weak without a cure.
“What are you doing here?”
The words shattered the silence of the room, strong and angry and demanding.
I turned and tried my hardest to give him a mysterious smile. I’m afraid, though, that given the circumstances, it may have been more of a fleeting grimace.
“Why Nathaniel,” I said, my superior tone holding just the slightest bit of venom, “it’s a secret.”
lies beneath the bed… don’t go in the closet. I’m too scared to tell you everything. My name is not what you think it is. Please remember me after I’m dead.
so many little secrets in the world people can’t hide because they’re there they never go away I have secrets you have secrets pretty little liars monsters within yourself within them within us we have no plans to keep them even though we promise it’s a cycle human are not perfect love life lost wonderful i love you
Secrets are dangerous, yet sweet. Friends make them, enemies tell them.
something to keep, if not. well then a secret telling muphukka gon’ be suprised when the nigga get a face lift kna mean?
I stopped being friends with you because you were forgetting about me . And honestly, I don’t want to be friends anymore.
If we let them find us, they would certainly enjoy it.
First, they would rip up the floorboards. They would block the cellar entrance, and we would be unable to escape.
They would drag Papa up by the scuff of his shirt and then hold his head at gunpoint. Ask him what he was doing playing mouse under there, he would hold his chin high and not say anything. The captain would hit him with the butt of his gun, and they would toss him around, then they would grab Oliver and shoot him in back. Then the captain would tell the soldiers to take Mama and load her in back with Papa and Oliver. I’ve heard stories… before my sisters and I would be next, they’d have this look in their eye and he’d tell them to “Do what you want with them.” It happened to my cousin Clara. That’s when we had to hide. When we became this old house’s best kept secret.
This is why we hold still in the day, barely moving like mice poised to run at the first sign of trouble. That’s why we cannot be found. So we keep our family together.
Shh..it’s a secret. I have a secret to tell, but if i told you it wouldnt be much of a secret would it. Secrets protect us from the outside world. but they only damage us from the inside. secrets shouldn’t exist. you know what should, the truth. the truth should exist we should be free and be proud of all that we have done, not keep it a secret.
I have lots of secrets that no one knows about. I talk in codes, in messages and I see right through anyone else who does. You cannot bullshit a bullshitter. I hussle for a living so I can have a secret life living by myself. I like living by myself because it affords me to have no accountability with anyone else besides myself.
Many spill them, some hold them, others feed off them. What is a secret? Something to entertain, something to vent, something to let go of. The value is varied and everyone has a different idea of what it is. I think its treasure.
Secrets. So amazingly simple, yet secrets can cause damage that lasts generations. I would know first hand. Secrets are what has torn families apart. Keeps them from feeling all the love they could ever feel.
Things that you share with your friends that you don’t necessarily want a lot of people to know but somehow everyone (including the people you most definitely didn’t want to tell) find out.
the secret is something which you want to hide from others and dont let it know by any body to which you share with someone very special
i already wrote about secrets, but serial killers have secrets. they are the best at hiding their secrets. they have the worst secrets and they never tell anyone. how do they keep those sectrets? i would never be able to keep a big secret like that.
I had a secret once and much like a dog I fed it once every day. I made sure it stayed caged & safe and kept it all in it’s place. Until one day I let it out of it’s cage for my lover to see, for her to know what has become of me. But then she ran away in shame and disgust, and with her friends this shame she planned to discuss. But by a light no brighter than a higher being’s lighter, did she combust into a spider robust, with all of her essentials beside her. She had been cursed because her thoughts had got worse of her lover too happy to be.
I have a secret. Doesn’t everyone? Maybe you don’t know what yours is yet. Or maybe you do. Either way, everyone has a secret. It might take forever to figure it out, or you might know from the time you are born. Secrets are fun, aren’t they?
A secret is precious. Everyone has them, they don’t cost anything but the cost of letting them go may be big. It can cost you friendships. Secrets are wonderful. You can have secrets about anything. I don’t have many secrets. But maybe that’s a good thing
“This is our secret hiding spot.” Brenda tucked the little box deep into the cleft between the rocks. “No one knows about it but you and me, and you can’t tell,”
Abby nodded, a little awed by the responsibility her big sister had conferred upon her.
I have a secret, but if I told you it wouldn’t be a secret anymore now would it? So, if I told you this secret and told you to keep this secret between you and I, would it still be a secret since you know it now?
“Secrets are never free; they always cost you something.” -Aunt May (The Amazing Spider Man)