The secrets that lay within us is kept hidden with such authenticity by covering the outside with false pretense.
krishanth
i remember her lips. her tiny lips. she smile at me and i can’t say anything. i just want to kiss here, feel her lips, feel her, feel she love me. i was seven and that was my biggest secret.
мой маленький секрет, мой маленький секрет, запрятанный в глубинах меня самой, тянущийся прямо из детства, из того времени, когда я, наверное, еще не могла толком ничего осознавать и могла только инстинктивно тянуться к ее губам.
аня
just him and me I thought, but it ate inside me, it wanted to spread, until it was him and me and her and I knew she could be trusted but I could see in her eyes it was eating her alive and it wasn’t long now before it was him and me and her and them…
Sam Schick
secrets can hurt people. secrets can make you feel important. secrets can unlock the past. I had a secret once. I told no one but today i’m telling you. Why I’m telling you is because the weight of keeping secrets can weigh you down. Weigh you down so much that your shoulders hunch from the metaphorical weight. I’m sick of my hunched shoulders. I once again want to walk upright so here goes….
Secrets are strange things to keep.
You can say you want to tell someone a secret but that does’t exactly make sense, secrets are meant to be kept quiet, how can secrets be kept quiet if you keep on telling people about them, it’s illogical.
Secrets are hard to keep.
And they’re worth keeping.
Especially if you have everything to lose if you don’t keep your secret.
They eat you up inside, but it honestly can’t be helped.
Tequila
Him hiding from me. Not telling. Hiding from others Shh! Pant liner. Hurtful. Shame. Betrayal. Pain. Protecting. Others knowing what I don’t. Not sharing.
Fiona
Nothing’s a secret anymore, he said.
And she had to agree– nothing could be. They can hack into anything you own and steal everything you own. They can see you on Skype if you’re not careful, and access your phone and your documents and your posts and information travels faster on Facebook than it does a game of Telephone. Governments can no longer carry out secret operations or censor their people– cause for celebration. It is more difficult for people to hide, or even to want to.
I knew from the day I met him that I could never tell my parents.
He was filthy, matted hair hanging down to his shoulders and mud streaked across his face. His clothes were more rags than clothes, barely covering his thin form. But it was summer, so it didn’t matter.
Sarah
She had a secret, he had a secret, they all had a secret. But at some point they all tell each other. Whether it be good, or bad, funny, or embarrassing, they all ended up telling each other.
The thing that most people cannot keep.
The thing that ruins friendships and relationships.
What could hold a friendship together.
The excitement in life.
The way you tell them.
Hold them dear.
A secret it only a secret until it is shared with more then one person. Then it’s gossip.
Sophie Isherwood
it’s all about your personal life and beeing a fully grown person , when you keep a secret you show that you understand a person and he’s need for privacy , you re right kind of man
.
Matei
Ah… I’ve always been a fan of secrets. I love secrets! I like it when people share it with me, or better yet when I learn it all by myself. But don’t get me wrong, I’m not a gossip girl or something. Ha!
This is a secret. No one knows what it is or what it’s about. Hey, did you know that there is a kpop girl band called Secret? Yeah, cool right? I wish I was in a kpop band. Or could sing in korean. Or could sing at all. I used to sing but I had to take this medicine because I was sick and it made my voice go all weird.
Violet
I don’t have much secret. But one thing I will tell you. I love secrets. What? This is freaking crazy. I love it when people share me their secrets or better yet learn them on my own. Who wouldn’t right? My sister just left
One secret hahaha. This is hilarious.
Camille
Don’t worry about it, he said. I’m sure we’ll get there sooner or later.
But what about the others? She inquired. If they don’t receive word of it, they will surely be killed.
‘Tis a secret they shall soon discover, he laughed cruelly, and turned his cap low to exit the streets undetected.
“Shh,” I say
Don’t say a word
Not a sliver of a sound slipping
silently through the corners of your mouth
Words are slippery
silver mist shining through rays of the sun
and people can catch them
and they echo and bounce about
so don’t say a word
don’t sigh your soft regrets
nor sing your sad songs
but soar through the sky when the searing pain
is finally over.
in love with my high school sweetheart. blindness.not in love.hate parents.you cant tell anybody. not an only child.sara i can trust. serial killer. dance teacher cant keep them. likes milk chocolate.afraid of death.cant love him
lillie
The secret to life is to not take anything personally and focus on all the wonderful possiblities. We can get stuck in a rut if we allow negative influences infiltrate our conciousness. Pure inspiration comes from a peaceful place.
Nabila
sometimes for good but usually unessisary hides the truth kills friendships and make enemies
Peggy
The poverty of language hindered him from spilling his heart out, but the way he raked his clumsy fingers through his locks, the blushed pallor that he sported while avoiding my stares, and the way he tried to keep his trembled lips locked with his teeth…all these telltale things needed no words for his secret to bleed through.
Can I trust you? I have something to tell you, something I have not told a soul! Something so special that I don’t know if I should invite you to be a part of. It’s a secret. It’s something that I have kept to myself all this time, and if you promise not to tell…
I hated the fact that he didn’t tell me anything about him.
We’ve known each other for six years. I know his personality like the back of my hand. I know what he would do in any situation.
Yet if you asked me what his favorite color was, my answer wold be I don’t know.
Holly
I have one that I must not tell, but it is very important that you keep it safe if I do. I want to tell you everything about how I’ve failed at everything. I promised her the joys and fruits of pure love and ripped it all apart. I had sex with her and broke the pure promise. What is there left besides pain? God’s Grace is more than enough to change my life now.
Cameron
omg no im not going to write about a secret GIVE ME ANOTHER WORD OMG STOP STOP MOVING OMG STUPID TIMER I KEEP REFRESHING THE PAGE IT KEEPS GIVING ME THE WORD SECRET I DONT WANT IT IM NOT TELLING YOU okay im lesbian you got me
Kitty
Secrets… They ruin friendships, relationships, and almost anything really, but they also help things. They make friendships better to have a friend you can tell your own secrets to and trust them to keep them to themselves. You don’t have to worry about keeping in all your emotions if you have a true friend to tell your feelings and secrets to.
Jules
he sat quietly in the corner of the room. i finally approached him because of my curiosity. i asked what his name was, and he said,
” can’t tell you, it’s a secret”.
Something that keeps friends close. It breaks things up when it gets out. Some of them are huge, but others are small, practically insignificant. But what people don’t know is all secrets matter. Whoever is holding it in, whether that’s one, two, or a thousand, can feel a guilt.
Dayle
bound deeply, it keeps and i can’t say it, unless its safe. it feels an anchor both poisonous and essential to myself. the longer i keep it, the hard
Alex
It wasn’t a secret, but she didn’t feel right telling anyone about it. Her big day. Was it all just a dream? Would he really be there when she returned home that night? Was he really as wonderful today as he was yesterday? Maybe her mom was right, but then again maybe she wasn’t. Just because most marriages after a one-day relationship don’t last doesn’t mean hers wouldn’t.
It seems like what was secret to my heart was known to everyone else’s. It seems like the truth I wanted was unknown to everyone else. It seems that the thoughts I felt were goosebumps to everyone else. It seems like what I loved was what everyone else hated.
everyone has secrets some are they hid there true faces when they dont want people to know the real person that they truly are they make up secrets to show a not so true self
A secret is something some people will tell only one other person. Or only certain people. To me though, a secret is something I keep to myself. Everyone should have things that no one knows. Whether it is personal thoughts or what. Things that cultivate yourself and that have meaning only to you.
Theres this thing about talking of my brother that I canot aboit to think of; I might have murder him. It was a strange night that could have killed anybody.
Kiko Gongora
i can’t believe you told her, it wasn’t even your secret to tell. And then you turn it on me. What gives you the right, you are a bitch! I’m not even going to lie. It just happens that i don’t trust you already. Now i don’t even want to be friends. This wasn’t me, it was you. There is no secret to why people don’t like you.
shh dont tell
everyone wants to know mine
but i cant tell
or else it wont be one
if i tell you it would be ours
dont tell anyone else otherwise it wont be
I love you
q
I never knew that I had secrets until I fully discovered myself. I ran around the world, looking for the things that I knew and things that would remind me of who I am. We don’t keep secrets, secrets keep us. With all the power and humanity to uphold, who will keep them secret?
The secrets that lay within us is kept hidden with such authenticity by covering the outside with false pretense.
i remember her lips. her tiny lips. she smile at me and i can’t say anything. i just want to kiss here, feel her lips, feel her, feel she love me. i was seven and that was my biggest secret.
мой маленький секрет, мой маленький секрет, запрятанный в глубинах меня самой, тянущийся прямо из детства, из того времени, когда я, наверное, еще не могла толком ничего осознавать и могла только инстинктивно тянуться к ее губам.
just him and me I thought, but it ate inside me, it wanted to spread, until it was him and me and her and I knew she could be trusted but I could see in her eyes it was eating her alive and it wasn’t long now before it was him and me and her and them…
secrets can hurt people. secrets can make you feel important. secrets can unlock the past. I had a secret once. I told no one but today i’m telling you. Why I’m telling you is because the weight of keeping secrets can weigh you down. Weigh you down so much that your shoulders hunch from the metaphorical weight. I’m sick of my hunched shoulders. I once again want to walk upright so here goes….
My story begins 15 years ago, I was 15.
Secrets are strange things to keep.
You can say you want to tell someone a secret but that does’t exactly make sense, secrets are meant to be kept quiet, how can secrets be kept quiet if you keep on telling people about them, it’s illogical.
Secrets are hard to keep.
And they’re worth keeping.
Especially if you have everything to lose if you don’t keep your secret.
They eat you up inside, but it honestly can’t be helped.
Him hiding from me. Not telling. Hiding from others Shh! Pant liner. Hurtful. Shame. Betrayal. Pain. Protecting. Others knowing what I don’t. Not sharing.
Nothing’s a secret anymore, he said.
And she had to agree– nothing could be. They can hack into anything you own and steal everything you own. They can see you on Skype if you’re not careful, and access your phone and your documents and your posts and information travels faster on Facebook than it does a game of Telephone. Governments can no longer carry out secret operations or censor their people– cause for celebration. It is more difficult for people to hide, or even to want to.
I knew from the day I met him that I could never tell my parents.
He was filthy, matted hair hanging down to his shoulders and mud streaked across his face. His clothes were more rags than clothes, barely covering his thin form. But it was summer, so it didn’t matter.
She had a secret, he had a secret, they all had a secret. But at some point they all tell each other. Whether it be good, or bad, funny, or embarrassing, they all ended up telling each other.
The thing that most people cannot keep.
The thing that ruins friendships and relationships.
What could hold a friendship together.
The excitement in life.
The way you tell them.
Hold them dear.
A secret it only a secret until it is shared with more then one person. Then it’s gossip.
it’s all about your personal life and beeing a fully grown person , when you keep a secret you show that you understand a person and he’s need for privacy , you re right kind of man
.
Ah… I’ve always been a fan of secrets. I love secrets! I like it when people share it with me, or better yet when I learn it all by myself. But don’t get me wrong, I’m not a gossip girl or something. Ha!
This is a secret. No one knows what it is or what it’s about. Hey, did you know that there is a kpop girl band called Secret? Yeah, cool right? I wish I was in a kpop band. Or could sing in korean. Or could sing at all. I used to sing but I had to take this medicine because I was sick and it made my voice go all weird.
I don’t have much secret. But one thing I will tell you. I love secrets. What? This is freaking crazy. I love it when people share me their secrets or better yet learn them on my own. Who wouldn’t right? My sister just left
One secret hahaha. This is hilarious.
Don’t worry about it, he said. I’m sure we’ll get there sooner or later.
But what about the others? She inquired. If they don’t receive word of it, they will surely be killed.
‘Tis a secret they shall soon discover, he laughed cruelly, and turned his cap low to exit the streets undetected.
“Shh,” I say
Don’t say a word
Not a sliver of a sound slipping
silently through the corners of your mouth
Words are slippery
silver mist shining through rays of the sun
and people can catch them
and they echo and bounce about
so don’t say a word
don’t sigh your soft regrets
nor sing your sad songs
but soar through the sky when the searing pain
is finally over.
in love with my high school sweetheart. blindness.not in love.hate parents.you cant tell anybody. not an only child.sara i can trust. serial killer. dance teacher cant keep them. likes milk chocolate.afraid of death.cant love him
The secret to life is to not take anything personally and focus on all the wonderful possiblities. We can get stuck in a rut if we allow negative influences infiltrate our conciousness. Pure inspiration comes from a peaceful place.
sometimes for good but usually unessisary hides the truth kills friendships and make enemies
The poverty of language hindered him from spilling his heart out, but the way he raked his clumsy fingers through his locks, the blushed pallor that he sported while avoiding my stares, and the way he tried to keep his trembled lips locked with his teeth…all these telltale things needed no words for his secret to bleed through.
Can I trust you? I have something to tell you, something I have not told a soul! Something so special that I don’t know if I should invite you to be a part of. It’s a secret. It’s something that I have kept to myself all this time, and if you promise not to tell…
Not a warm, fuzzy secret
But a cold, twisting one
That we will both share
Forever reminding us of our weakness
I hated the fact that he didn’t tell me anything about him.
We’ve known each other for six years. I know his personality like the back of my hand. I know what he would do in any situation.
Yet if you asked me what his favorite color was, my answer wold be I don’t know.
I have one that I must not tell, but it is very important that you keep it safe if I do. I want to tell you everything about how I’ve failed at everything. I promised her the joys and fruits of pure love and ripped it all apart. I had sex with her and broke the pure promise. What is there left besides pain? God’s Grace is more than enough to change my life now.
omg no im not going to write about a secret GIVE ME ANOTHER WORD OMG STOP STOP MOVING OMG STUPID TIMER I KEEP REFRESHING THE PAGE IT KEEPS GIVING ME THE WORD SECRET I DONT WANT IT IM NOT TELLING YOU okay im lesbian you got me
Secrets… They ruin friendships, relationships, and almost anything really, but they also help things. They make friendships better to have a friend you can tell your own secrets to and trust them to keep them to themselves. You don’t have to worry about keeping in all your emotions if you have a true friend to tell your feelings and secrets to.
he sat quietly in the corner of the room. i finally approached him because of my curiosity. i asked what his name was, and he said,
” can’t tell you, it’s a secret”.
Something that keeps friends close. It breaks things up when it gets out. Some of them are huge, but others are small, practically insignificant. But what people don’t know is all secrets matter. Whoever is holding it in, whether that’s one, two, or a thousand, can feel a guilt.
bound deeply, it keeps and i can’t say it, unless its safe. it feels an anchor both poisonous and essential to myself. the longer i keep it, the hard
It wasn’t a secret, but she didn’t feel right telling anyone about it. Her big day. Was it all just a dream? Would he really be there when she returned home that night? Was he really as wonderful today as he was yesterday? Maybe her mom was right, but then again maybe she wasn’t. Just because most marriages after a one-day relationship don’t last doesn’t mean hers wouldn’t.
It seems like what was secret to my heart was known to everyone else’s. It seems like the truth I wanted was unknown to everyone else. It seems that the thoughts I felt were goosebumps to everyone else. It seems like what I loved was what everyone else hated.
everyone has secrets some are they hid there true faces when they dont want people to know the real person that they truly are they make up secrets to show a not so true self
so many secrets xoxo gossip girl
A secret is something some people will tell only one other person. Or only certain people. To me though, a secret is something I keep to myself. Everyone should have things that no one knows. Whether it is personal thoughts or what. Things that cultivate yourself and that have meaning only to you.
I’ve cried myself to sleep more nights than not in the past nine months.
And each night, I take a deep breath and say to myself “Oh, I will dream tonight”.
And I do, remembering them more and more often, no matter how frightening and strange they may seem, they are harmless. They are simply dreams.
Oddly enough, I feel more and more centered the more this all happens. I feel more and more grounded in myself each time.
Theres this thing about talking of my brother that I canot aboit to think of; I might have murder him. It was a strange night that could have killed anybody.
i can’t believe you told her, it wasn’t even your secret to tell. And then you turn it on me. What gives you the right, you are a bitch! I’m not even going to lie. It just happens that i don’t trust you already. Now i don’t even want to be friends. This wasn’t me, it was you. There is no secret to why people don’t like you.
shh dont tell
everyone wants to know mine
but i cant tell
or else it wont be one
if i tell you it would be ours
dont tell anyone else otherwise it wont be
I love you
I never knew that I had secrets until I fully discovered myself. I ran around the world, looking for the things that I knew and things that would remind me of who I am. We don’t keep secrets, secrets keep us. With all the power and humanity to uphold, who will keep them secret?