I am translucent- invisible to the human eye. Or at least that’s what I thought, until Adam Garrett finally noticed me. He noticed me, saw me when nobody else could. So, that’s how I fell in love with him.
The water was so clear- translucent. I watched as the fish darted back and forth beneath my feet. So free. I wish I was them- i wish i was anyone else. I wish i was free like the fish flowing through the water. I wish i was free like the water, flowing wherever it wants. I wish i was free.
melissa
A simple pane of glass separated us, a simple wall of hard light as invisible and opaque as that distance which had grew between us over the last months. Two cats were drawn in the lower corner, and for no reason I could fathom the artist had decided they wouldn’t face each other. The smallest one was turning it’s back to the big striped one (or was it a tiger) and I felt a distant irony at all the irony my universe could throw at me with a single sheet.
This is not my happy place, not in the least. This is a place where I become translucent — my thoughts and worries are expressed and the body surrounding them becomes clear. This is where I metamorph into my words.
her translucent skin was all what gave her visible shape. Everything else was not visible once she appeared on this side of the gate.
Jarek
I could barely make out the silhouette of the man in the window. But he seemed to be waving his hands in the air. Maybe he’s talking to someone. Or dancing around his room barefoot. Or cheering for his favorite sports team. Damn these translucent windows. I want to be his friend.
Lei
Her skin was a layer of translucent gauze over the glow of the blood coursing through her veins. Clear skin should have been disgusting, guts and muscles working beneath the surface. It should have repulsed me. Instead, it was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen.
Mia Holmgren
My memory of you is translucent
Past without the details of love
You may have shone light on me
But it will never be as clear as the sun’s
”Alana!” her glossy silky skin passed an inescapable image through the synthetic shower curtain. Her soft musical voice hummed in the bathroom. She looked so tempting, her soft smooth curves translucent throught the curtain. Alana knew he was in the bathroom while she was naked on the other end giving him a flimsy look of her female curves. Trying to arouse him. Alana had never learnt ‘No’ for an answer. He had denied her from excepting her, denied making love to her even though he knew she waited for him for the last ten years just to live the rest of her life with him.
She wanted to show him what he lost by refusing to touch her. ”Alana?”
She sighed and swooshed the curtain aside, planting her hand on her hip. She stood in her naked glorry in front of him enjoying his trailing eyes leaving burn marks on her skin. Alana thought she would love to feel his hands on her ”Yes!” she spoke exasperately. She didn’t want him to see how much she longed for him. ”my eyes are on top here”
I try to be as translucent as possible
in my relationships, professional life, friendships
yet certain parts of me are not safe to safe in certain settings.. but
I am a low self monitor so I am the same regardless of the situation
Allowing myself to be seen
Allowing myself to be
Not being made o feel sorry for taking up space
Speaking my truth
dj
Look through and see the other side
of all the bright tomorrows
the vulgar wisps of yesterday
forever into the morning
creeping on towards the night
there’s heart and steel within me
can your vision pass the sheeth
The paper screen was so thin it was almost translucent. On the other side, she could hear murmured voices discussing a “job”. She had only been dating Kenji for a week or so, and had yet to tell him that she could actually understand Japanese. The hostess club Mama had told her to pretend she could only speak English as she would appear more exotic that way. But she could understand it, having lived here as a child, and she knew that the “job” Kenji was now discussing with the two men who had interrupted their dinner date was no ordinary work. They were plotting to kill someone!
tonykeyesjapan
Her words were translucent. We all knew that she was lying. If you couldn’t already tell with her shaky voice avoided eye contact, you could definitely see it in her face. I began to scrutinize every word that ever came out of her mouth. Could I ever believe anything she said ever again, after all this was over?
McKayla
He looked at her and all he could see were pastel colors. Cloudy and unclear, translucent colors. Pinks, lilacs, yellows, blues. Pretty. She was really pretty.
It has to do with the way i feel about her. I am not thinking about anything. I feel that if i had to draw for the queen of england, she would be impressed. Not with my drawing but with my fingers. i am crazy. I would be locked up.
Mastah
My skin paper think. a gust of wind or harmful words tossed my way will rip me open. you can see right through me to all the scars that lie beneath.
Just be like translucent lights. easily seen, never misunderstood. Just be the one shelling lights out.
bevs
Translucent light that showed everything so clearly flooded her life. It was too clear, it was too much truth. She longed for the opaque night when some things could hide
Joanne
translucent intentions i see… dont be nervous, we all hide something, i see right thru you like m C says, you bathed in windex, however i can see is of no importance, because as translucent as you can be… i know your heart is opaque… please let the light in, let me in
lmao
There was something very sweet in the air. Something wispy and beautiful and glowing in the way that ephemeral things often do. She followed it at is twirled through the air, bobbing on the unseen currents of the breeze. A jellyfish in the sky? No. A wisp of cloth? No. Not smoke, not anything of substance. But she could see it all the same.
translucent windows on a rainy day. they begin to fog up as your thoughts wander off into a daze. the clouds you can see through the window but you aren’t thinking of anything. your thoughts are as translucent as the windows, as the clouds and as the day.
lesley
The translucent curtain showed only a blurry image of the room – a room with three people. None of them were alive. How they got that way was my job to figure out.
Doug
As she twirled in the ballroom, her translucent veil showed flashes of her face that had been hidden from the rest of the people in the ballroom. Enraptured by her beautiful dance, they wondered what she looked like. Her thin veil made it difficult to see what she liked like, but instead of deterring the men from finding out more about her, it served as a motivator to learn her identity, like how a glimpse or hint of a treasure chest only makes one want it even more. She smiled as she continued to attract the attention of everyone in the room, knowing that it was unbearable for them to not know what she looked like. Yet, she couldn’t seem to care because there was only one person whose attention she wanted.
Nuinui
her skin was transulucent, pale enough for him to see her veins clearly against the pale color. he didn’t understand how the two of them had gotten to this point in their lives, but he knew that in the very crevices hidden in the depths of his mind he’d known it was coming. there she was, completely unconscious, not dying but facing a fate she’d say was worse than death. their lives were forever changed, though not necessarily desolated.
When i was younger my older sister had a translucent top so we could all see what was underneath but no one had the guts to tell her! Looking back on it, i wish we had! At least maybe then she wouldn’t have met…..him……
Nia
it was small and white, like a snowball. but a crappy snowball made by a jerk. i decided that if anything in my life were going to be translucent, it would have to be made of cedar or glass. but, my vocabulary was a blur after being hit by so many snowballs, so i shrugged and bagn looking at something else, and likely having a thought about it.
Thin fingers gripped the wet rock. Pale and elegant, translucent skin stretched taught across the high knuckles, blue vein criss-crossing dimly beneath. Ronja’s hands still looked delicate, even now that the pads had grown thick and callused on the other side.
Mule
Translucency is a term that means you can see through whatever is translucent. Everything is crystal clear when you look at it through an empty glass. Finding a translucent person seems to be getting harder and harder these days, though.
Clroeser
She looked, or tried to thought the tears, through the thick, bulletproof glass between her and Mark. What could she do? He sat, hunched, sickly, pale. There was nothing, nothing she could do. She was a helpless heap of sorrow, incapable of helping the only person she loved.
Alles ist anders.
Doch so gleich.
So viele unterschiede,
und doch so gleich
Hinter Glas-
eine neue Welt.
Anuri
Translucent. That is the only word I can use to describe myself. No one sees me. I walk through the halls and everyone sees through me. I hear the calls of names and whispers of secrets.
Bailey
The light from the frosted window was translucent, creating a harsh glow of outside energy against my bed. As I tried to wake up fully, I could feel an awkward weight against my bones. The illness, I knew, was getting worse. I wasn’t quite sure if I’d be able to walk without a cane, maybe even two. It was getting more apparent that I would need a wheelchair.
The doctors hadn’t known what to make of my ailment. No diagnoses seemed to cut it. It simply seemed, they said, that I was like Atlas, and the weight of the world was literally pushing me into submission.
Belinda Roddie
The gown glimmered in the light; the translucent layers caught his eye and reminded him of a dragonfly’s wings. She looked like that, floating within the crowd, sparkling and standing out from the rest of them in their dull, normal gowns and robes.
I often think about how you see me, but now, I must be so dense and difficult to read, so confusing and upsetting, I curl into a ball wondering if you can see ME, but I wonder if you see through me, if you push past, and adopt me, like smoke curling up round your head…
Malice
Before the fabric sank below the pool’s surface, there was a moment (like letting out a sight) where it ballooned like a tea bag and the lights from the bottom of the pool shone through it. Sinking fabric lantern. As the center caved (beautiful like a collapsing souffle), fingers of water spreading, it became like a window. And you wanted the pool water to be something more special and transformative than what it was… but it was still just chlorine, and you would still have to retrieve that blouse from the bottom of the pool before it was ruined or before your husband saw it.
Her face was translucent. Or maybe that was just me. But either way, I knew what she was thinking. Run. Run. Run. It’s takes someone like me to trigger fight or flight in someone like her. And like I knew she would, she chose flight.
And then there were wings, made of glass. Shooting from her shoulders. She lifted a foot off the ground, and I blacked out.
Her face was translucent. Or maybe that was just me. But either way, I knew what she was thinking. Run. Run. Run. It’s takes someone like me to trigger fight or flight in someone like her. And like I knew she would, she chose flight.
And then there were wings, made of glass. Shooting from her shoulders. She lifted a foot offf the ground, and I blacked out.
I am translucent- invisible to the human eye. Or at least that’s what I thought, until Adam Garrett finally noticed me. He noticed me, saw me when nobody else could. So, that’s how I fell in love with him.
The water was so clear- translucent. I watched as the fish darted back and forth beneath my feet. So free. I wish I was them- i wish i was anyone else. I wish i was free like the fish flowing through the water. I wish i was free like the water, flowing wherever it wants. I wish i was free.
A simple pane of glass separated us, a simple wall of hard light as invisible and opaque as that distance which had grew between us over the last months. Two cats were drawn in the lower corner, and for no reason I could fathom the artist had decided they wouldn’t face each other. The smallest one was turning it’s back to the big striped one (or was it a tiger) and I felt a distant irony at all the irony my universe could throw at me with a single sheet.
This is not my happy place, not in the least. This is a place where I become translucent — my thoughts and worries are expressed and the body surrounding them becomes clear. This is where I metamorph into my words.
her translucent skin was all what gave her visible shape. Everything else was not visible once she appeared on this side of the gate.
I could barely make out the silhouette of the man in the window. But he seemed to be waving his hands in the air. Maybe he’s talking to someone. Or dancing around his room barefoot. Or cheering for his favorite sports team. Damn these translucent windows. I want to be his friend.
Her skin was a layer of translucent gauze over the glow of the blood coursing through her veins. Clear skin should have been disgusting, guts and muscles working beneath the surface. It should have repulsed me. Instead, it was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen.
My memory of you is translucent
Past without the details of love
You may have shone light on me
But it will never be as clear as the sun’s
”Alana!” her glossy silky skin passed an inescapable image through the synthetic shower curtain. Her soft musical voice hummed in the bathroom. She looked so tempting, her soft smooth curves translucent throught the curtain. Alana knew he was in the bathroom while she was naked on the other end giving him a flimsy look of her female curves. Trying to arouse him. Alana had never learnt ‘No’ for an answer. He had denied her from excepting her, denied making love to her even though he knew she waited for him for the last ten years just to live the rest of her life with him.
She wanted to show him what he lost by refusing to touch her. ”Alana?”
She sighed and swooshed the curtain aside, planting her hand on her hip. She stood in her naked glorry in front of him enjoying his trailing eyes leaving burn marks on her skin. Alana thought she would love to feel his hands on her ”Yes!” she spoke exasperately. She didn’t want him to see how much she longed for him. ”my eyes are on top here”
I try to be as translucent as possible
in my relationships, professional life, friendships
yet certain parts of me are not safe to safe in certain settings.. but
I am a low self monitor so I am the same regardless of the situation
Allowing myself to be seen
Allowing myself to be
Not being made o feel sorry for taking up space
Speaking my truth
Look through and see the other side
of all the bright tomorrows
the vulgar wisps of yesterday
forever into the morning
creeping on towards the night
there’s heart and steel within me
can your vision pass the sheeth
The paper screen was so thin it was almost translucent. On the other side, she could hear murmured voices discussing a “job”. She had only been dating Kenji for a week or so, and had yet to tell him that she could actually understand Japanese. The hostess club Mama had told her to pretend she could only speak English as she would appear more exotic that way. But she could understand it, having lived here as a child, and she knew that the “job” Kenji was now discussing with the two men who had interrupted their dinner date was no ordinary work. They were plotting to kill someone!
Her words were translucent. We all knew that she was lying. If you couldn’t already tell with her shaky voice avoided eye contact, you could definitely see it in her face. I began to scrutinize every word that ever came out of her mouth. Could I ever believe anything she said ever again, after all this was over?
He looked at her and all he could see were pastel colors. Cloudy and unclear, translucent colors. Pinks, lilacs, yellows, blues. Pretty. She was really pretty.
It has to do with the way i feel about her. I am not thinking about anything. I feel that if i had to draw for the queen of england, she would be impressed. Not with my drawing but with my fingers. i am crazy. I would be locked up.
My skin paper think. a gust of wind or harmful words tossed my way will rip me open. you can see right through me to all the scars that lie beneath.
Just be like translucent lights. easily seen, never misunderstood. Just be the one shelling lights out.
Translucent light that showed everything so clearly flooded her life. It was too clear, it was too much truth. She longed for the opaque night when some things could hide
translucent intentions i see… dont be nervous, we all hide something, i see right thru you like m C says, you bathed in windex, however i can see is of no importance, because as translucent as you can be… i know your heart is opaque… please let the light in, let me in
There was something very sweet in the air. Something wispy and beautiful and glowing in the way that ephemeral things often do. She followed it at is twirled through the air, bobbing on the unseen currents of the breeze. A jellyfish in the sky? No. A wisp of cloth? No. Not smoke, not anything of substance. But she could see it all the same.
translucent windows on a rainy day. they begin to fog up as your thoughts wander off into a daze. the clouds you can see through the window but you aren’t thinking of anything. your thoughts are as translucent as the windows, as the clouds and as the day.
The translucent curtain showed only a blurry image of the room – a room with three people. None of them were alive. How they got that way was my job to figure out.
As she twirled in the ballroom, her translucent veil showed flashes of her face that had been hidden from the rest of the people in the ballroom. Enraptured by her beautiful dance, they wondered what she looked like. Her thin veil made it difficult to see what she liked like, but instead of deterring the men from finding out more about her, it served as a motivator to learn her identity, like how a glimpse or hint of a treasure chest only makes one want it even more. She smiled as she continued to attract the attention of everyone in the room, knowing that it was unbearable for them to not know what she looked like. Yet, she couldn’t seem to care because there was only one person whose attention she wanted.
her skin was transulucent, pale enough for him to see her veins clearly against the pale color. he didn’t understand how the two of them had gotten to this point in their lives, but he knew that in the very crevices hidden in the depths of his mind he’d known it was coming. there she was, completely unconscious, not dying but facing a fate she’d say was worse than death. their lives were forever changed, though not necessarily desolated.
When i was younger my older sister had a translucent top so we could all see what was underneath but no one had the guts to tell her! Looking back on it, i wish we had! At least maybe then she wouldn’t have met…..him……
it was small and white, like a snowball. but a crappy snowball made by a jerk. i decided that if anything in my life were going to be translucent, it would have to be made of cedar or glass. but, my vocabulary was a blur after being hit by so many snowballs, so i shrugged and bagn looking at something else, and likely having a thought about it.
clear opaque inoffensive light lightness true calm peaceful nice bright attractive appealing
Thin fingers gripped the wet rock. Pale and elegant, translucent skin stretched taught across the high knuckles, blue vein criss-crossing dimly beneath. Ronja’s hands still looked delicate, even now that the pads had grown thick and callused on the other side.
Translucency is a term that means you can see through whatever is translucent. Everything is crystal clear when you look at it through an empty glass. Finding a translucent person seems to be getting harder and harder these days, though.
She looked, or tried to thought the tears, through the thick, bulletproof glass between her and Mark. What could she do? He sat, hunched, sickly, pale. There was nothing, nothing she could do. She was a helpless heap of sorrow, incapable of helping the only person she loved.
Hinter Glas-
eine ganz andere Welt.
Alles ist anders.
Doch so gleich.
So viele unterschiede,
und doch so gleich
Hinter Glas-
eine neue Welt.
Translucent. That is the only word I can use to describe myself. No one sees me. I walk through the halls and everyone sees through me. I hear the calls of names and whispers of secrets.
The light from the frosted window was translucent, creating a harsh glow of outside energy against my bed. As I tried to wake up fully, I could feel an awkward weight against my bones. The illness, I knew, was getting worse. I wasn’t quite sure if I’d be able to walk without a cane, maybe even two. It was getting more apparent that I would need a wheelchair.
The doctors hadn’t known what to make of my ailment. No diagnoses seemed to cut it. It simply seemed, they said, that I was like Atlas, and the weight of the world was literally pushing me into submission.
The gown glimmered in the light; the translucent layers caught his eye and reminded him of a dragonfly’s wings. She looked like that, floating within the crowd, sparkling and standing out from the rest of them in their dull, normal gowns and robes.
Just trying this out to see how it works.
I often think about how you see me, but now, I must be so dense and difficult to read, so confusing and upsetting, I curl into a ball wondering if you can see ME, but I wonder if you see through me, if you push past, and adopt me, like smoke curling up round your head…
Before the fabric sank below the pool’s surface, there was a moment (like letting out a sight) where it ballooned like a tea bag and the lights from the bottom of the pool shone through it. Sinking fabric lantern. As the center caved (beautiful like a collapsing souffle), fingers of water spreading, it became like a window. And you wanted the pool water to be something more special and transformative than what it was… but it was still just chlorine, and you would still have to retrieve that blouse from the bottom of the pool before it was ruined or before your husband saw it.
Wow this word is pretty. I really have no idea what it means, but I really like it.
Her face was translucent. Or maybe that was just me. But either way, I knew what she was thinking. Run. Run. Run. It’s takes someone like me to trigger fight or flight in someone like her. And like I knew she would, she chose flight.
And then there were wings, made of glass. Shooting from her shoulders. She lifted a foot off the ground, and I blacked out.
Her face was translucent. Or maybe that was just me. But either way, I knew what she was thinking. Run. Run. Run. It’s takes someone like me to trigger fight or flight in someone like her. And like I knew she would, she chose flight.
And then there were wings, made of glass. Shooting from her shoulders. She lifted a foot offf the ground, and I blacked out.