you see me as transparent, open to you like a window, peeking through whenever it seems right. if i was so transparent you would nnever have hurt me like you did, do, or maybe you would. my transparency is my affliction.
Anonymous
Invisible, it can’t be seen. See through, clear colored, condoms, a transvestite parent. The invisible monkeys will get you when you’re sleeping, the come while you are in bed and they attack you in your dreams, you can’t see it coming.
Ruth
never remembering what to say and thinking always of how i think of thinking of you for every second i cannot think and sometimes i feel as if i never knew you yet days and days go by without but a sound
sarah
I feel like I am drifting from opacity to transparency. Sometimes you see me, sometimes you don’t. Rather, sometimes you can see through me, as if all of me is ripped open in front of you, and you can understand clearly all of me. I can be that transparent, yet too transparent that I become invisible to you.
ac
ethereal shining light
through my being
being my being
just be ing
transparent
celia
Sometimes I think I’m transparent – people can see straight through me. I’m not important enough to keep plans with, to call, to check in with every once in a while. It’s ok to blow me off, I barely exist.
sam
clear sometimes i feel invisible like a bird in the sky except no one knows i like to fly yesterday i failed a test but these things can never be to forget all alone yet so insane
molly
the following thought process dicates that i am not actually transparent and that i am only trying to fill this box in an effort to appease some random stumble page. in fact whatever this is trying to measure is not an accurate measure of whatever it is trying to measure as A my keyboard at my present
aaaagghjyugb
She thought that she was being clever, that she could hide what she was feeling behind those dark eyes and that coy little smile. She was wrong, because he could see every crack in her, every little fissure in her heart. She put up her facade and tried to hide it, but he could see how broken she was. For all her efforts, she was transparent.
Zeph
as transparent as water, she lifted up, ghost like yet perfectly steady. her movements were fluent, and seemed to flow through the air
silva
The transparent pig scuttled through my living room. The fact that there was a transparent pig in my living room was not what shocked me, however. The thing that made me look again was that I didn’t know pigs could scuttle. “Hm.” I though. “How odd. That pig just scuttled through my living room.”
Allison
to be transparent is to basically be see through, isn’t it? a window is transparent. opaque and solid are different. opaque is slightly see-through but solid isn’t see-through at all… transparencies are used in school, my math teacher uses them on overhead projectors.
katie
The man came through the wall. His transparent form lightly glowing blue, casting erie shadows across my hotel room. He paused at the end of the bed, his luminous eyes fixed on a point far off on an invisible horizon.
DrewC.
Transparent. It reminds me of a feather for some reason. Or how most of society is these days. Yeah, we’re mostly invisible. We don’t have a distinct purpose. Just to succeed. Where’s the fun in that? I don’t know. I know I want to make something of myself. Something that makes me happy.
Riley
Sometimes I wish I was more transparent to others. I mean, why does it have to be such a battle for everyone to get to know me…to know the real me? I don’t think I want it to be that way, but it is what it is…for now.
L
Transparent people are my favorite kind of people, the see-through kind of people. They have no hidden agendas and aren’t pretending to be someone they aren’t. They make the best friends, the best parents, the best partners.
Elle
Sometimes, I think I am so transparent, that people can see right through me. They can see what I’m feeling, thinking, dreaming…
If only he was more transparent…
Then I wouldn’t spend my time wondering if he feels the same way.
Nina
is like a see through mirror
a shower curtain in the fog
like the butterflies wings last night
the windows in the boat
codis lemons ate icky
it was the captain
you know its true
can you lick your nose
helena and codi
its transparent to see the way things things are.
a hopeless war
sprouts
My emotions can be so transparent at times. For instance when I found out my boyfriend had lied to me and slept with a friend, I couldn’t hid my feelings, my anger, my hatred. It showed on my face, tears streaming down and my stomach in knots.
Jenna
As I gazed at the pink transparent curtains covering my window, my mind wandered. I found myself unable to concentrate on anything, even on my new books. Where were they?
Cinnia
No not sometimes, most of the time, I think people are transparent. You can see right through people… their real intentions. It makes life not so exciting. We all feel we are so complex, but in reality, we are all just transparent. We don’t want to die
Kayce
TRansparent again? I really need another word. I hguess I dont really like writing about being transparent, it makes me feel transparent, and these days, you want to stand out. You want to be noticed, to shine to let people know that you are here, you are out there, and there is nothing they can do about it.
Anonymous
i can see straight through you, you can’t keep any secrets. It feels like you’re invisible when you walk in the room. No body recognises you when you jump up and down.
smithgrove
There are things that were meant to be transparent and open to the public and others that were meant to be kept secret. 15-year-old Edith’s phone number was not one of them.
It had happened online, as she logged on to a chatroom for a regular talk with one of her online friends.
Sabrina
trnsparent it seems thast it was the best way to describe him…
Anonymous
AS i looked inbto her eyes, afraid of what she was about to say, after i had caused her so much trouble, i felt so transparent. her eyes were peircing my mind, serching for something worth looking for. Thats how I felt. Transparent.
Sophie The Awesome
transparent
Anonymous
AS i looked inbto her eyes, afraid of what she was about to say, after i had caused her so much trouble, i felt so transparent. her eyes were peircing my mind, serching for something worth looking for. Thats how I felt. Transparent.
Sophie The Awesome
it was completely transparent. I could see straight through it. It was so transparant, it was invisible. clear this sucks. i need another word
donna
The transparency is a beautiful thing, a blank as ____ page so patiently waiting. Shining a light through places it will shine, clearly showing words and images; instruction for a spongy mind.
franabelle
transparency is an emotion. you can feel transperent to the world around you. like no one see’s you or notices you.
hannah
Wizard rock is why I don’t feel transparent any more. Thank you J.K. Rowling for everything. Just everything.
Lizzy
she always had this smile on her face. the kind that at first made you smile back, but then something in the duration or form made you realize that there was something else behind it.
alec
she was as always a figure lost in the tides of the world; walking down the streets she seemed to feel almost transparent, the shifting people all walking with their plastered smiles and wide strides. Though she stood isolated in the vast paranormal activity that was simply humanity.
Cole
Transparent is glass. Transparent is clarity. Transparent makes the obvious more obvious and the complex and occluded and occult safe. Transparent is a word that starts with a ‘T’. Structuralism in inherent in transparency. Being transparent is being safe to the world.
Rich
it’s funny how you can see right
through me
just like windows
or water
but only i was you
and you were looking in
the mirror
Jeni
everything was transparent. i could see for miles and miles while in this room. i could see people walking in and out of streets and shops talking to each other softly. i wondered what they were talking about.
white clear see through glass ghost like foggy
This sucks
you see me as transparent, open to you like a window, peeking through whenever it seems right. if i was so transparent you would nnever have hurt me like you did, do, or maybe you would. my transparency is my affliction.
Invisible, it can’t be seen. See through, clear colored, condoms, a transvestite parent. The invisible monkeys will get you when you’re sleeping, the come while you are in bed and they attack you in your dreams, you can’t see it coming.
never remembering what to say and thinking always of how i think of thinking of you for every second i cannot think and sometimes i feel as if i never knew you yet days and days go by without but a sound
I feel like I am drifting from opacity to transparency. Sometimes you see me, sometimes you don’t. Rather, sometimes you can see through me, as if all of me is ripped open in front of you, and you can understand clearly all of me. I can be that transparent, yet too transparent that I become invisible to you.
ethereal shining light
through my being
being my being
just be ing
transparent
Sometimes I think I’m transparent – people can see straight through me. I’m not important enough to keep plans with, to call, to check in with every once in a while. It’s ok to blow me off, I barely exist.
clear sometimes i feel invisible like a bird in the sky except no one knows i like to fly yesterday i failed a test but these things can never be to forget all alone yet so insane
the following thought process dicates that i am not actually transparent and that i am only trying to fill this box in an effort to appease some random stumble page. in fact whatever this is trying to measure is not an accurate measure of whatever it is trying to measure as A my keyboard at my present
She thought that she was being clever, that she could hide what she was feeling behind those dark eyes and that coy little smile. She was wrong, because he could see every crack in her, every little fissure in her heart. She put up her facade and tried to hide it, but he could see how broken she was. For all her efforts, she was transparent.
as transparent as water, she lifted up, ghost like yet perfectly steady. her movements were fluent, and seemed to flow through the air
The transparent pig scuttled through my living room. The fact that there was a transparent pig in my living room was not what shocked me, however. The thing that made me look again was that I didn’t know pigs could scuttle. “Hm.” I though. “How odd. That pig just scuttled through my living room.”
to be transparent is to basically be see through, isn’t it? a window is transparent. opaque and solid are different. opaque is slightly see-through but solid isn’t see-through at all… transparencies are used in school, my math teacher uses them on overhead projectors.
The man came through the wall. His transparent form lightly glowing blue, casting erie shadows across my hotel room. He paused at the end of the bed, his luminous eyes fixed on a point far off on an invisible horizon.
Transparent. It reminds me of a feather for some reason. Or how most of society is these days. Yeah, we’re mostly invisible. We don’t have a distinct purpose. Just to succeed. Where’s the fun in that? I don’t know. I know I want to make something of myself. Something that makes me happy.
Sometimes I wish I was more transparent to others. I mean, why does it have to be such a battle for everyone to get to know me…to know the real me? I don’t think I want it to be that way, but it is what it is…for now.
Transparent people are my favorite kind of people, the see-through kind of people. They have no hidden agendas and aren’t pretending to be someone they aren’t. They make the best friends, the best parents, the best partners.
Sometimes, I think I am so transparent, that people can see right through me. They can see what I’m feeling, thinking, dreaming…
If only he was more transparent…
Then I wouldn’t spend my time wondering if he feels the same way.
is like a see through mirror
a shower curtain in the fog
like the butterflies wings last night
the windows in the boat
codis lemons ate icky
it was the captain
you know its true
can you lick your nose
its transparent to see the way things things are.
a hopeless war
My emotions can be so transparent at times. For instance when I found out my boyfriend had lied to me and slept with a friend, I couldn’t hid my feelings, my anger, my hatred. It showed on my face, tears streaming down and my stomach in knots.
As I gazed at the pink transparent curtains covering my window, my mind wandered. I found myself unable to concentrate on anything, even on my new books. Where were they?
No not sometimes, most of the time, I think people are transparent. You can see right through people… their real intentions. It makes life not so exciting. We all feel we are so complex, but in reality, we are all just transparent. We don’t want to die
TRansparent again? I really need another word. I hguess I dont really like writing about being transparent, it makes me feel transparent, and these days, you want to stand out. You want to be noticed, to shine to let people know that you are here, you are out there, and there is nothing they can do about it.
i can see straight through you, you can’t keep any secrets. It feels like you’re invisible when you walk in the room. No body recognises you when you jump up and down.
There are things that were meant to be transparent and open to the public and others that were meant to be kept secret. 15-year-old Edith’s phone number was not one of them.
It had happened online, as she logged on to a chatroom for a regular talk with one of her online friends.
trnsparent it seems thast it was the best way to describe him…
AS i looked inbto her eyes, afraid of what she was about to say, after i had caused her so much trouble, i felt so transparent. her eyes were peircing my mind, serching for something worth looking for. Thats how I felt. Transparent.
transparent
AS i looked inbto her eyes, afraid of what she was about to say, after i had caused her so much trouble, i felt so transparent. her eyes were peircing my mind, serching for something worth looking for. Thats how I felt. Transparent.
it was completely transparent. I could see straight through it. It was so transparant, it was invisible. clear this sucks. i need another word
The transparency is a beautiful thing, a blank as ____ page so patiently waiting. Shining a light through places it will shine, clearly showing words and images; instruction for a spongy mind.
transparency is an emotion. you can feel transperent to the world around you. like no one see’s you or notices you.
Wizard rock is why I don’t feel transparent any more. Thank you J.K. Rowling for everything. Just everything.
she always had this smile on her face. the kind that at first made you smile back, but then something in the duration or form made you realize that there was something else behind it.
she was as always a figure lost in the tides of the world; walking down the streets she seemed to feel almost transparent, the shifting people all walking with their plastered smiles and wide strides. Though she stood isolated in the vast paranormal activity that was simply humanity.
Transparent is glass. Transparent is clarity. Transparent makes the obvious more obvious and the complex and occluded and occult safe. Transparent is a word that starts with a ‘T’. Structuralism in inherent in transparency. Being transparent is being safe to the world.
it’s funny how you can see right
through me
just like windows
or water
but only i was you
and you were looking in
the mirror
everything was transparent. i could see for miles and miles while in this room. i could see people walking in and out of streets and shops talking to each other softly. i wondered what they were talking about.