I’ve always been able to see
right through you.
every single lie you told,
and every breath was wearing old;
I know now
you couldn’t even look me
in the eyes with the
truths you couldn’t speak
still dancing
on the tip of your tongue.
Josh Miller
Invisible you are unable to see or feel it lifes mistakes are transparent to the neighbours eyes
jenny
I sat crying on a bench in a park miles away from home. And you said I was hard to get to know. I don’t open up. And I cried and cried. I’m sorry I said. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I’m so afraid.
And you said it was okay. And it wasn’t.
Barbara
There was nothing transparent about her emotions. She kept them hidden like a well-oiled safe. She kept the combination to herself. No one would know what she was feeling – especially that good for nothing she was in love with. Nothing political could see her through this crisis. She certainly wasn’t a smooth talker. But she could keep a secret. No, there was nothing transparent about her at all.
Nikki
it was so transparent. her face, her expression. like a deer in headlights, she couldn’t hide her love any more. it was too painful, and he read her like a book, only, this time he never had cared. all he did was walk through her as if she were a ghost, and she wept without witnesses. if only, she thought, i could melt into the stars and become as transparent as the atmosphere.
claire
You see right through me but you still don’t understand me. I am transparent but I feel like a wall in front of you. Do you understand what you do to me and how make me feel….to look right through me but never see or hear me
LA
you dont see me
but i see you
come here love , and let me touch
you may think im not here but i am , im with you
you feel my presence but your eyes wont let you see
you kn ow im here thats why you are aware of my appearance
im watching over you my child let life be
always flyw ith wings over the cool wild sea
Guyesha
transparency is the epitome of modern marvels that coagulates the probability of circumcision.
mike muthafuckin storer
clear
elise
clear
elise
clear
elise
ghosts are transparent. so are people who lie about who they are. they have no sense of self, they cannot see who they truly are, and thus, neither can anyone else. its sad. the world deserves to see you. dont sell yourself short
matt
transparent is when you can see something or threw it like an onion cut to thin
sam
transparent like a sheet of glass
you look right through me, stare right past.
what’s more, when i try to make sound
you can’t hear me, don’t turn around.
what a condition, it seems to me
you do this to me purposefully.
one day i’ll fly and travel far,
and you’ll be stuck in your glass jar.
d*
the world is transparent and by that i mean u can see through ne one or ne thing if u care to look we are all just carbonish copies and cobinations all working and doing
Justin Crump
I can see through you , there’s nothing there but the wall behind you. Nothing but a glassy sheen that begs to have color. Nothing but raw desire, empty.
Felix
That’s transparent ^. :)
Paige
empty, holy, ghosts, lies, see through, easy, overhead projector
shelby
She felt as if she was transparent. Volnerable, exposed, as if her every thought were visable to everyone else. She hated this about herself; why couldn’t she keep things to herself> She felt as if she wore her heart on her sleeve, for the whole world to see her frailties, her insecurities.
Rox
She felt as if she was transparent. Volnerable, exposed, as if her every thought were visable to everyone else. She hated this about herself; why couldn’t she keep things to herself> She felt as if she wore her heart on her sleeve, for the whole world to see her frailties, her insecurities.
Rox
She was transparent, but what a whiny thing to say that was so she kept it to herself. The worst part wasn’t that everyone else could see through her bullshit, no. The worst part? She could see through it, too.
Cole
X-Rays are almost transparent. Some parts of them, at least. The more transparency there is something, the worse. Because that means there’s something there that shouldn’t be.
Henry
I miss being seen for who I am and not what I look like. Ever since I was young I changed and I became transparent. Unfortunate, but I would like to be seen again.
Erin
we’re all transparent. we think we hide our litle secrets inside, but it’s impossible. it’s obvious when theres something wrong. at least i hope it is, or humans are screwed
kevin seagraves
the ghost was meant to be transparent, not a rock solid entity, pounding the shit out of me. Everything thing I had been told by those books by so called experts was wrong, I was fighting for my life against a ghost that
trak
There is dust on the window and I can barely see through it but I know it is still transparent. I know this because life has taught me certain inalienable truths that will always be true no matter what happens to our bodies and minds — they adhere to the laws of physics. I am lying in this hospital bed and I can no longer breathe on my own I cannot hold my children or touch my wife or breathe the same breath as her but just the same the sunlight shines through the window it is transparent it is fading away just like me
Sea
live is not fun to eat. but having a transparent piece of paper is fun to use for art i use it for my decon book
alyse
I am transparent. At Least when I am around you. I don’t even think there is an outline to my body, no silver lining. I am transparent. I feel everyday as though no one can see me, or at least don’t care enough to lift their heads and look.
Emily Graham
The glass is transparent. Actually, I suppose it’s more translucent. Maybe. I don’t know. The projector paper would be transparent. You can see through it. The ghost is transparent. He has an icy feel to him. When you look deep within his eyes, you can see the grief and suffering he’s been through.
Christina
give me something i can see
i can feel
i can touch and grab and taste and
be
transparent.
mk
I am transparent.
I am a leaf, in autumn’s breath, that thins and falls to the ground. The grass is my couch. I reveal myself to it, thinning so all can see through me. My veins are revealed in their quiet wending and turning. They tell stories of my present and future, my hopes and my dreams.
Laurie
The world seems so…distant. I see things as if they were from a TV screen. Detatched, transparent, and one dimensional. I like it this way.
Maia Fitch
see through
Anonymous
clear plastic foil, wrapped around a new doll… american girl… bought by the mom to make the daughter happy… the spoiled little girl… who doesn’t know what she wants… she thinks she wants the doll, that the doll will make it all better… but that’s not it at all… she just wants her mom…
j
you can see through things that are transparent. ghosts are transparent. opacity is the opposite of transparency. glad wrap is transparent. so is glass. transparent means you can see through it.
mitchell
I love Alex Wilder.
mmMMmMMmm
Its how many people think of others. Describing something you can see but you can look straight through without any problem.
I’ve always been able to see
right through you.
every single lie you told,
and every breath was wearing old;
I know now
you couldn’t even look me
in the eyes with the
truths you couldn’t speak
still dancing
on the tip of your tongue.
Invisible you are unable to see or feel it lifes mistakes are transparent to the neighbours eyes
I sat crying on a bench in a park miles away from home. And you said I was hard to get to know. I don’t open up. And I cried and cried. I’m sorry I said. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I’m so afraid.
And you said it was okay. And it wasn’t.
There was nothing transparent about her emotions. She kept them hidden like a well-oiled safe. She kept the combination to herself. No one would know what she was feeling – especially that good for nothing she was in love with. Nothing political could see her through this crisis. She certainly wasn’t a smooth talker. But she could keep a secret. No, there was nothing transparent about her at all.
it was so transparent. her face, her expression. like a deer in headlights, she couldn’t hide her love any more. it was too painful, and he read her like a book, only, this time he never had cared. all he did was walk through her as if she were a ghost, and she wept without witnesses. if only, she thought, i could melt into the stars and become as transparent as the atmosphere.
You see right through me but you still don’t understand me. I am transparent but I feel like a wall in front of you. Do you understand what you do to me and how make me feel….to look right through me but never see or hear me
you dont see me
but i see you
come here love , and let me touch
you may think im not here but i am , im with you
you feel my presence but your eyes wont let you see
you kn ow im here thats why you are aware of my appearance
im watching over you my child let life be
always flyw ith wings over the cool wild sea
transparency is the epitome of modern marvels that coagulates the probability of circumcision.
clear
clear
clear
ghosts are transparent. so are people who lie about who they are. they have no sense of self, they cannot see who they truly are, and thus, neither can anyone else. its sad. the world deserves to see you. dont sell yourself short
transparent is when you can see something or threw it like an onion cut to thin
transparent like a sheet of glass
you look right through me, stare right past.
what’s more, when i try to make sound
you can’t hear me, don’t turn around.
what a condition, it seems to me
you do this to me purposefully.
one day i’ll fly and travel far,
and you’ll be stuck in your glass jar.
the world is transparent and by that i mean u can see through ne one or ne thing if u care to look we are all just carbonish copies and cobinations all working and doing
I can see through you , there’s nothing there but the wall behind you. Nothing but a glassy sheen that begs to have color. Nothing but raw desire, empty.
That’s transparent ^. :)
empty, holy, ghosts, lies, see through, easy, overhead projector
She felt as if she was transparent. Volnerable, exposed, as if her every thought were visable to everyone else. She hated this about herself; why couldn’t she keep things to herself> She felt as if she wore her heart on her sleeve, for the whole world to see her frailties, her insecurities.
She felt as if she was transparent. Volnerable, exposed, as if her every thought were visable to everyone else. She hated this about herself; why couldn’t she keep things to herself> She felt as if she wore her heart on her sleeve, for the whole world to see her frailties, her insecurities.
She was transparent, but what a whiny thing to say that was so she kept it to herself. The worst part wasn’t that everyone else could see through her bullshit, no. The worst part? She could see through it, too.
X-Rays are almost transparent. Some parts of them, at least. The more transparency there is something, the worse. Because that means there’s something there that shouldn’t be.
I miss being seen for who I am and not what I look like. Ever since I was young I changed and I became transparent. Unfortunate, but I would like to be seen again.
we’re all transparent. we think we hide our litle secrets inside, but it’s impossible. it’s obvious when theres something wrong. at least i hope it is, or humans are screwed
the ghost was meant to be transparent, not a rock solid entity, pounding the shit out of me. Everything thing I had been told by those books by so called experts was wrong, I was fighting for my life against a ghost that
There is dust on the window and I can barely see through it but I know it is still transparent. I know this because life has taught me certain inalienable truths that will always be true no matter what happens to our bodies and minds — they adhere to the laws of physics. I am lying in this hospital bed and I can no longer breathe on my own I cannot hold my children or touch my wife or breathe the same breath as her but just the same the sunlight shines through the window it is transparent it is fading away just like me
live is not fun to eat. but having a transparent piece of paper is fun to use for art i use it for my decon book
I am transparent. At Least when I am around you. I don’t even think there is an outline to my body, no silver lining. I am transparent. I feel everyday as though no one can see me, or at least don’t care enough to lift their heads and look.
The glass is transparent. Actually, I suppose it’s more translucent. Maybe. I don’t know. The projector paper would be transparent. You can see through it. The ghost is transparent. He has an icy feel to him. When you look deep within his eyes, you can see the grief and suffering he’s been through.
give me something i can see
i can feel
i can touch and grab and taste and
be
transparent.
I am transparent.
I am a leaf, in autumn’s breath, that thins and falls to the ground. The grass is my couch. I reveal myself to it, thinning so all can see through me. My veins are revealed in their quiet wending and turning. They tell stories of my present and future, my hopes and my dreams.
The world seems so…distant. I see things as if they were from a TV screen. Detatched, transparent, and one dimensional. I like it this way.
see through
clear plastic foil, wrapped around a new doll… american girl… bought by the mom to make the daughter happy… the spoiled little girl… who doesn’t know what she wants… she thinks she wants the doll, that the doll will make it all better… but that’s not it at all… she just wants her mom…
you can see through things that are transparent. ghosts are transparent. opacity is the opposite of transparency. glad wrap is transparent. so is glass. transparent means you can see through it.
I love Alex Wilder.
Its how many people think of others. Describing something you can see but you can look straight through without any problem.
something that’s clearrr. like water!
transparent
something that is clear?