She kept it hidden, like an old cardboard box ducttaped shut and tucked away in an attic to collect dust. No one talked about it; they pretended they didn’t even know it existed. But the truth was there, staring back from empty eyes.
He used to wait for her to tell him…but she never did. Eventually he climbed up into the attic &
Sometimes i wish I could just hide all my thoughts and feelings away in a box and burry it so that they would never have to trouble me again. It is hard to sit and think about all the things I would not have said or done had I not had feeling. Why do we need to feel anyway?
i wouldn’t keep mine hidden if i knew where to find it. it’s so hidden i don’t even know what it is. maybe if i loosen up a little. if i meditate? i’m not sure what it’s going to take short of some interior global warming that will get that icy sea to break up and reveal what’s underneath it
there is a tree hidden inside my mind. it grows with your age and sometimes, the leaves die. this means you are upset. the tree waxes and wanes like the moon, like our moods, ever changing and shifting. i think the tree is dying. it is dying and it is hidden.
Something that can not be seen. Hiding from the SS as they looked through your home for Jews. Saving people by hiding the. The underground railroad. Running away from the law. hiding the serial number your received as you entered a concentration camp
closet that is hidden. hidden secrets. hidden depths. hidden likes and dislikes. that which can be seen with the naked eye. hidden talents. hidden passions. hidden life.
The chest was deep below the sea,
where all sorts of alien beings gathered around it
like a place of worship.
Inscribed on were symbols hitherto incomprehensible,
but they granted a sense of comfort the kingdoms of manta rays and cephalopods.
Little did they know they worshiped a cruel god,
and the pressure of the sea would soon release nuclear perdition on them all.
hidden under the tree lies my secret box. i have lots and lots of special things in there. i have the pink sticker mommy got my for my birthday. i have a piece of candy i took from ms. mandy’s desk when she wasn’t looking. mommy and daddy don’t know about it. so don’t tell them. i dug under the tree for a long long time and then i put the box in there and then i covered it up with dirt. shhhh make sure you don’t tell.
it was a long and broken road, upon reflection I never should have taken it; but it is senseless to dispute the past decisions now.
After several hours of painful travel I arrived at the ranch.
hidden like the time that falls at my feet. wandering this empty place with a lonely heart and wasted dreams. A silent nothing contaminates everything around me, everything inside me. I run into the night with hopes of answered prayers unspoken. who will hear me now? who will save me from this hell of mine.
hide here in the dark away count one two three ally ally oxen-free school kids hide under bed all the time hide from monsters strangers people alone in the dark crying pain away hidden witch down black evil smoke hide from him eyes scary bad hide
secretive forever lost never found it lies in wait behind the strings and the banners it murmurs and jangles in your pockets it has gold teeth and a smile of plaster it shakes rattles rolls and shapes the world in which you live take it for what it is or it will take you for all you’re worth
In the woods. I was that day. Not out of habit. I was being chased. I think by a man, not certain, really. I saw his face and ran. He was looking through my bedroom window. My parents did not come whne i called. They said he’d come for ome one day, the Vegetable Man. I can hear him. Closer. His celery legs bring him closer, faster. I can hear his broccoli stalk teeth chomping, chomping, chomping.
It’s my breath you see. No you can’t see, it is hidden. It smells, so you know it is there. Why do you care if you can see it? we are not cold. i am very warm, as is the breath on your cheek. So don’t doubt its presence.
I hid the spoon inside the mug, but it stuck out so it wasn’t really hidden. It was just a bit…well…too shallow to hide properly.
Now, if I ducked under my desk that would be hiding, wouldn’t it!? I mean really truely hiding. Sometimes I’d rather hide like a spoon rather than hide like a disgruntled office worker, but there you go.
hidden! like emotions, like thoughts, like faces. hide and go seek means nothing anymore, unfortunately. i’m sitting in art history, removed from reality, and i don’t know who i am. LOST: One teenage boy and his identity. If found, please call 555-HELP.
hidden is a negtive.. it tells us about the persons personality. it is not good to b hidden from anythin or anyone is is always good to reveal things bout ur own self
i m never hidden with my own self
i like done like thngs tht a r hidden is ones personality.
hidden means to hide. to keep a secret.
things should never b hidden with freinds and close relationships.
one should never b hiddenn from oneself.
ones sins are never hidden frm God
I found a hidden path in the ivey. Following this path for a spell i came upon a door in a rock wall. I entered the door and fell through time and space. When i emerged i felt older and more secure.
our feelings and emotions, often from ourselves. of course there are the mysteries of God and the unseen world which so many of us in the west have now been persuaded to dismiss.
in the depths of my heart rest this feeling, this urge, this desire to run, to flee this troubled land. I have no reason for this hidden desire or for its concealment aside from the part of you I wish hold forever dear.
It’s not there, it’s hiding!
I’m looking for truth, but you’re lying.
This situation, I’m crying.
Just expose yourself. Come clean.
That is the path to be seen.
I feel like I’m hiding my self deep in some dark cornor, while all the funny parts of the world will always be unknown. I’m hiding because I’m scared, and because I don’t know how to be normal and happy with other people. 4
I am not happy when I hide either. Can I ever be happy? In another universe perhaps, without anybody else, only people like me.
Hidden. A dog is hidden in a busy bee. A bush. A bush with busy bees. The bush is under a tree, which grows beautiful red apples. Apples are ridiculous and delicious and I only like them in fall. Fall, leaves fall. I fall down when I faint. I love Andrew. I wonder what happens after red.
i am hidden under the stairs for ou game of hide and seek. find the hidden and you win. i remain hidden until i am found. you can really only be one or the other, hidden or found.
the key was hidden inside her blouse, making a
slight indentation, she was wondering how she
would get to it before he noticed she was
hiding in the closet. He opened the door just
as she was undoing her top the strap of her
bra falling to tug at her shoulder. She saw
the look on his face first astonishment then
the look of pure joy, he had finally found her
after looking high and low he grabed her with
his left hand and hauled her out. She didnt want
to cry but the terror she felt inside started
creeping up choking her scream. Robert was just amazed at the luck he was just handed on the silver platter now he could finish what he had
started, he pulled her close and started taking off her top, feeling the sweat beading on his
brow.
hidden among my messy memories
like a silly ugly animal
i am scared to know
i am scared to hide
i cannot identify
the things that compile my elements
i am never whole
Hidden underneath layers of laziness, apathy, and disrespect is an ambitious physicist-in-training. What else do you want from me, you Puritain work ethic freaks? Did i not write enough for you?
What is hidden in the mind of man? Something shady and lurking in the darkness of a shadow? It is hidden in us all. And we must strive to uncover it with our brains.
garbage under the bush, dark street lights,
urben naborhood, cats walk by, then are gone,
birds fly about, my love for you, hidden.
She kept it hidden, like an old cardboard box ducttaped shut and tucked away in an attic to collect dust. No one talked about it; they pretended they didn’t even know it existed. But the truth was there, staring back from empty eyes.
He used to wait for her to tell him…but she never did. Eventually he climbed up into the attic &
Sometimes i wish I could just hide all my thoughts and feelings away in a box and burry it so that they would never have to trouble me again. It is hard to sit and think about all the things I would not have said or done had I not had feeling. Why do we need to feel anyway?
i wouldn’t keep mine hidden if i knew where to find it. it’s so hidden i don’t even know what it is. maybe if i loosen up a little. if i meditate? i’m not sure what it’s going to take short of some interior global warming that will get that icy sea to break up and reveal what’s underneath it
secret valley.
there is a tree hidden inside my mind. it grows with your age and sometimes, the leaves die. this means you are upset. the tree waxes and wanes like the moon, like our moods, ever changing and shifting. i think the tree is dying. it is dying and it is hidden.
Something that can not be seen. Hiding from the SS as they looked through your home for Jews. Saving people by hiding the. The underground railroad. Running away from the law. hiding the serial number your received as you entered a concentration camp
Go now my child to the hidden forest, that we love so well, gather all the animals and the wind will follow. The hidden dreams are near to us now.
closet that is hidden. hidden secrets. hidden depths. hidden likes and dislikes. that which can be seen with the naked eye. hidden talents. hidden passions. hidden life.
The chest was deep below the sea,
where all sorts of alien beings gathered around it
like a place of worship.
Inscribed on were symbols hitherto incomprehensible,
but they granted a sense of comfort the kingdoms of manta rays and cephalopods.
Little did they know they worshiped a cruel god,
and the pressure of the sea would soon release nuclear perdition on them all.
hidden under the tree lies my secret box. i have lots and lots of special things in there. i have the pink sticker mommy got my for my birthday. i have a piece of candy i took from ms. mandy’s desk when she wasn’t looking. mommy and daddy don’t know about it. so don’t tell them. i dug under the tree for a long long time and then i put the box in there and then i covered it up with dirt. shhhh make sure you don’t tell.
it was a long and broken road, upon reflection I never should have taken it; but it is senseless to dispute the past decisions now.
After several hours of painful travel I arrived at the ranch.
like a dark tree in a dark forest, small, safe, nothing to see, no one to pleae. See nothing. Miss everything. Learn more, feel less, embrace self.
From view. We all are.
hidden like the time that falls at my feet. wandering this empty place with a lonely heart and wasted dreams. A silent nothing contaminates everything around me, everything inside me. I run into the night with hopes of answered prayers unspoken. who will hear me now? who will save me from this hell of mine.
There’s a meowbag hidden away in an office in Brooklyn. She should be out and about riding around on a vacationee with a Faun. It’s so sad :(
hide here in the dark away count one two three ally ally oxen-free school kids hide under bed all the time hide from monsters strangers people alone in the dark crying pain away hidden witch down black evil smoke hide from him eyes scary bad hide
secretive forever lost never found it lies in wait behind the strings and the banners it murmurs and jangles in your pockets it has gold teeth and a smile of plaster it shakes rattles rolls and shapes the world in which you live take it for what it is or it will take you for all you’re worth
In the woods. I was that day. Not out of habit. I was being chased. I think by a man, not certain, really. I saw his face and ran. He was looking through my bedroom window. My parents did not come whne i called. They said he’d come for ome one day, the Vegetable Man. I can hear him. Closer. His celery legs bring him closer, faster. I can hear his broccoli stalk teeth chomping, chomping, chomping.
It’s my breath you see. No you can’t see, it is hidden. It smells, so you know it is there. Why do you care if you can see it? we are not cold. i am very warm, as is the breath on your cheek. So don’t doubt its presence.
I hid the spoon inside the mug, but it stuck out so it wasn’t really hidden. It was just a bit…well…too shallow to hide properly.
Now, if I ducked under my desk that would be hiding, wouldn’t it!? I mean really truely hiding. Sometimes I’d rather hide like a spoon rather than hide like a disgruntled office worker, but there you go.
hidden! like emotions, like thoughts, like faces. hide and go seek means nothing anymore, unfortunately. i’m sitting in art history, removed from reality, and i don’t know who i am. LOST: One teenage boy and his identity. If found, please call 555-HELP.
hidden is a negtive.. it tells us about the persons personality. it is not good to b hidden from anythin or anyone is is always good to reveal things bout ur own self
i m never hidden with my own self
i like done like thngs tht a r hidden is ones personality.
hidden means to hide. to keep a secret.
things should never b hidden with freinds and close relationships.
one should never b hiddenn from oneself.
ones sins are never hidden frm God
I found a hidden path in the ivey. Following this path for a spell i came upon a door in a rock wall. I entered the door and fell through time and space. When i emerged i felt older and more secure.
our feelings and emotions, often from ourselves. of course there are the mysteries of God and the unseen world which so many of us in the west have now been persuaded to dismiss.
avoid me innocence take away, im someone else, look deep inside me, dont hide from me, open up open up all the hidden bad things in the world
i am hidden inside
and underneath
places where
existence is temporary.
The mud and shrubs and the darkness made the long veil turn in the white light trying to find a way out through the unseen landscape.
in the depths of my heart rest this feeling, this urge, this desire to run, to flee this troubled land. I have no reason for this hidden desire or for its concealment aside from the part of you I wish hold forever dear.
It’s not there, it’s hiding!
I’m looking for truth, but you’re lying.
This situation, I’m crying.
Just expose yourself. Come clean.
That is the path to be seen.
I could not find my debit card when I needed it. I finally found it in my purse where it was supposed to be.
i was hidden it from you!
I feel like I’m hiding my self deep in some dark cornor, while all the funny parts of the world will always be unknown. I’m hiding because I’m scared, and because I don’t know how to be normal and happy with other people. 4
I am not happy when I hide either. Can I ever be happy? In another universe perhaps, without anybody else, only people like me.
I’m hiding
treasure,light under a bushel,depths of your being,agendas of deceit.
Hidden. A dog is hidden in a busy bee. A bush. A bush with busy bees. The bush is under a tree, which grows beautiful red apples. Apples are ridiculous and delicious and I only like them in fall. Fall, leaves fall. I fall down when I faint. I love Andrew. I wonder what happens after red.
i am hidden under the stairs for ou game of hide and seek. find the hidden and you win. i remain hidden until i am found. you can really only be one or the other, hidden or found.
the key was hidden inside her blouse, making a
slight indentation, she was wondering how she
would get to it before he noticed she was
hiding in the closet. He opened the door just
as she was undoing her top the strap of her
bra falling to tug at her shoulder. She saw
the look on his face first astonishment then
the look of pure joy, he had finally found her
after looking high and low he grabed her with
his left hand and hauled her out. She didnt want
to cry but the terror she felt inside started
creeping up choking her scream. Robert was just amazed at the luck he was just handed on the silver platter now he could finish what he had
started, he pulled her close and started taking off her top, feeling the sweat beading on his
brow.
hidden among my messy memories
like a silly ugly animal
i am scared to know
i am scared to hide
i cannot identify
the things that compile my elements
i am never whole
Hidden underneath layers of laziness, apathy, and disrespect is an ambitious physicist-in-training. What else do you want from me, you Puritain work ethic freaks? Did i not write enough for you?
What is hidden in the mind of man? Something shady and lurking in the darkness of a shadow? It is hidden in us all. And we must strive to uncover it with our brains.