its gone for the moment you must find it. because if you dont youll go crazy untill you do. it hides in drawers and on counters with lots of papaers opn it it could be keys or a letter or it could be something relly important oh no i have to find it!!!!! this sucks
in the midst of soo many people and things, inconceivable that to make a difference might be possible amongst all this trash, western dreams of nothingness nya ha ha……. wat ta ta tat…
hidden deep within the veins of my heart,burns a fire so bright,yet i cannot suffice it to the surface,or bring it close to your face,if only i was brave enough,sigh.
hidden in the deep within the veins of my heart,burns a fire so bright,yet i cannot suffice it to the surface,or bring it close to your face,if only i was brave enough,sigh.
not visible to the naked eye, makes me wonder what i’m missing, is there more to me tha i don’t show others? what is the purpose of secrets? are they just called that to entice others? how long can a secret really be kept? I think i’m actually pretty good at secrets, too bad I don’t know more
Underneath your eyes, I know it’s there. The truth. How you fel, what you believe and what I mean to yo…But you are gone, hidden, distant and all those feelings…do they die or just lie dormant?
The have never faded for me. They linger, and they taunt and they arise at times like a high tide and I am overwhelmed.
I want you to go away and O want you to come back and I do’t know which is worse.
and so i sit here at 4 am awake while my lover sleeps and thik only of you
He thought he was completely hidden in the long green grass. He was wrong. They spotted him and screamed running towards him, brandishing swords and all things sharp. He ran away from them as fast as he could, never stopping to look back.
some times you can see it, and sometimes you can’t. The bets thing is that you usually get happy to find it. Sometimes its hidden so that no one will find it, but being hidden implies that it will be found.
so don’t hid it then, just destroy it.
aloof, wandering among the heath of craniums begotten,,lost but happy,,secure in the shell of something,,I know not what I am hidden inside,oh well,,peace
He looked behind him hurriedly, wondering where the sound was coming from. Quickly, he snatched her hand and pulled her aside into the alley. Pressed closely together, they were out of sight of passersby, but they were also very close. She could feel his breath and wondered if he knew what he was doing to her. She pulled him close and kissed him.
everyone always hides away from sawan limbu because he is a big angry monster who lives in the cupboard under the stairs. he lays there awake at night, waiting for children to come down for a glass of milk….as they walk past his cupboard on their way back from the fridge he jumps out and gobbles them all up!
when i try to go and run and keep and stare a minute ago a minute pass by dont tell anybody im you and your me again and again and again an again what did i tell do? what did you teel me? i was suprised you were unluky tonight night
i was hidded, sucluded, cut off from everything, darkness surrounded me, warmed, a blanket. Hide, quick, now! In and Out of calm places, In and out and scary places.
It was hidden somewhere that i couldn’t find it. I searched forever, and just when i thought it was going to be elusive forever, It appeared. Like a knight in shining armor ready to whisk me away. I wonder now why I didn’t see it before, even though it was right there before my eyes.
Under the mattress perhaps, or did she put it at the back of her underwear drawer. I have looked there already, she is getting agitated. I wonder about looking back in her handbag again or what about in the light shade that is never switched on? In the end months go by before she remembers that she put it in her toilet bag. Dear Mum, bless her and her safe wallet.
all covered up, no one can see me i wish i was hidden forever because in all reality i really don’t want to be here. i want to be hidden away from anyone who will hurt me or even look at me or judge me. i can’t do this forever. hiding would solve it all. maybe.
So much about everyone is unknown. we walk this earth strangers to our own, sometimes barely kicking up the dust and uncovering something hidden about those we know. We my smirk, we may be delighted, or we may recoil, but one thing is for sure, we all have that little something.
something that none can see save for one person because if none could see then it would not exist. something hidden may be for good or evil. something hidden may cause a feeling of lonleyness, or love as in proctection.
in a large basket full of old beans, a man found what he believed to be a sad banana shaped hat of an old circus clown that couldn’t deliver his comedy properly. He quickly grabbed his rifle and headed out the door in search of that clown, because he wanted to give the rifle to the clown as a gift.
I like to hide things. That way I forget about them. Then, sometime in the future, I’ll stumble across the hidden thing, and relish the fact that I own such a thing. This works very for money, mostly. I’ll hide money, and that way, I actually save money. When I find it, I realize I have more money then I thought I did a few minutes prior. It’s such a great feeling.
i am hidden from the people whom i dont wanna be seen by. so i dodge them to no avail for they constanly pop up unwanted in my life being incognito or hidden is very important to me just so i can conceal my self and feelings
Im hiddden in the dark dpeths of humanity, strugling to get out, I can’t see an escape. The black hole is coming and I can’t hide forever, it’ll swallow me, I’ll fall into oblivion. Furthur than before. If I stay hidden though, keep my feelings hidden, and me I’ll be okay. Just keep hidden.
hidden geez this is hard. well. i suppose i could talk about hidden feelings. a lot of people have those. like ben. he has a lot i think. idk hes pretty awesome. well everyone wants to be hidden. like i want to hide from my rents right now just cuz i cant stand them. sometimes i want to hide form the whole world cuz its just so confusing. yeah. idk how much time i have left…oh wait..it just said times up.
hidden inside are the deepest of man’s desires. Yet we’ll never truly know what is hidden in the depths of man unless we carve out the very things that make us who we are. Without thought without feelings we are hidden to the world. Hidden to all. Hidden to ourselves.
Hidden at the base of the yellow pine tree was a clear and concise book of rhyming phrases, commonly used by poets. How did this get here?, the young monk asked himself. What purpose would this hold?
He picked up the volume, tucked it into the folds of his attire, and continued on his way.
i have a dwarf hidden in my chest hair it comes out periodicly to say hello to people passnog by. it often feasts on the dandruff left in my bush of hair.
the child is hidden in the closet, she knows the ghost man can find her there, but it is her last refuge. She waits, not breathing, while he floats through the room, feeling her heartbeat in her ears, she knows that he can hear her.
i see nobody i see myself. my face. it is hidden beneath everything and all of the hands i have shaken. i cannot move under these sheets i have no parents and i am hiding underneath my own self esteem. i work and never play. i forgot how to make a simple phone call. i am hidden. i am nothing i am nothing.
Maybe lots of things in life,
maybe the good things, maybe the bad, maybe and probably both.
Most things that are hidden are hidden for a good reason,
but yet one finds that the most interesting things will always be the hidden ones,
Hopefully the mysterys of some of the best things in life will be uncovered, therefore making it a better and more interesting place.
a hidden treasure was at the bottom of the lake, but nobody knew it was there, so it stayed there forever, until the end of time, you know, when the angels came, but they weren’t interested in treasure, because they were used to heaven, which is loaded with treasure.
We often tend to hide from our base instincts. It’s difficult to face up to irrational desires that are always lurking in our minds, but once we attain this skill it can be of immense help in becoming more well-adjusted and self-aware.
its gone for the moment you must find it. because if you dont youll go crazy untill you do. it hides in drawers and on counters with lots of papaers opn it it could be keys or a letter or it could be something relly important oh no i have to find it!!!!! this sucks
To me magical, never ending. The mysterious wander that comes to mind. Without of sight. Never more expected. Unknown, in a wonderous way.
in the midst of soo many people and things, inconceivable that to make a difference might be possible amongst all this trash, western dreams of nothingness nya ha ha……. wat ta ta tat…
hidden deep within the veins of my heart,burns a fire so bright,yet i cannot suffice it to the surface,or bring it close to your face,if only i was brave enough,sigh.
hidden in the deep within the veins of my heart,burns a fire so bright,yet i cannot suffice it to the surface,or bring it close to your face,if only i was brave enough,sigh.
not visible to the naked eye, makes me wonder what i’m missing, is there more to me tha i don’t show others? what is the purpose of secrets? are they just called that to entice others? how long can a secret really be kept? I think i’m actually pretty good at secrets, too bad I don’t know more
That which people don’t know about me.
Underneath your eyes, I know it’s there. The truth. How you fel, what you believe and what I mean to yo…But you are gone, hidden, distant and all those feelings…do they die or just lie dormant?
The have never faded for me. They linger, and they taunt and they arise at times like a high tide and I am overwhelmed.
I want you to go away and O want you to come back and I do’t know which is worse.
and so i sit here at 4 am awake while my lover sleeps and thik only of you
is it fair? Not at all. Is it real..yes.
Do you care?
I wish I knew…
call me…it’s been years…
He thought he was completely hidden in the long green grass. He was wrong. They spotted him and screamed running towards him, brandishing swords and all things sharp. He ran away from them as fast as he could, never stopping to look back.
cave just a place to hide, kids, masks, music, halloween
ne ki bu şimdi
some times you can see it, and sometimes you can’t. The bets thing is that you usually get happy to find it. Sometimes its hidden so that no one will find it, but being hidden implies that it will be found.
so don’t hid it then, just destroy it.
aloof, wandering among the heath of craniums begotten,,lost but happy,,secure in the shell of something,,I know not what I am hidden inside,oh well,,peace
He looked behind him hurriedly, wondering where the sound was coming from. Quickly, he snatched her hand and pulled her aside into the alley. Pressed closely together, they were out of sight of passersby, but they were also very close. She could feel his breath and wondered if he knew what he was doing to her. She pulled him close and kissed him.
everyone always hides away from sawan limbu because he is a big angry monster who lives in the cupboard under the stairs. he lays there awake at night, waiting for children to come down for a glass of milk….as they walk past his cupboard on their way back from the fridge he jumps out and gobbles them all up!
he never gets full.
endangered, and alone. hidden, and afraid.
Just as anyone would feel if they’d lost their soul-mate.
(just sockin’ it to ya)
when i try to go and run and keep and stare a minute ago a minute pass by dont tell anybody im you and your me again and again and again an again what did i tell do? what did you teel me? i was suprised you were unluky tonight night
i was hidded, sucluded, cut off from everything, darkness surrounded me, warmed, a blanket. Hide, quick, now! In and Out of calm places, In and out and scary places.
Forever and ever hidden.
Hidden in my heart is the love i can’t give.
It was hidden somewhere that i couldn’t find it. I searched forever, and just when i thought it was going to be elusive forever, It appeared. Like a knight in shining armor ready to whisk me away. I wonder now why I didn’t see it before, even though it was right there before my eyes.
Under the mattress perhaps, or did she put it at the back of her underwear drawer. I have looked there already, she is getting agitated. I wonder about looking back in her handbag again or what about in the light shade that is never switched on? In the end months go by before she remembers that she put it in her toilet bag. Dear Mum, bless her and her safe wallet.
all covered up, no one can see me i wish i was hidden forever because in all reality i really don’t want to be here. i want to be hidden away from anyone who will hurt me or even look at me or judge me. i can’t do this forever. hiding would solve it all. maybe.
So much about everyone is unknown. we walk this earth strangers to our own, sometimes barely kicking up the dust and uncovering something hidden about those we know. We my smirk, we may be delighted, or we may recoil, but one thing is for sure, we all have that little something.
something that none can see save for one person because if none could see then it would not exist. something hidden may be for good or evil. something hidden may cause a feeling of lonleyness, or love as in proctection.
in a large basket full of old beans, a man found what he believed to be a sad banana shaped hat of an old circus clown that couldn’t deliver his comedy properly. He quickly grabbed his rifle and headed out the door in search of that clown, because he wanted to give the rifle to the clown as a gift.
I like to hide things. That way I forget about them. Then, sometime in the future, I’ll stumble across the hidden thing, and relish the fact that I own such a thing. This works very for money, mostly. I’ll hide money, and that way, I actually save money. When I find it, I realize I have more money then I thought I did a few minutes prior. It’s such a great feeling.
i am hidden from the people whom i dont wanna be seen by. so i dodge them to no avail for they constanly pop up unwanted in my life being incognito or hidden is very important to me just so i can conceal my self and feelings
Im hiddden in the dark dpeths of humanity, strugling to get out, I can’t see an escape. The black hole is coming and I can’t hide forever, it’ll swallow me, I’ll fall into oblivion. Furthur than before. If I stay hidden though, keep my feelings hidden, and me I’ll be okay. Just keep hidden.
secrets, skeletons buried deep in corner’s closets,
shaking desperately, afraid to be discovered,
aware that eventually light will shine through-
cobwebs of lies!
hidden geez this is hard. well. i suppose i could talk about hidden feelings. a lot of people have those. like ben. he has a lot i think. idk hes pretty awesome. well everyone wants to be hidden. like i want to hide from my rents right now just cuz i cant stand them. sometimes i want to hide form the whole world cuz its just so confusing. yeah. idk how much time i have left…oh wait..it just said times up.
hidden inside are the deepest of man’s desires. Yet we’ll never truly know what is hidden in the depths of man unless we carve out the very things that make us who we are. Without thought without feelings we are hidden to the world. Hidden to all. Hidden to ourselves.
Hidden at the base of the yellow pine tree was a clear and concise book of rhyming phrases, commonly used by poets. How did this get here?, the young monk asked himself. What purpose would this hold?
He picked up the volume, tucked it into the folds of his attire, and continued on his way.
i have a dwarf hidden in my chest hair it comes out periodicly to say hello to people passnog by. it often feasts on the dandruff left in my bush of hair.
the child is hidden in the closet, she knows the ghost man can find her there, but it is her last refuge. She waits, not breathing, while he floats through the room, feeling her heartbeat in her ears, she knows that he can hear her.
i see nobody i see myself. my face. it is hidden beneath everything and all of the hands i have shaken. i cannot move under these sheets i have no parents and i am hiding underneath my own self esteem. i work and never play. i forgot how to make a simple phone call. i am hidden. i am nothing i am nothing.
all is hidden elces cones coming from nowhere and hiding within what you thought you’d put there before but had left elsewhere. how do you
Maybe lots of things in life,
maybe the good things, maybe the bad, maybe and probably both.
Most things that are hidden are hidden for a good reason,
but yet one finds that the most interesting things will always be the hidden ones,
Hopefully the mysterys of some of the best things in life will be uncovered, therefore making it a better and more interesting place.
a hidden treasure was at the bottom of the lake, but nobody knew it was there, so it stayed there forever, until the end of time, you know, when the angels came, but they weren’t interested in treasure, because they were used to heaven, which is loaded with treasure.
We often tend to hide from our base instincts. It’s difficult to face up to irrational desires that are always lurking in our minds, but once we attain this skill it can be of immense help in becoming more well-adjusted and self-aware.
hide away from the world…just run away and forget about everything in a place that makes you forget about the horrors of the world