We wear our hearts on our sleeves. Feelings can be so transparent, even when we think we are hiding them deeply. But isn’t that a good thing? Feelings are meant to be shared, meant to be transparent.
Cindy
transparent is how you feel when you’ve been lied to and gossiped about. it’s a hard feeling to get used to.
aine.
Transparent is what I’d like choices to be. Clear maps of the ways, of the paths I could choose, never getting lost, always knowing where to go. Blueprints, fitting.
Anonymous
it’s so transparent that you like him. why can’t you see that we see? it
‘s so oooobvious. moo. i know how to lock this. don’t i? yeeesss, he esplained it to me. espalines. yeyeyheheheh hehehh
jl
Such a thin layer of glass between us, so clear, so transparent, yet it divides us in ways we can’t even comprehend. Why are so close yet so divided? Can we not break through the transparent lies to touch the solid truth beneath? Please, try. For me.
Amy
Such a thin layer of glass between us, so clear, so transparent, yet it divides us in ways we can’t even comprehend. Why are so close yet so divided? Can we not break through the transparent lies to touch the solid truth beneath? Please, try. For me.
Amy
Careful walls set up. Don’t want anyone to see through. Hoping it doesn’t collapse, hoping no one can see you, see me. I don’t want to be alone but I don’t want to be let in. I’m content in my box, my solid box life. But I fear, I fear that I’m just transparent.
John
Transparent seems to be the word of the moment. Everything in life has to be transparent. What about a bit of good old fashioned mystery sometimes. That way there may be a nice surprise around the corner.
A Weir
I could see right through his lies.
Transparent.
Saw the deceit in his eyes.
Transparent.
Knew he never meant a word he said.
Transparent.
His key phrase “Better Dead than Wed.”
Transparent.
Jessica Sanford
I’ve always wanted to have a transparent table, which probably sounds really weird. But my dad said that when he was a kid, his table was transparent – it was made of glass. His dog would come up underneath the table and stare at him, and my dad would give her food; I wish dinner at my house could be like that.
bridget d.
Transparent – isn’t that what we all strive to be, integrated in our life and ethics so that we can be open to others? It’s more difficult than it seems, it seems, as it is no instinctual to shade that which is not so desirable or that we think might not be.
Anonymous
It was terrifying to watch the transparent plastic wrap closing over my face, layer after layer of clingy, stifling plastic covering my face until I couldn’t breathe anymore. Then I began to struggle. Try as I might, I couldn’t break free. I was trapped within, breathless and choking.
vish
my heart might be covered over with muscle, bones and tissues of all sorts yet my caring is obvious, i am transparent
mike
Life is transparent, we see through it as if sometimes, it ever existed. It’s unfortunate that this occurs.
We see through situations, things that should matter… and we focus on what doesn’t matter.
M.Conti
You thought you weren’t visible. You were wrong. That’s as simple as it gets.
Th transparent slip of plastic slid easily into the space between the door and its facing. No easily discernible components could be seen in the card, but as it made contact with the metal locking mechanism, the card seemed to melt and it slid into and around the mechanism, freeing the door to be opened.
Daniel M.
I like to think I am tranparent in the way I live my life. I’m an open book. I am what am; take it or leave it. I don’t do anything I would be ashamed of so take a look – I have nothing to hide!
Mere
It wasn’t that the shirt was trashy. It was just transparent. Her mom handed her an undershirt.
“Wear this under it,” she commanded. “No one wants to see your nipples.”
That’s what you think, she thought.
Leslie Cook
Cellophane is transparent. Transparent packages of light with no gifts inside like ghosts. Windows are transparent except when dripping with frost.
Jessica Gonsoulin
Transparent as a freshly washed window, my soul is laid bare before my lover. He pulls out the Windex and searches for spots. I toss him out with the bottle.
Deanna Christian
you’re as transparent as glass. All your insecurties, the self doubt. YOu have to step, no stomp on people in order to feel good about yourself. You have no center. You need to love yourself, flaws and all. Make the inner you smile. Then you’ll stop hurting those around you.
jill
transparent. its when you can see through something clearly. like glass. its sorta a clear color. windshields in cars are transparent because if they were not, then nobody could see where they are going. glasses are usually trasnsparent so you can see what you are drinking.
Nic
a being of another dimension. A sudden change in course. an abrubt stop
Sonny Vida
can u see me?
no.
ayc
Well I am here, and would like to tell you about hiwaar at: http://www.hiwaar.com
there you can find me and know more about me
Welcome
Hiwaar
See through, like silk. glass, plastic. Sometimes colourful, with a thousand colours streaming out when the light shines through. Can also be actions or motives, as when as a person is honest.
Jemma
i bought it because the light shone right through it. I didn’t know what it meant. What it stood for.
poolea
And all I wanted was to see that smile one last time. Everything bad would seem transparent, if you’d be by my side. If I could see you smile.
Megan Marquez
love
Paal
beyond your flesh. I see through you. Clear as water, a glassy surface to ponder.
Beyond the crystal smoothness.
Sirius Joker
Transparent. Most peoples underlying reason for doing things is often apparent to me. I can read people really well. Their poor attempts at hiding their real truths are nothing more than a transparent smoke screen that I can easily see through.
Destiny
you’re so transparent, i can always see right through you. why are you so fake? what’s the reason? there is none. people will always see right through you, they’ll eventually find out who you really are. so what’s the point? give up, be real, be you.
stephanie lewis
reply only behind fish matrix cannon blight maroon scramble onward.
rick
There was a transparent fish. He floated around, trying to be visable. But he could not. He spent all of his trying to be flashy, like all of the other fish, but to no avail.
And then, one day, he suddenly realized he WAS a flashy fish! But he just had never given himself enough credit.
Wee~
Hidden. Nothing visible. Don’t bother.
Naddie.
sometimes people can be so damn transparent. i just wish for once thast even if someone is fake, that they could be good enough to play it off and seem real. i hate being able to see right through people. like, honestly. how predictable can you get?
eden ariah
They call me the Transparent.
My children are truth, honesty, and cellophane.
The truth is?
They are adopted.
Except for cellophane. I’m pretty sure he’s mine.
Brock F. Powell
see through, sometimes i feel like people see right through eachother, not in a knowing way, like we arent here, i dont fear it, its just saddening, mankind is losing touch with itself in my opinion. i wish we were all a little closer.
We wear our hearts on our sleeves. Feelings can be so transparent, even when we think we are hiding them deeply. But isn’t that a good thing? Feelings are meant to be shared, meant to be transparent.
transparent is how you feel when you’ve been lied to and gossiped about. it’s a hard feeling to get used to.
Transparent is what I’d like choices to be. Clear maps of the ways, of the paths I could choose, never getting lost, always knowing where to go. Blueprints, fitting.
it’s so transparent that you like him. why can’t you see that we see? it
‘s so oooobvious. moo. i know how to lock this. don’t i? yeeesss, he esplained it to me. espalines. yeyeyheheheh hehehh
Such a thin layer of glass between us, so clear, so transparent, yet it divides us in ways we can’t even comprehend. Why are so close yet so divided? Can we not break through the transparent lies to touch the solid truth beneath? Please, try. For me.
Such a thin layer of glass between us, so clear, so transparent, yet it divides us in ways we can’t even comprehend. Why are so close yet so divided? Can we not break through the transparent lies to touch the solid truth beneath? Please, try. For me.
Careful walls set up. Don’t want anyone to see through. Hoping it doesn’t collapse, hoping no one can see you, see me. I don’t want to be alone but I don’t want to be let in. I’m content in my box, my solid box life. But I fear, I fear that I’m just transparent.
Transparent seems to be the word of the moment. Everything in life has to be transparent. What about a bit of good old fashioned mystery sometimes. That way there may be a nice surprise around the corner.
I could see right through his lies.
Transparent.
Saw the deceit in his eyes.
Transparent.
Knew he never meant a word he said.
Transparent.
His key phrase “Better Dead than Wed.”
Transparent.
I’ve always wanted to have a transparent table, which probably sounds really weird. But my dad said that when he was a kid, his table was transparent – it was made of glass. His dog would come up underneath the table and stare at him, and my dad would give her food; I wish dinner at my house could be like that.
Transparent – isn’t that what we all strive to be, integrated in our life and ethics so that we can be open to others? It’s more difficult than it seems, it seems, as it is no instinctual to shade that which is not so desirable or that we think might not be.
It was terrifying to watch the transparent plastic wrap closing over my face, layer after layer of clingy, stifling plastic covering my face until I couldn’t breathe anymore. Then I began to struggle. Try as I might, I couldn’t break free. I was trapped within, breathless and choking.
my heart might be covered over with muscle, bones and tissues of all sorts yet my caring is obvious, i am transparent
Life is transparent, we see through it as if sometimes, it ever existed. It’s unfortunate that this occurs.
We see through situations, things that should matter… and we focus on what doesn’t matter.
You thought you weren’t visible. You were wrong. That’s as simple as it gets.
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invisible translucent, sheer. slight, light, lovely, hidden, plain, pretty, lovely, lit,
Th transparent slip of plastic slid easily into the space between the door and its facing. No easily discernible components could be seen in the card, but as it made contact with the metal locking mechanism, the card seemed to melt and it slid into and around the mechanism, freeing the door to be opened.
I like to think I am tranparent in the way I live my life. I’m an open book. I am what am; take it or leave it. I don’t do anything I would be ashamed of so take a look – I have nothing to hide!
It wasn’t that the shirt was trashy. It was just transparent. Her mom handed her an undershirt.
“Wear this under it,” she commanded. “No one wants to see your nipples.”
That’s what you think, she thought.
Cellophane is transparent. Transparent packages of light with no gifts inside like ghosts. Windows are transparent except when dripping with frost.
Transparent as a freshly washed window, my soul is laid bare before my lover. He pulls out the Windex and searches for spots. I toss him out with the bottle.
you’re as transparent as glass. All your insecurties, the self doubt. YOu have to step, no stomp on people in order to feel good about yourself. You have no center. You need to love yourself, flaws and all. Make the inner you smile. Then you’ll stop hurting those around you.
transparent. its when you can see through something clearly. like glass. its sorta a clear color. windshields in cars are transparent because if they were not, then nobody could see where they are going. glasses are usually trasnsparent so you can see what you are drinking.
a being of another dimension. A sudden change in course. an abrubt stop
can u see me?
no.
Well I am here, and would like to tell you about hiwaar at: http://www.hiwaar.com
there you can find me and know more about me
Welcome
See through, like silk. glass, plastic. Sometimes colourful, with a thousand colours streaming out when the light shines through. Can also be actions or motives, as when as a person is honest.
i bought it because the light shone right through it. I didn’t know what it meant. What it stood for.
And all I wanted was to see that smile one last time. Everything bad would seem transparent, if you’d be by my side. If I could see you smile.
love
beyond your flesh. I see through you. Clear as water, a glassy surface to ponder.
Beyond the crystal smoothness.
Transparent. Most peoples underlying reason for doing things is often apparent to me. I can read people really well. Their poor attempts at hiding their real truths are nothing more than a transparent smoke screen that I can easily see through.
you’re so transparent, i can always see right through you. why are you so fake? what’s the reason? there is none. people will always see right through you, they’ll eventually find out who you really are. so what’s the point? give up, be real, be you.
reply only behind fish matrix cannon blight maroon scramble onward.
There was a transparent fish. He floated around, trying to be visable. But he could not. He spent all of his trying to be flashy, like all of the other fish, but to no avail.
And then, one day, he suddenly realized he WAS a flashy fish! But he just had never given himself enough credit.
Hidden. Nothing visible. Don’t bother.
sometimes people can be so damn transparent. i just wish for once thast even if someone is fake, that they could be good enough to play it off and seem real. i hate being able to see right through people. like, honestly. how predictable can you get?
They call me the Transparent.
My children are truth, honesty, and cellophane.
The truth is?
They are adopted.
Except for cellophane. I’m pretty sure he’s mine.
see through, sometimes i feel like people see right through eachother, not in a knowing way, like we arent here, i dont fear it, its just saddening, mankind is losing touch with itself in my opinion. i wish we were all a little closer.