you stood like a fortress, hands folded on your chest, away from me. i wondered how far you’d go to keep it from harm, from crushing and turning it into shattered glass or the last half of a cigarette they’d stomp with their shallow feet, and i was terrified someone in this world would even dare. you always fretted i’d break it, but little do you know you’re already ripping mine apart.
I hold up this wall because I think it guards me. My thoughts. My feelings. Me. Will you pull it down? Do you have the ability? Or have I built something so strong, so hard, that it’s difficult to pull down. Leave.
Poor is ill-fitting for thy name,
And yet, your name contains it,
Sound sole, perhaps, but sound’s the same
In compass of a language.
For you, dear saint, who throughout life
Tore down the walls we made divide,
Please, guard us all, until earth rife
With compassion stands with pride.
I should learn to guard my passions, to keep control of what keeps my heart beating. With a single word, a person can shred my soul and leave the raggedy pieces strewn about the cavernous pit in my stomach. I can’t let them tell me no.
“You put your guard up! You always do! You won’t let anyone in… I don’t know what I was doing, thinking I would be an exception.”
I turned from him, feeling tears sting my eyes.
He was.. he was the exception. I loved him.
But I still couldn’t tell him.
I couldn’t tell him who I was, I couldn’t tell him what I did for a living, it would only put him in danger.
I have security guard in my office. It’s not like they protect me alone. Their duty is to protect the building. They used to greet me in the morning. Usually
He is always wary. Because he is constantly on guard, it took almost two hours of convincingly worded arguments to finally wear him down. After all, we got what we wanted in the end at his expense.
Is there really only one word a day? That doesn’t quite fulfill the want that I have right now. Which is to write about many words and give many descriptions and tell so many stories that have not happened to me but may have happened to others out there. In the future, past, present. All of it. I want to say it all.
Well, i just wrote about this so i guess i’ll go over again what I just wrote.
Guard, something you do to protect something from exterior threats.
Those guys that stand outside of the Buckingham palace..
Something to fend off bad body odor.. ooo nice.
The guard shifted, wrapping himself in his arms. It was cold as all hell. He tried to light a smoke, maybe warm himself up from the inside, but the damp air wasn’t having it. “Fuck.” He said. Only eight more hours to go, standing ankle deep in slush in the middle of nowhere.
I’m always on the defensive
On foot in the doorway
And one hand in yours
I guard myself because
I am afraid of losing
Afraid of losing another
Human being
Afraid of them leaving
Again
They formed lines stretching throughout the landscape, all perfectly alligned all symetrical. All turned to find the freedom which they strove to guard had evaporated without their observation.
what is guard? guarding someone? im a treant protector, the guardian of the forest, just like any forest who guardin their son
you stood like a fortress, hands folded on your chest, away from me. i wondered how far you’d go to keep it from harm, from crushing and turning it into shattered glass or the last half of a cigarette they’d stomp with their shallow feet, and i was terrified someone in this world would even dare. you always fretted i’d break it, but little do you know you’re already ripping mine apart.
Keeping my guard up all the time is exhausting but seems to be necessary. No one can ever be trusted.
I hold up this wall because I think it guards me. My thoughts. My feelings. Me. Will you pull it down? Do you have the ability? Or have I built something so strong, so hard, that it’s difficult to pull down. Leave.
Poor is ill-fitting for thy name,
And yet, your name contains it,
Sound sole, perhaps, but sound’s the same
In compass of a language.
For you, dear saint, who throughout life
Tore down the walls we made divide,
Please, guard us all, until earth rife
With compassion stands with pride.
I should learn to guard my passions, to keep control of what keeps my heart beating. With a single word, a person can shred my soul and leave the raggedy pieces strewn about the cavernous pit in my stomach. I can’t let them tell me no.
“You put your guard up! You always do! You won’t let anyone in… I don’t know what I was doing, thinking I would be an exception.”
I turned from him, feeling tears sting my eyes.
He was.. he was the exception. I loved him.
But I still couldn’t tell him.
I couldn’t tell him who I was, I couldn’t tell him what I did for a living, it would only put him in danger.
“Melissa … you can trust me.”
I shook my head.
“You should go.”
en garde.
with eyes set to kill.
I begged you to trust me because I’ve seen where you’ve been.
On guard for your emotions; refusing to let me in.
I guard the wings with pearly light to make him dance freely. Please do not return it. Ailments have me freeze.
I have security guard in my office. It’s not like they protect me alone. Their duty is to protect the building. They used to greet me in the morning. Usually
He is always wary. Because he is constantly on guard, it took almost two hours of convincingly worded arguments to finally wear him down. After all, we got what we wanted in the end at his expense.
Is there really only one word a day? That doesn’t quite fulfill the want that I have right now. Which is to write about many words and give many descriptions and tell so many stories that have not happened to me but may have happened to others out there. In the future, past, present. All of it. I want to say it all.
Well, i just wrote about this so i guess i’ll go over again what I just wrote.
Guard, something you do to protect something from exterior threats.
Those guys that stand outside of the Buckingham palace..
Something to fend off bad body odor.. ooo nice.
Um. yeah.
The guard shifted, wrapping himself in his arms. It was cold as all hell. He tried to light a smoke, maybe warm himself up from the inside, but the damp air wasn’t having it. “Fuck.” He said. Only eight more hours to go, standing ankle deep in slush in the middle of nowhere.
“You have to be on your guard,” he told me, fingers trailing over my clenched jaw.
“Against?” I prompted, letting my fingers slide over his hands, dragging them away from me.
There was a brief moment of silence.
“Me.”
I’m always on the defensive
On foot in the doorway
And one hand in yours
I guard myself because
I am afraid of losing
Afraid of losing another
Human being
Afraid of them leaving
Again
They formed lines stretching throughout the landscape, all perfectly alligned all symetrical. All turned to find the freedom which they strove to guard had evaporated without their observation.