red, solid, immovable, hard, rock.
steadfast, honest, true.
broken, cracked, worn, ignored.
undone, redeemed, without thought.
moved by human hands, destroyed by nature.
if you were to build something and you wanted it to last, why not use something you could compile on itself? Would the stacking make you feel safer or would it just look pretty? Would you find it useful to be able to cement items into it? Could you hide away your secrets, and lock little trinkets in time by hiding them in the mortar you used to make your home
I like bricks.
Bricks are the foundation of life.
Physically and Metaphorically.
A brick doesn’t have to be something that makes a house.
It could be a person.
A pilar of strength.
a brick had fallen on my head. oh god. i lay on the concrete , dazed, breathless. It was unreal. i stared at the strreetlight directly over my hear, i was staring at 10 streetlights. finally, they became one, i sat up. i found myself grey, completely gray, covered in soot. Someone had bombed my school.
Bricks, building blocks. Sometimes red, grey, any colour you want em to be if you have a little paint. Build a bridge , build a house out of em. build a model. surrounded by bricks constantly. I long for a plank. But I’m insulated better like this.
The fake brick on the wall had to go I decided. I found a crow bar and began to tackle the project head on. I was afraid of what I might find after years of hiding but the wall just looks horrible.
The first time I saw a brick by itself, I was shocked, as a city child, I had only seen bricks as parts of walls, the tridimentional esscence of the brick simply overwhelmed me.
Brick-a-brack is where it’s at. The little here or there, neither. The soft lacey doilies and spent soda bottles, all for sale, on a lady’s lawn. She died last month.
The red bricks seemed to shine even the dark shadows of the alley. The mysterious man were all huddled around the brick wall and were conversing about a secret topic. Elliot had secretley heard that his father was a member of the secret group of cloaked men and was listening in on their secret meeting.
You hold up the walls around me, that keep me in, and keep me safe. You separate my world from the bigger world. Your strength means my own needn’t be tested against the elements.
Though I still feel the need to escape my pile of bricks often.
He watched the brick fall from the open window as though in slow motion. It fell, making a slight whistling noise, straight towards the woman’s head. When he saw it hit, the red splashed everywhere, including onto him. ‘That was a new suit,’ he thought sadly.
Building a house. A very sturdy, strong, American looking house. Like one from the suburbs. With a white picket fence and a playground in the backyard.
She heard the smash. She heard the hollow thud. But when she turned around, the window wasn’t broken. She could swear there had been no brick. She looked to the table and saw crossed hands. She saw red. Then she understood.
i see red,
those around already dead,
there is no hope, escape defeated,
the only victory is fate now heeded
up and across the expanse stretches on,
brick after brick in the glorious dawn
the only regret; the only failed thought,
the haves i have not, and the wants i want not.
brick is a stone that is usually orange in colour. An orange brick lends warmth to a building and it also gives an impression of strength and brick that is orange also means that it is usually old and sometimes it is used as a tile
sometimes i see myself
as one of those lined along the others
in the crimson tiling of the wall.
stone and unemotional
apathetic.
i am used and leaned against
but where does my shoulder lie?
where can i rest my head in peace
and cry myself to sleep?
must i wait for soft butterfly kisses
upon this solid stone
just a brick in the wall.
alone, though grouped together with several.
the brick was falling from the roof. he had just let go of it. its rough edges had scratched his fingernails leaving a small trace of scratches on their shiny surface. it wasn’t an attempt at anger. he was letting go of every wrong word he had ever spoke.
hard, not-quite square, red like a faded clown nose. It flies through my window, sending razors of glass across the room, embedding in the wall, the chair, my arm. I reach down and pluck off the note rubber-banded to it.
is the part of the wall, all made of gold. I tried to stand infront of that wall, but it was to shiny. So I just set there, with my eyes closed, feeling its brightnes and trying to imagine what would it happen if I took this brick and take it with me.
She dragged me down. Quicker than I’ve ever fallen before. My ankles were tied to her. I was sinking fast. Losing air. Gasping for breath. No knife to loosen the tether.
once there was a brick wall in front of a blue house. a fuzzy brown squirrel came each morning and sat and waited on top of the brick wall. i watched from my foggy bedroom window inside the blue house. what was the squirrel waiting for? i may never know, but i’ll always wonder.
brick walls, like no other walls before them. they are stronger, heavier and harder. you come up to a brick wall, good luck passing it. the only way by is over it. and that’s not easy if its tall. damn. shits scratchy.
bricks are red. they’re made from clay. i like brick red. the place i work has a brick floor. i like brick houses. brick reminds me of that guy from Anchorman. I really like him, he plays Michael Scott on the Office. I didnt know i had this much to say about bricks.
red, solid, immovable, hard, rock.
steadfast, honest, true.
broken, cracked, worn, ignored.
undone, redeemed, without thought.
moved by human hands, destroyed by nature.
if you were to build something and you wanted it to last, why not use something you could compile on itself? Would the stacking make you feel safer or would it just look pretty? Would you find it useful to be able to cement items into it? Could you hide away your secrets, and lock little trinkets in time by hiding them in the mortar you used to make your home
its a thing that you can use to cross over
I like bricks.
Bricks are the foundation of life.
Physically and Metaphorically.
A brick doesn’t have to be something that makes a house.
It could be a person.
A pilar of strength.
a brick had fallen on my head. oh god. i lay on the concrete , dazed, breathless. It was unreal. i stared at the strreetlight directly over my hear, i was staring at 10 streetlights. finally, they became one, i sat up. i found myself grey, completely gray, covered in soot. Someone had bombed my school.
Bricks, building blocks. Sometimes red, grey, any colour you want em to be if you have a little paint. Build a bridge , build a house out of em. build a model. surrounded by bricks constantly. I long for a plank. But I’m insulated better like this.
red rockclay stanchion of man
build house
build high
but subject to weather and time
the wing will someday sigh through the mortar
The fake brick on the wall had to go I decided. I found a crow bar and began to tackle the project head on. I was afraid of what I might find after years of hiding but the wall just looks horrible.
The first time I saw a brick by itself, I was shocked, as a city child, I had only seen bricks as parts of walls, the tridimentional esscence of the brick simply overwhelmed me.
Brick-a-brack is where it’s at. The little here or there, neither. The soft lacey doilies and spent soda bottles, all for sale, on a lady’s lawn. She died last month.
Another brick in the wall is not what I want to be. Break away from the mold and be my own person.
house, red, piggy, wolf, little red ridding hood, wall, cement, hard, rock, sand,
The red bricks seemed to shine even the dark shadows of the alley. The mysterious man were all huddled around the brick wall and were conversing about a secret topic. Elliot had secretley heard that his father was a member of the secret group of cloaked men and was listening in on their secret meeting.
its red and square heavy made of clay with 3 holes in it houses pigs with houses wolves concrete gold bars home pavement hard rough scary painful
the red hard tough brick crashed through my neibors window while we were trying to make a brick tree house
You hold up the walls around me, that keep me in, and keep me safe. You separate my world from the bigger world. Your strength means my own needn’t be tested against the elements.
Though I still feel the need to escape my pile of bricks often.
He watched the brick fall from the open window as though in slow motion. It fell, making a slight whistling noise, straight towards the woman’s head. When he saw it hit, the red splashed everywhere, including onto him. ‘That was a new suit,’ he thought sadly.
She’s a brick house. She’s mighty, mighty just letting it all hang out.
Everytime I hear the word brick, I think about The Commodores, but maybe that’s because I am a complete and total weirdo.
Good in its place. Destructive otherwise. Usually red but oh I’ve seen colors. In motion, casualties abound. While static good.
Building a house. A very sturdy, strong, American looking house. Like one from the suburbs. With a white picket fence and a playground in the backyard.
A man made stone, strong, hard, beautiful and very useful. The red color is shows its power as much as its strength in number like in a brick wall.
brick is good
this sits with me like a brick on my cock. in fact it pisses me off.
brick is made of stone and it is used to build homes and buildings. Bricks can be penetrated by termites at some point or other. It is not
She heard the smash. She heard the hollow thud. But when she turned around, the window wasn’t broken. She could swear there had been no brick. She looked to the table and saw crossed hands. She saw red. Then she understood.
i see red,
those around already dead,
there is no hope, escape defeated,
the only victory is fate now heeded
up and across the expanse stretches on,
brick after brick in the glorious dawn
the only regret; the only failed thought,
the haves i have not, and the wants i want not.
brick is a stone that is usually orange in colour. An orange brick lends warmth to a building and it also gives an impression of strength and brick that is orange also means that it is usually old and sometimes it is used as a tile
sometimes i see myself
as one of those lined along the others
in the crimson tiling of the wall.
stone and unemotional
apathetic.
i am used and leaned against
but where does my shoulder lie?
where can i rest my head in peace
and cry myself to sleep?
must i wait for soft butterfly kisses
upon this solid stone
just a brick in the wall.
alone, though grouped together with several.
alone and afraid.
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brown, hard build houses rock solid hurts can be orange colour aswell heavy
the brick was falling from the roof. he had just let go of it. its rough edges had scratched his fingernails leaving a small trace of scratches on their shiny surface. it wasn’t an attempt at anger. he was letting go of every wrong word he had ever spoke.
Our president has made a real brick out of himself.
hard, not-quite square, red like a faded clown nose. It flies through my window, sending razors of glass across the room, embedding in the wall, the chair, my arm. I reach down and pluck off the note rubber-banded to it.
is the part of the wall, all made of gold. I tried to stand infront of that wall, but it was to shiny. So I just set there, with my eyes closed, feeling its brightnes and trying to imagine what would it happen if I took this brick and take it with me.
She dragged me down. Quicker than I’ve ever fallen before. My ankles were tied to her. I was sinking fast. Losing air. Gasping for breath. No knife to loosen the tether.
once there was a brick wall in front of a blue house. a fuzzy brown squirrel came each morning and sat and waited on top of the brick wall. i watched from my foggy bedroom window inside the blue house. what was the squirrel waiting for? i may never know, but i’ll always wonder.
brick walls, like no other walls before them. they are stronger, heavier and harder. you come up to a brick wall, good luck passing it. the only way by is over it. and that’s not easy if its tall. damn. shits scratchy.
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And deconstructs.
The wrecking ball
All falls down.
bricks are red. they’re made from clay. i like brick red. the place i work has a brick floor. i like brick houses. brick reminds me of that guy from Anchorman. I really like him, he plays Michael Scott on the Office. I didnt know i had this much to say about bricks.