blankly and sternly i was tucked in the night
the thick sheets of dew strong on my body.
it never really reminded me of laying with you in the park, or about anything really.
i
i am here, and you are there
and i will die here as nothing but you as everything.
sternly.
in or out it separates….there can be no meeting
not of mind not of soul not of lips
the Wall stands firm until the hammers begin
crumbling at its foundations
the wall was in crumbled pieces on the floor. The explosion from the artillery fire shook the ground as more pieces fell. What was going on here? He wondered. At least the wall is still standing some. I have to get out of here. Run~!
wall in the way can’t stop the climb to teh top and topple down onto the fresh greens whats on teh othersiede wat needs to be what is the conciouness needed to build suitable ladders, tools of dismantling, chip by chip on the shoulder and tear it tear it down crumble the wall wall wall and hammer walkiung rain down upon us with brimstone dear infintie action aint nothin aint nothin ic an conquer i n i overcome
I’m against a wall here. One way or another, there’s only so much I can do. I have to make a choice, but I’m afraid of the cost. Will it be my end? My downfall?
I fear this much. But the decision must be made. So here I go…one…two…three..
Walled in around the yard. Plane as anything i’ve ever seen. Some yellow grass and a reminder I don’t know how to leave this place. In the corner I see an old red ball. Slightly flat. Perhaps a note on fading youth. The walls all four mimick different seasons.
Walls are what keep us apart. Walls are boundaries. What would happen if we broke down every wall we ever knew. Every wall we put up. Broke down all the walls and ran free. What would this world be like if we stopped worried about working between the walls and did what made us happy…not worrying about walls we put up?
i see a wall, it’s all white, i want to go through it, but there’s no way through. I see a wall,and it is all big, I want to leave this place. I’m surrounded by white, i’m suffocating;i’m dying. i see a wall, i see darkness.
there was a big wall in my way. I couldn’t climb over it. Unfortunate.
What else was I supposed to do? stare? that’s not right. I’ve got to try. get over that awall. and I will. And I have. It’s only a matter of time before the wall is far, far behind me. How am I supposed to know when? When I’m happy, and at my next wall.
Then I will face the challenge again.
i like walls. Walls can be tall, small, thick or wide. the walls in my bedroom are blue. in my parents room they are cream. there are walls everywhere. without walls we would have no buildings, because buildings are made of walls! walls shape the world we have today, without walls we would not survive.
Sometimes you can post on a Facebook wall. We used to only think of walls as the structures that surrounded us in a home. Now, you have to pay attention to context to understand what someone means when they say something like, “Did you see what he put on my wall?” Or, “What should I paint my walls?”
I stared closely into the bank wall. On that wall was a set of emerald eyes, a thick nose, and warm lips. I was scared of what would happen next; would he kiss me or walk away, like every encounter before this one?
The cold, tall brick wall enclosing the small community of poeple between it and the parallel wall sometimes feared the people below. The moss that climbed up was a means for escape…
wall – what a simple word but has so many connotations to it. the moment you think about it you feel some positive things like protection, family that stands like a wall for you and then also some roadblocks that hinder your path to success or whatever u want to achieve
There it is…the wall. I new it was coming, but I didn’t know it would be so intimidatingly massive. All of my doubts and problems are scribbled roughly into its crumbling brick work. There is no way around the wall either, as I stare into its never ending heights I know I’ll have to climb it. I sat there for a while first….just staring at it, trying to figure out an easier way to get past this, but no brilliant ideas wash up onto my thoughts…not one. So eventually I turned around, not to give up no, but to get my gear…I’m going to get past this wall…I know I am.
The walls are unspoken but more define than bricks. The photo of his old lover, crumpled and stroked to softness in his pocket. The firm lines of the two single beds. The thin shadows about her mouth. The try-hard lipstick. The sad nights in front of the TV. The ever mounting wall between them. Intangible.
The wall, sitting there, so evilly. Just sitting. Waiting for me. I will not step closer to it. But why are my feet moving closer? I tried to make them stop gliding toward the evil tyrant it was, but no use. I was a helpless soul in an unforgiving room. It was going to kill me. I knew it.
Maybe this is a metaphor for my poetic process
blue green red orange I want a house full of color and also laughter and also love
and maybe cookies
someone else will be the baker
flowers in the garden
sun in the sky
The wall was something I had never seen before. It was something unique and there was something mesmerizing about it. I couldn’t put this feeling into words somehow.
My face against this wall against your face, cold like the untouchable moon. Warm, but for this concrete ocean stepping foot alongside foot alongside foot and creating, thus, such an irreverent, ungodly distance between us…
It’s long, yellow-dimmed concrete blocks make my heart shudder. The hands it has stopped from leaving this dammed place, inevitably high. I wish it was gone.
It was what was inside that was important. Not inside the house that has the walls, but inside the walls themselves. Inside was a girl who time after time became so used for what she gave, that she became part of the structure itself, an ignored necessity.
I hid behind the wall, knowing that no one would ever find me. And what did I hear but the heartbeat of another one on the other side. Boom boom, boom boom. I listened for a while and breathed out, sharing the wall and feeling free.
Walls are art too. Architecture was never anyone’s strong point. These boxes are necessary, lest the bears get in. Why make them anything else? Plaster them with photos, yes. Maybe those’ll distract the bears: your beautiful family.
i hit the wall hit it running it broke into tiny little pieces until i was crying. the blank stare as i looked all around made pink floyd seem like he’d drowned
is broken by vines that are age-old veins. Throwing up greenery, nature’s sickness is good for one, but we think it is us. Walled in by thoughts, not industry, but creation of mind.
“Who put this wall here?” I snapped as I rubbed my sore nose. It felt wonky, but at least it wasn’t broken.
My mom didn’t look up from her crossword. “Look where you’re going, honey.”
“I can’t help it when the house is plotting against me! Same thing happened yesterday, when I wanted to go outside. It totally put a sliding glass there just to spite me! Since when did we have sliding glass doors?”
Pictures plastered of a past that once was mine. Who is that girl? Who is that man? I’ve seen them before. I see her everyday in the mirror. But is it me? No, it can’t be.
Literally drove me up the wall. It’s just face-rock, but I can climb three stories in the space of sixty seconds thanks to his annoying behavior. :)
blankly and sternly i was tucked in the night
the thick sheets of dew strong on my body.
it never really reminded me of laying with you in the park, or about anything really.
i
i am here, and you are there
and i will die here as nothing but you as everything.
sternly.
in or out it separates….there can be no meeting
not of mind not of soul not of lips
the Wall stands firm until the hammers begin
crumbling at its foundations
a flat surface. can be colored but can poop on your face too. it might eat you who knows. they are cool. you could do anything to it.
the wall was in crumbled pieces on the floor. The explosion from the artillery fire shook the ground as more pieces fell. What was going on here? He wondered. At least the wall is still standing some. I have to get out of here. Run~!
The wall,
Closing in on your soul,
A desperate scream,
Begging for the door to open.
The wall,
Your mind,
All is
The same.
wall in the way can’t stop the climb to teh top and topple down onto the fresh greens whats on teh othersiede wat needs to be what is the conciouness needed to build suitable ladders, tools of dismantling, chip by chip on the shoulder and tear it tear it down crumble the wall wall wall and hammer walkiung rain down upon us with brimstone dear infintie action aint nothin aint nothin ic an conquer i n i overcome
I’m against a wall here. One way or another, there’s only so much I can do. I have to make a choice, but I’m afraid of the cost. Will it be my end? My downfall?
I fear this much. But the decision must be made. So here I go…one…two…three..
Walled in around the yard. Plane as anything i’ve ever seen. Some yellow grass and a reminder I don’t know how to leave this place. In the corner I see an old red ball. Slightly flat. Perhaps a note on fading youth. The walls all four mimick different seasons.
Walls are what keep us apart. Walls are boundaries. What would happen if we broke down every wall we ever knew. Every wall we put up. Broke down all the walls and ran free. What would this world be like if we stopped worried about working between the walls and did what made us happy…not worrying about walls we put up?
He hurdled the ball against the wall, hoping it would make him fall.
i see a wall, it’s all white, i want to go through it, but there’s no way through. I see a wall,and it is all big, I want to leave this place. I’m surrounded by white, i’m suffocating;i’m dying. i see a wall, i see darkness.
people always assume that walls are hard things;
limiting things,
restricting.
but walls can support just as much
as they divide;
and i have to say that i’m grateful for both of those things
after you slam the door and
leave me
to lean against the solid north wall of our house,
the last thing i have left.
I stare at the wall and wonder…
how many people are staring at their walls…
and if they are thinking of me, staring at my wall..
are we somehow connected…
…and actually looking into the same wall…back to back
Brick by brick
Sky high
With every word
You build a wall between us
That surrounds and encases my heart
An inescapable prison
That I cannot break down
there was a big wall in my way. I couldn’t climb over it. Unfortunate.
What else was I supposed to do? stare? that’s not right. I’ve got to try. get over that awall. and I will. And I have. It’s only a matter of time before the wall is far, far behind me. How am I supposed to know when? When I’m happy, and at my next wall.
Then I will face the challenge again.
i like walls. Walls can be tall, small, thick or wide. the walls in my bedroom are blue. in my parents room they are cream. there are walls everywhere. without walls we would have no buildings, because buildings are made of walls! walls shape the world we have today, without walls we would not survive.
Sometimes you can post on a Facebook wall. We used to only think of walls as the structures that surrounded us in a home. Now, you have to pay attention to context to understand what someone means when they say something like, “Did you see what he put on my wall?” Or, “What should I paint my walls?”
I stared closely into the bank wall. On that wall was a set of emerald eyes, a thick nose, and warm lips. I was scared of what would happen next; would he kiss me or walk away, like every encounter before this one?
There is a wall around my heart
That has no end and has no start
Of greyish, haunting marble stone
It stands there weary and alone
The cold, tall brick wall enclosing the small community of poeple between it and the parallel wall sometimes feared the people below. The moss that climbed up was a means for escape…
wall – what a simple word but has so many connotations to it. the moment you think about it you feel some positive things like protection, family that stands like a wall for you and then also some roadblocks that hinder your path to success or whatever u want to achieve
There it is…the wall. I new it was coming, but I didn’t know it would be so intimidatingly massive. All of my doubts and problems are scribbled roughly into its crumbling brick work. There is no way around the wall either, as I stare into its never ending heights I know I’ll have to climb it. I sat there for a while first….just staring at it, trying to figure out an easier way to get past this, but no brilliant ideas wash up onto my thoughts…not one. So eventually I turned around, not to give up no, but to get my gear…I’m going to get past this wall…I know I am.
The walls are unspoken but more define than bricks. The photo of his old lover, crumpled and stroked to softness in his pocket. The firm lines of the two single beds. The thin shadows about her mouth. The try-hard lipstick. The sad nights in front of the TV. The ever mounting wall between them. Intangible.
The wall, sitting there, so evilly. Just sitting. Waiting for me. I will not step closer to it. But why are my feet moving closer? I tried to make them stop gliding toward the evil tyrant it was, but no use. I was a helpless soul in an unforgiving room. It was going to kill me. I knew it.
The wall, sitting there, so evilly. Just sitting. Waiting for me. I will not step closer to it. But why are my feet moving closer?
Maybe this is a metaphor for my poetic process
blue green red orange I want a house full of color and also laughter and also love
and maybe cookies
someone else will be the baker
flowers in the garden
sun in the sky
The wall was something I had never seen before. It was something unique and there was something mesmerizing about it. I couldn’t put this feeling into words somehow.
My face against this wall against your face, cold like the untouchable moon. Warm, but for this concrete ocean stepping foot alongside foot alongside foot and creating, thus, such an irreverent, ungodly distance between us…
It’s long, yellow-dimmed concrete blocks make my heart shudder. The hands it has stopped from leaving this dammed place, inevitably high. I wish it was gone.
His eyes were barely over the top as he strained to look at the other side.
It was what was inside that was important. Not inside the house that has the walls, but inside the walls themselves. Inside was a girl who time after time became so used for what she gave, that she became part of the structure itself, an ignored necessity.
I hid behind the wall, knowing that no one would ever find me. And what did I hear but the heartbeat of another one on the other side. Boom boom, boom boom. I listened for a while and breathed out, sharing the wall and feeling free.
Walls are art too. Architecture was never anyone’s strong point. These boxes are necessary, lest the bears get in. Why make them anything else? Plaster them with photos, yes. Maybe those’ll distract the bears: your beautiful family.
i hit the wall hit it running it broke into tiny little pieces until i was crying. the blank stare as i looked all around made pink floyd seem like he’d drowned
is broken by vines that are age-old veins. Throwing up greenery, nature’s sickness is good for one, but we think it is us. Walled in by thoughts, not industry, but creation of mind.
Separates the soul from the heart.
“Who put this wall here?” I snapped as I rubbed my sore nose. It felt wonky, but at least it wasn’t broken.
My mom didn’t look up from her crossword. “Look where you’re going, honey.”
“I can’t help it when the house is plotting against me! Same thing happened yesterday, when I wanted to go outside. It totally put a sliding glass there just to spite me! Since when did we have sliding glass doors?”
“Since you were very little, dear.”
“Well…then…then we shouldn’t have them!”
Pictures plastered of a past that once was mine. Who is that girl? Who is that man? I’ve seen them before. I see her everyday in the mirror. But is it me? No, it can’t be.
black scary overview the ocean scary