I have hit a wall in my life. But I have options. I can climb it, go around it, or stand in front of it looking dumbfounded. Each day you hit a wall, and each day you make a choice.
I have a wall in front of me. White with nothing hanging from it. Wall reminds me that of the last time I did this whole “one word” thing. I forgot you only had 60 seconds, so I barely wrote anything. And I’m so glad that all that I did with my time this time, was talk about how awful the last time was. Wall.
She was against the wall, a small but powerful man on top of her, his mouth attach to her neck. She was gasping for air and could barely make a sound as he dragged his kisses down to her shoulder. He knew where to touch and how to make her scream. He quickly tried to unbutton his shirt, she attach her hands to his stomach slowly rubbing up and down his body and running her hands up to his chest and around his neck.
i ran into the wall the other day. i was just walking down the hallway and sometimes you just lose control. what is normally a simple, straight walk, turned into my hip hitting the inside of a doorframe. not comfy for sure.
sometimes you can’t, anymore
sometimes you run to the edge
but instead of falling over
find yourself stopped dead
by the wall you never even knew was there.
The wall can be many colors and textures. It keeps my family safe and protected from the weather. It holds many pictures to remind us what is important – what is special. They surround us and divide our homes into different areas so that we can have a variety of settings to spend time together.
How is it possible? It’s far too high, far too hot, and far too everything else. It’s like that one Harrison Ford film. No, the other one. No, he doesn’t wear a hat or a vest. That one where he’s like, gimme back my family. Yeah, Morning Glory, that’s it.
What is this wall that lies before me? It’s not the past. Not even the future. It’s what everyone expects from me. It’s all of the things I can never hope to live up to.
i look at the wall and it’s looking back at me. people say i can be like talking to a wall but is that a bad thing? this wall does not judge me. this wall is not judged. this wall listens and keeps quiet. this wall sees all but does not reveal all the secrets kept in the confines of itself.
I’ve built this wall.
My parents really built it, not me.
It traps me in, I can’t get out.
I can’t see other people. I can’t talk to other people. I can’t tell. I can’t get help.
It was like hitting yourself against a wall frustration. The temporary relief in the short bursts of repetitive pain. Short enough to not really hurt, often enough to remind you that you were still here, that situations had not changed one bit.
Once upon a time there was a great wall. This wall was huge and mighty but also terrible. It seperated the different people of the world. The people on each side of the wall thought the others were evil or wrong. They did whatever they could to get rid of the others. You may be surprised to learn that this wall still exists today. It is the wall between people with different beliefs. This wall will never fall until we learn to accept each other. Let me start again: Once upon today, once upon tomorrow, once upon forever…
the walls coming crashing down on me. I feel my heart drifting as the walls are caving in. I am a wall. I am one to lean onto and one to pushed when needed but, I will never change. I am a wall. I do not need anyone because I am a wall.
It feels as if I’m up against a wall I can’t move, and the others are getting closer threatening to crush me. My arms stretch out trying to stop the weight pushing inward crushing me to death, but it is to no avail. I feel the movement under the quiver of my weaken arms and strain against the inevitable.
It all happened too fast for us to see, though the doctors explained it to us later. The cell walls all burst simultaneously, they explained. There really was nothing to be saved.
the wall of his office in the den was plastered with pictures. family photographs, baby pictures, graduation pictures, you know, the works. he had everyone up there, even my sister. she was positioned dead center, right there in front of you. you noticed all the other pictures around her, yes, but she was the focal point, the one that caught your eye instantly.
I’m blocked by walls all day long. I’m constantly setting borders for myself which I mentally cannot pass. I need to find someone, anyone, that can tear down these walls. Because I can’t do it on my own.
There was white and corners. Dark. A line where the umbras met. Then a lay of bumps where the stuckle was. Cold. Brush the lips up against the temperature and feel. You’re alone no one will look. It’s your room. Taste the cold and feel. White wall. It’s okay.
Walls are caving in. There’s a darkness that I’m in. Free from sin I begin, handling my evil twin. Strong build. Can’t stay till. The walls around me falls in.
Fuck this wall. It tells me to stop and that I have nowhere to go. There are many places to go, look in the cracks. Look in the spaces between the bricks, there are thousands of paths, even a flower can grow here. If I become small enough, I can pass through.
Backed against the wall, in every sense of the emotion. Staring faces and eyeballs, all directed at me. And the lone face in the crowd, yours, always stings the most. Can’t I just be, and not have to appeal to some widespread majority at every second of my life? Can’t I just feel what I feel without needing to explain it in platonic, positive words?
the wall stared at me as i ran forward, how will i get past this? will i climb over or find a way to go around? I raced forward quickly, “screw it” i said and prepared to leap. Bunching up my leg muscles I took off and grabbed the top. Pulling myself over I dropped down on a stack of old boxes.
Like a bug on the wall I hear the world around me. The sounds are sweet and syncopted. They surround me whispering the days news in one ear and sliding out the other as I turn my head to catch the attention of the sun. It shines on my face warming me like a bug on a wall in the sunroom. I bathe in this life, this warm precious life with all its walls around me.
you hit the wall and it all stops.you look around and realize you were running full speed in the wrong direction. you pause for a moment to take it all in. reverse. check the map. run full speed ahead the other way. the wind is carrying you. it all makes sense. no walls this way. keep running.
you hit the wall and it all stops.you look around and realize you were running full speed in the wrong direction. you pause for a moment to take it all in. reverse. check the map. run full speed ahead the other way. the wind is carrying you. it all makes sense. no walls this way. keep running.
She pressed her hand against the invisible surface, feeling moisture well up beneath her lashes. She blinked rapidly, curling her hand into a fist and striking the wall, letting a faint sob pass her lips. She watched through blurry eyes- like she forgot her glasses-, as her family mourned on the other side of the invisible wall. She called out, but they could not hear her.
The wall was looking back at her. It didn’t have eyes, but it seemed to have lips. Luscious lips of all variety, pursing, grasping, trying to suck at her as she lay on the bed. She felt the moist breath from between them. She wished that she had never closed the door and turned off the light in the room of so many horrors. This was the inevitable outcome.
I didn’t really go over the wall, I went through the checkpoints just like anyone else. But that’s what we called it, ‘going over the wall.’ Though whyu anyone would ever want to, unless they had to, was beyond me.
But it was just part of the job, something to endure and get over with.
a thing to hang pictures on a something that build a home something to over come something that protects you an object a piece of man made things a waste of resources a way to expand or destroy nature a thing you can create beauty with
i stared at the wall, unchanging. blank. my mind went blank. everything went blank, just for a moment. no pictures, no thoughts, no memories. no decorations of my life before this moment. a blank calendar on a blank wall. what am i doing? staring at a wall.
I’ve hit a wall when it comes to thinking of what to write. Maybe that’s why I’m here. Trying to scale the wall, trying to figure out a way to pass it. So far, it is to no avail. But I won’t give up.
I have hit a wall in my life. But I have options. I can climb it, go around it, or stand in front of it looking dumbfounded. Each day you hit a wall, and each day you make a choice.
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freedom
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I have a wall in front of me. White with nothing hanging from it. Wall reminds me that of the last time I did this whole “one word” thing. I forgot you only had 60 seconds, so I barely wrote anything. And I’m so glad that all that I did with my time this time, was talk about how awful the last time was. Wall.
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She was against the wall, a small but powerful man on top of her, his mouth attach to her neck. She was gasping for air and could barely make a sound as he dragged his kisses down to her shoulder. He knew where to touch and how to make her scream. He quickly tried to unbutton his shirt, she attach her hands to his stomach slowly rubbing up and down his body and running her hands up to his chest and around his neck.
i ran into the wall the other day. i was just walking down the hallway and sometimes you just lose control. what is normally a simple, straight walk, turned into my hip hitting the inside of a doorframe. not comfy for sure.
sometimes you can’t, anymore
sometimes you run to the edge
but instead of falling over
find yourself stopped dead
by the wall you never even knew was there.
Another brick on the wall. Another one fell down. Another shove. One more push. The wall fell apart.
The grimy faces on the other side peered into my eyes. Undressing me. In an attempt to understand my reasons and my history.
I stood there as the grovel rained down around me. And smiled cause I was still alive.
The wall can be many colors and textures. It keeps my family safe and protected from the weather. It holds many pictures to remind us what is important – what is special. They surround us and divide our homes into different areas so that we can have a variety of settings to spend time together.
How is it possible? It’s far too high, far too hot, and far too everything else. It’s like that one Harrison Ford film. No, the other one. No, he doesn’t wear a hat or a vest. That one where he’s like, gimme back my family. Yeah, Morning Glory, that’s it.
What is this wall that lies before me? It’s not the past. Not even the future. It’s what everyone expects from me. It’s all of the things I can never hope to live up to.
i look at the wall and it’s looking back at me. people say i can be like talking to a wall but is that a bad thing? this wall does not judge me. this wall is not judged. this wall listens and keeps quiet. this wall sees all but does not reveal all the secrets kept in the confines of itself.
I’ve built this wall.
My parents really built it, not me.
It traps me in, I can’t get out.
I can’t see other people. I can’t talk to other people. I can’t tell. I can’t get help.
Trying to Climb.
It was like hitting yourself against a wall frustration. The temporary relief in the short bursts of repetitive pain. Short enough to not really hurt, often enough to remind you that you were still here, that situations had not changed one bit.
white and pasty. Dead like a vampire. Kill me now, no life. Plain, simply plain.
Once upon a time there was a great wall. This wall was huge and mighty but also terrible. It seperated the different people of the world. The people on each side of the wall thought the others were evil or wrong. They did whatever they could to get rid of the others. You may be surprised to learn that this wall still exists today. It is the wall between people with different beliefs. This wall will never fall until we learn to accept each other. Let me start again: Once upon today, once upon tomorrow, once upon forever…
the walls coming crashing down on me. I feel my heart drifting as the walls are caving in. I am a wall. I am one to lean onto and one to pushed when needed but, I will never change. I am a wall. I do not need anyone because I am a wall.
It feels as if I’m up against a wall I can’t move, and the others are getting closer threatening to crush me. My arms stretch out trying to stop the weight pushing inward crushing me to death, but it is to no avail. I feel the movement under the quiver of my weaken arms and strain against the inevitable.
It all happened too fast for us to see, though the doctors explained it to us later. The cell walls all burst simultaneously, they explained. There really was nothing to be saved.
the wall of his office in the den was plastered with pictures. family photographs, baby pictures, graduation pictures, you know, the works. he had everyone up there, even my sister. she was positioned dead center, right there in front of you. you noticed all the other pictures around her, yes, but she was the focal point, the one that caught your eye instantly.
I’m blocked by walls all day long. I’m constantly setting borders for myself which I mentally cannot pass. I need to find someone, anyone, that can tear down these walls. Because I can’t do it on my own.
There was white and corners. Dark. A line where the umbras met. Then a lay of bumps where the stuckle was. Cold. Brush the lips up against the temperature and feel. You’re alone no one will look. It’s your room. Taste the cold and feel. White wall. It’s okay.
Like a fly atop a popcorn ceiling,
I listen and observe.
Kaleidoscopic vision
Minimal impact.
This is contentedness.
Walls are caving in. There’s a darkness that I’m in. Free from sin I begin, handling my evil twin. Strong build. Can’t stay till. The walls around me falls in.
He strove for years to break free of his father’s oppressive discipline, then ran into the brick wall of his mother’s disapproval.
Fuck this wall. It tells me to stop and that I have nowhere to go. There are many places to go, look in the cracks. Look in the spaces between the bricks, there are thousands of paths, even a flower can grow here. If I become small enough, I can pass through.
Backed against the wall, in every sense of the emotion. Staring faces and eyeballs, all directed at me. And the lone face in the crowd, yours, always stings the most. Can’t I just be, and not have to appeal to some widespread majority at every second of my life? Can’t I just feel what I feel without needing to explain it in platonic, positive words?
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walk through the wall
weighty well being
all and all
what we want is
on the other side
waiting
waiting
the wall stared at me as i ran forward, how will i get past this? will i climb over or find a way to go around? I raced forward quickly, “screw it” i said and prepared to leap. Bunching up my leg muscles I took off and grabbed the top. Pulling myself over I dropped down on a stack of old boxes.
Like a bug on the wall I hear the world around me. The sounds are sweet and syncopted. They surround me whispering the days news in one ear and sliding out the other as I turn my head to catch the attention of the sun. It shines on my face warming me like a bug on a wall in the sunroom. I bathe in this life, this warm precious life with all its walls around me.
you hit the wall and it all stops.you look around and realize you were running full speed in the wrong direction. you pause for a moment to take it all in. reverse. check the map. run full speed ahead the other way. the wind is carrying you. it all makes sense. no walls this way. keep running.
you hit the wall and it all stops.you look around and realize you were running full speed in the wrong direction. you pause for a moment to take it all in. reverse. check the map. run full speed ahead the other way. the wind is carrying you. it all makes sense. no walls this way. keep running.
She pressed her hand against the invisible surface, feeling moisture well up beneath her lashes. She blinked rapidly, curling her hand into a fist and striking the wall, letting a faint sob pass her lips. She watched through blurry eyes- like she forgot her glasses-, as her family mourned on the other side of the invisible wall. She called out, but they could not hear her.
i have stared blankly at many. others have become friends, adorned with beauty and images of family. underrated, walls. i like mine.
The wall was looking back at her. It didn’t have eyes, but it seemed to have lips. Luscious lips of all variety, pursing, grasping, trying to suck at her as she lay on the bed. She felt the moist breath from between them. She wished that she had never closed the door and turned off the light in the room of so many horrors. This was the inevitable outcome.
I didn’t really go over the wall, I went through the checkpoints just like anyone else. But that’s what we called it, ‘going over the wall.’ Though whyu anyone would ever want to, unless they had to, was beyond me.
But it was just part of the job, something to endure and get over with.
a thing to hang pictures on a something that build a home something to over come something that protects you an object a piece of man made things a waste of resources a way to expand or destroy nature a thing you can create beauty with
i stared at the wall, unchanging. blank. my mind went blank. everything went blank, just for a moment. no pictures, no thoughts, no memories. no decorations of my life before this moment. a blank calendar on a blank wall. what am i doing? staring at a wall.
I’ve hit a wall when it comes to thinking of what to write. Maybe that’s why I’m here. Trying to scale the wall, trying to figure out a way to pass it. So far, it is to no avail. But I won’t give up.