i’m gonna break them down so others can come in. If no one accepts my flaws, then I’ll put them back up and start again at a later time. If someone does accept me for who I am, then I can live happily ever after. The End or so I think.
There is nothing like sitting inside the walls of your own mind wanting to get out and not knowing where to turn for help. It is a great day when you realize you are in charge of your destiny and a simple choice can give you a door that seemingly appears from nowhere. A day you realize you are free and always have been.
Walls cannot hold her. She is like the ocean, unable to be contained. Her spirit is too strong, her will unbreakable. Because she has her own walls, layers of protection built up over the years. She doesn’t feel anything through these walls, they’re too thick, and she’s never sure if she likes them.
too close too far so strange why can’t I keep my thoughts together? I reach out and they scatter like sheep from a wolf. when will they hit the wall, the inevitable crushing glittering black bricks?
Paint them, stare at them, clean them, get blood on them, hang pictures on them, put nails in them, see through them, run into them… but never leave them.
Not even can Walls keep us apart,
they see everything, and they know much more than anyone thinks.
No matter the distance, or the reasons.
Just like Walls, we stand tall without breaking down.
Walls, you stare at them, you write on them, you see things in them but they’re just blank. Endless and always present. Even now I can stare at the wall and when I try to see something all I see is nothing. Walls become dirty, repainted, forgotten.
walls are often the most difficult hings to think about. they are usually blank and filling them seems far too abstract. some are textured while some have decorative molding. if you stared at my walls long enough, you would actually see the flowers dance.
Walls. They separate me from the things I’m not prepared to face quite yet. They are my protection, but only for a moment. Walls are strong, but walls do fall down.
They’re closing in. Suffocating me with each passing second. Moving slowly, but still moving. The walls make me feel safe though. They keep me sheltered and away from harm. Don’t break down the walls I surround myself with. When I am ready, I will build a door and let you in to the story that I call my life.
There is nothing going for me today. I am sitting in my room and the walls are covered in the posters and postcards of a thousand things that I would like to define me but mean nothing to me. How can someone define themselves in pictures, but how am I supposed to define my self by anything else. no one takes the time to talk or listen, so what they learn is by sight; and the sight they see is something which doesn’t make me, me.
I just really, really, really, really, really need out. It’s cliche but I feel the walls getting closer, and they’re those horrible off-white bricks and I can’t I can’t I can’t.
The walls started to close in. At least that’s what it felt like. The walls were crazy. They were completely grey. No texture, nothing besides grey. They were hardly walls at all. I don’t know what they were. But they seemed to be getting closer and closer to me. Nothing could stop them.
the wall are for the people to keep.
The walls help you keep or privice.
They are there to keep you from harm.
The walls are there to help you stay warm.
the walls are there to be.
in this dark blanket
she’s normally curled tight under,
a short rise and fall of her chest
marks tempo –
her leap through the window
a dive, a splash
and chasing her divine shadow
tonight she uncurls her hand
from round my fingers
makes her way down the path
as the neon, the fanfare
rush up, incandescant
as bushfire
looming spires of the ferris wheel sway
her eyes flare in the downpour of colour
she stops under a ticket booth
where winking festoons strung wildly
bathe her skin
she is pink, she is yellow, she is red
porcelain clowns turn to greet
like sunflowers
or choirboys
or synchronized swimmers,
hawkers soften as she wanders
staring up
into the noise, the fireworks, the roller coaster
head back, swallowed and swimming
she moves like a bird under stilt walkers
over the pixelated confetti
that winds round the tents –
I stamp Oz, Neverland, Fantasia
on her passport
until they pick up the balls, the hoops
turn down the stars
silently she lifts her arms
cradles her cheek to my neck
goodnight, says the gateman
and we wend our way home
I hope the stones we are handling today will become the paving stones for the road we will travel tomorrow. I would hate to see them become the walls that divide our journeys and send them along separate paths.
A wall is a barrier, somthing that keeps you from what your ment to do or what you really want. In life a wall can determine your strength to go on; it acts as a threshold in life.
The walls around me are white. They are relatively clean but have slowly been accumulating a thin grim that has started to bug me. We’ve considered painting these walls but I think they convey a sort of classical, simple, highly contrasting tone that truly matches our personalities.
Containment of physical bounds meant that my arms extend only half-way; leads to a skewed measurement taken by eye. He sizes me up, contortion suit forces self loving through self hugging and a laugh seizes me: a comical, maniacal, cliché, anticipated expectation of scripted, commanded, condemned lunacy. I didn’t come in insane, my arms spread their full width, free will was my expression and my thoughts found themselves on a page. Here I am empty for my thoughts go to waste, I tried to use the walls as paper, remember each letter upon each block as if it were a page. Spectacles, plain black rimmed, clean-shaven man in dim lighting, mirror reflecting, reflection sight, a white light in my eyes and all goes teal beneath several cloths of white. A surgeon says goodnight and my mind just….follows.
Walls are what contain people and things. Walls are things we erect to keep hostility out, and ourselves in. Without walls we descend into inability and thoughtlessness. Walls also limit us. Sometimes our walls should be pushed, but they should never be broken down.
the walls are deep inside the shadows of my mind, they are closing in and i constantly have to push them back out, it’s frustrating and tiring. I’m annoyed and I’m exhausted, I want to quit but I’m too determined and stubborn to do something like that. I will not let the walls win, I will overcome.
the walls are bare and need something, I think. But what? It’s worse than an empty page. So much possibility. So much space to fill. Can I do it? Am I up to the challenge? Can I swing this one again?
Of course, you ninny. Only you stop yourself. Only you question your greatness. Only you see the empty half of the glass.
I know but how can I change?
Take a step. See the wall and its possibilities. See the playground before you. Simply See!
they are the things that enclose us. they are put up between people and sometimes cannot be broken down. I sometimes wish that I didnt jave walls to prohibit me from things. they were meant to come down.
There were this walls that sorround the back of our garden that I had always wanted to climb as a child. No reason really, just curious to see what were on the other side.
Well, walls are very helpful to structures. The hold up the house and keep it together. People also put up metaphorical walls too. And sometimes, we have to break down those walls so we can connect better with one another. We have to be careful how we do that though, as to not seem intrusive.
The walls inched closer to her, bending toward her like inquisitors on the march. She saw them waver slightly in the heat that radiated from her body. Something was wrong, but she couldn’t quite remember what. Was it possible that the rabbit would know? He hovered in the distance, watching her intently. They were all watching her, watching to see her fail again. She couldn’t fail again, this was her final exam!
The walls around me, I feel them coming down. I want to let you in, but I’m afraid of what might happen if I tell you how close you are, and how no one else has gotten that far. I just want to know that you won’t take advantage, but also that you won’t leave me if I tell you.
There are walls all around us, some of them are crumbling and others are being built up. It takes a special person to get inside all of my walls, but once they do, I will do anything for them. One they are there, there is no going back.
Walls are important in everyday lives. think about it. they encase us. they encase our lives, the framework to how we imagine ourselves. Walls, all around us, our stuff, our most intimate memories. What would we do without them?
walls in the brain. walls in a classroom. walls between friendships, between people who love each other and the walls between those who don’t. walls are erected if you think they are; if you don’t think about walls, there really is no need for the word itself. walls are barriers, and they are pure creations of the mind and the soul. i don’t believe in walls.
The walls shot up encasing me. They turned transparent and I saw him standing there his hands stuffed in his pockets grinning. His coat fluttered in the wind and he smiled. “Now, do you regret disobeying me?”
Building walls in between us, that’s what we’re doing right now. I’m so determined to break them down, but you’re not doing the same.
i’m gonna break them down so others can come in. If no one accepts my flaws, then I’ll put them back up and start again at a later time. If someone does accept me for who I am, then I can live happily ever after. The End or so I think.
miss
There is nothing like sitting inside the walls of your own mind wanting to get out and not knowing where to turn for help. It is a great day when you realize you are in charge of your destiny and a simple choice can give you a door that seemingly appears from nowhere. A day you realize you are free and always have been.
Walls cannot hold her. She is like the ocean, unable to be contained. Her spirit is too strong, her will unbreakable. Because she has her own walls, layers of protection built up over the years. She doesn’t feel anything through these walls, they’re too thick, and she’s never sure if she likes them.
too close too far so strange why can’t I keep my thoughts together? I reach out and they scatter like sheep from a wolf. when will they hit the wall, the inevitable crushing glittering black bricks?
Paint them, stare at them, clean them, get blood on them, hang pictures on them, put nails in them, see through them, run into them… but never leave them.
Not even can Walls keep us apart,
they see everything, and they know much more than anyone thinks.
No matter the distance, or the reasons.
Just like Walls, we stand tall without breaking down.
Walls, you stare at them, you write on them, you see things in them but they’re just blank. Endless and always present. Even now I can stare at the wall and when I try to see something all I see is nothing. Walls become dirty, repainted, forgotten.
walls are often the most difficult hings to think about. they are usually blank and filling them seems far too abstract. some are textured while some have decorative molding. if you stared at my walls long enough, you would actually see the flowers dance.
Walls. They separate me from the things I’m not prepared to face quite yet. They are my protection, but only for a moment. Walls are strong, but walls do fall down.
The walls closed in around me, it seems. The lights shut off around me, it seems. It’s all because you left me behind.
It seems.
They’re closing in. Suffocating me with each passing second. Moving slowly, but still moving. The walls make me feel safe though. They keep me sheltered and away from harm. Don’t break down the walls I surround myself with. When I am ready, I will build a door and let you in to the story that I call my life.
Walls are a divison of two areas to seperate them. they can be thick or thin, round or flat, rough or smooth.
walls are like large boxes for people. i rather do appreciate walls – without them i’d have to get changed underneath my comforter.
There is nothing going for me today. I am sitting in my room and the walls are covered in the posters and postcards of a thousand things that I would like to define me but mean nothing to me. How can someone define themselves in pictures, but how am I supposed to define my self by anything else. no one takes the time to talk or listen, so what they learn is by sight; and the sight they see is something which doesn’t make me, me.
I just really, really, really, really, really need out. It’s cliche but I feel the walls getting closer, and they’re those horrible off-white bricks and I can’t I can’t I can’t.
The walls stretched as far as he could see, closing off the world from his reach. He needed a ladder.
The walls started to close in. At least that’s what it felt like. The walls were crazy. They were completely grey. No texture, nothing besides grey. They were hardly walls at all. I don’t know what they were. But they seemed to be getting closer and closer to me. Nothing could stop them.
High and imposing, I build them everyday. I keep everyone out, too much damage within. No one wants to see this side, my personal Berlin.
the wall are for the people to keep.
The walls help you keep or privice.
They are there to keep you from harm.
The walls are there to help you stay warm.
the walls are there to be.
Carnival
in this dark blanket
she’s normally curled tight under,
a short rise and fall of her chest
marks tempo –
her leap through the window
a dive, a splash
and chasing her divine shadow
tonight she uncurls her hand
from round my fingers
makes her way down the path
as the neon, the fanfare
rush up, incandescant
as bushfire
looming spires of the ferris wheel sway
her eyes flare in the downpour of colour
she stops under a ticket booth
where winking festoons strung wildly
bathe her skin
she is pink, she is yellow, she is red
porcelain clowns turn to greet
like sunflowers
or choirboys
or synchronized swimmers,
hawkers soften as she wanders
staring up
into the noise, the fireworks, the roller coaster
head back, swallowed and swimming
she moves like a bird under stilt walkers
over the pixelated confetti
that winds round the tents –
I stamp Oz, Neverland, Fantasia
on her passport
until they pick up the balls, the hoops
turn down the stars
silently she lifts her arms
cradles her cheek to my neck
goodnight, says the gateman
and we wend our way home
I hope the stones we are handling today will become the paving stones for the road we will travel tomorrow. I would hate to see them become the walls that divide our journeys and send them along separate paths.
A wall is a barrier, somthing that keeps you from what your ment to do or what you really want. In life a wall can determine your strength to go on; it acts as a threshold in life.
The walls around me are white. They are relatively clean but have slowly been accumulating a thin grim that has started to bug me. We’ve considered painting these walls but I think they convey a sort of classical, simple, highly contrasting tone that truly matches our personalities.
Containment of physical bounds meant that my arms extend only half-way; leads to a skewed measurement taken by eye. He sizes me up, contortion suit forces self loving through self hugging and a laugh seizes me: a comical, maniacal, cliché, anticipated expectation of scripted, commanded, condemned lunacy. I didn’t come in insane, my arms spread their full width, free will was my expression and my thoughts found themselves on a page. Here I am empty for my thoughts go to waste, I tried to use the walls as paper, remember each letter upon each block as if it were a page. Spectacles, plain black rimmed, clean-shaven man in dim lighting, mirror reflecting, reflection sight, a white light in my eyes and all goes teal beneath several cloths of white. A surgeon says goodnight and my mind just….follows.
Its there, I promise. I have a heart, you just can’t see it. Its behind those walls, nice and safe.
Walls are what contain people and things. Walls are things we erect to keep hostility out, and ourselves in. Without walls we descend into inability and thoughtlessness. Walls also limit us. Sometimes our walls should be pushed, but they should never be broken down.
the walls are deep inside the shadows of my mind, they are closing in and i constantly have to push them back out, it’s frustrating and tiring. I’m annoyed and I’m exhausted, I want to quit but I’m too determined and stubborn to do something like that. I will not let the walls win, I will overcome.
the walls are bare and need something, I think. But what? It’s worse than an empty page. So much possibility. So much space to fill. Can I do it? Am I up to the challenge? Can I swing this one again?
Of course, you ninny. Only you stop yourself. Only you question your greatness. Only you see the empty half of the glass.
I know but how can I change?
Take a step. See the wall and its possibilities. See the playground before you. Simply See!
they are the things that enclose us. they are put up between people and sometimes cannot be broken down. I sometimes wish that I didnt jave walls to prohibit me from things. they were meant to come down.
There were this walls that sorround the back of our garden that I had always wanted to climb as a child. No reason really, just curious to see what were on the other side.
Well, walls are very helpful to structures. The hold up the house and keep it together. People also put up metaphorical walls too. And sometimes, we have to break down those walls so we can connect better with one another. We have to be careful how we do that though, as to not seem intrusive.
The walls inched closer to her, bending toward her like inquisitors on the march. She saw them waver slightly in the heat that radiated from her body. Something was wrong, but she couldn’t quite remember what. Was it possible that the rabbit would know? He hovered in the distance, watching her intently. They were all watching her, watching to see her fail again. She couldn’t fail again, this was her final exam!
The walls around me, I feel them coming down. I want to let you in, but I’m afraid of what might happen if I tell you how close you are, and how no one else has gotten that far. I just want to know that you won’t take advantage, but also that you won’t leave me if I tell you.
There are walls all around us, some of them are crumbling and others are being built up. It takes a special person to get inside all of my walls, but once they do, I will do anything for them. One they are there, there is no going back.
i Break down his walls like the titanic breaks the iceberg. I break down the walls around his heart. I make my way inside..
Walls are important in everyday lives. think about it. they encase us. they encase our lives, the framework to how we imagine ourselves. Walls, all around us, our stuff, our most intimate memories. What would we do without them?
walls in the brain. walls in a classroom. walls between friendships, between people who love each other and the walls between those who don’t. walls are erected if you think they are; if you don’t think about walls, there really is no need for the word itself. walls are barriers, and they are pure creations of the mind and the soul. i don’t believe in walls.
The walls shot up encasing me. They turned transparent and I saw him standing there his hands stuffed in his pockets grinning. His coat fluttered in the wind and he smiled. “Now, do you regret disobeying me?”