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Is the things that are all around you when you are in a building.
By subzero URL on 02.08.2012
Walls are things that keep us apart.They block strangers from coming in.
By iconic girl URL on 02.08.2012
wall are wall that separate rooms so you can have privacy in your room so that u can do what ever you want………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
By Cody URL on 02.08.2012
why is my favorite color blue? because its on my wall. walls give you privacy. i like privacy.
By S-man URL on 02.08.2012
Walls will hurt you run into it.Brick walls hurt way more.
By kelley URL on 02.08.2012
Walls, walls, walls, walls, I JUST WANT TO BRAKE THE WALLS!!!!!!!! :) :) :)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By fancy girl URL on 02.08.2012
we’re coming up against this block?
how many times we tried to tare this
old, decrepit wall down.
audre lorde, wise wise woman, knew,
“the master’s tools will never
the master’s house.”
truth as deep as
By rachael maddox on 02.08.2012
Walls are in buildings. Most people, including me, don’t have strong feelings about walls. They are just there. But everyone would notice if they were gone. The roof would collapse on our heads and we wouldn’t be happy.
By lizzyb97 URL on 02.08.2012
I stare at the blank walls and am intimated by the emptiness of them. A large blank canvas should be inspiring, yet I am totally paralyzed with fear.
By jeanelaine URL on 02.08.2012
home, boundaries, isolation, security, home sweet home, love, solitude, sad, cozy warmth
By Genevieve URL on 02.08.2012
Walls bouncing off of walls. Walls of sound, walls of love, walls of fear. Why do we have walls? Why do we think our human experience is so unique? Why do we think no one else is exactly what we are? Why do we know, without a doubt, that we “are?”
By Danielle URL on 02.08.2012
keep me squeezed
keep me separated
are my beginning
keep me focused
Beyond these walls
These walls…won’t make me
are nothing more
Walls are not my definition and can no longer be my safety
I am more than these Walls
By Nadirah Van Beverhoudt on 02.08.2012
The walls were plain grey. It felt as if they were closing in on me. When could I leave? Would I ever be allowed to leave? Questions plagued my mind and I could scarcely breathe. Why did I feel lightheaded all of a sudden? Why did the room keep spinning? I groaned and rested my head between my knees. It had little effect.
By Tsemsie on 02.08.2012
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By k on 02.08.2012
There are walls in my house. There are walls in my school. I like walls. Walls are awesome because they are like a wall. :)
By Q on 02.08.2012
There are all different types of walls.
Building walls, garden walls, city walls, emotional walls.
Walls surround us all the time and prevent us from reaching places. Sometimes there’s an obvious way past it, be it under, over or any other way. But sometimes we are required to think a bit more to bring the walls crashing down.
People will always put up walls to keep you from what you want, sometimes they’re physical, sometimes they’re metaphorical.
By Ellie URL on 02.08.2012
white and white is all i see
they are begging me to
colour is what they need
but i can’t seem
it’s like a prison because i can’t
i think they are closing
in on me
for standing here like this
By Iffath URL on 02.08.2012
I’ve put up walls around us
made it into a maze
and dropped you in the middle
Now I’m trying to make it
back to you
please forgive me
you know I’m missing you
By mere URL on 02.08.2012
Virtual walls keep me trapped inside my reality. I’d like to break them down with a wrecking ball, but find myself armed only with a small hammer. Guess I need to look for cracks so I can chip away and make my escape.
By Andie on 02.08.2012
you promised me
that this summer we would
wake up before the sun
and paint the
walls in this room
paint them blue like the sky
and blue like the ocean,
that we would stay up all night
to do it,
you promised me that we would be happy
but here i sit,
surrounded by nothing.
a broken mess
I pushed my hand up against the wall, solid and unforgiving. Another three walls just the same on the other sides. I was trapped. How had this happened? There was no door, so someone had built this wall around me while I slept. Who had built these walls and what was on the other side?
By The Wint URL on 02.08.2012
i live behind walls. unless i decide to go through the door. There can be brick,wood,cement and many more different types of walls. Walls can keep people in cells and walls can keep people safe from storms and many different dangerous things.
By Mak on 02.08.2012
Oh, I am surrounded by walls of brick and mortar and fear. I can climb to the top of my tower where I feel the breeze, or lurk on the bottom with the musty dark, but I cannot escape.
My hair trails behind me from floor to floor and all I can do is wait for the old woman to come visit, my only comfort and company.
By laurapacker URL on 02.08.2012
There are walls everywhere you look. You cannot escape walls, no matter where you go, how far you travel, you will always run into another wall. How do you get past these walls? You can’t. The only thing you can do is find a door.
By Taren McBride on 02.08.2012
What color are your walls? Are they read so you and your lover have more passionate sex? Are they yellow, so you can feel calm. Blue? So you can feel like a bird. Mine are green, so I can feel like I’m in the outdoors.
By Taren on 02.08.2012
I don’t know what I had expected to find once I had scaled those stone walls and reached the other side. My mother had never given me any indication of what had existed over there, only that it was not a place where either she, I, nor anyone else in the town belonged. Perhaps in the back of my subconscious I had thought or even longed for it to be wonderful. Something that so few people knew about, let alone shared, had to be a place too good to have its secret rendered to just anyone.
So yes, maybe I had had high expectations. Or maybe, I just hadn’t expected to be shot at the moment I peered my head over the ledge.
By Taylor K URL on 02.08.2012
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