They surround us physically, spiritually, metaphorically and in so many ways they keep us in more than keep others out. How does one knock on a wall that they can’t see, feel, or describe? where are your walls and how do you open them up to the world.
Imagine being locked in room.
The only thing in the room is you.
You’re surrounded by white walls..
Four corners with nowhere to go..
The white is overwhelming,
Your thoughts are overflowing,
How are you going to get out?
Why are you here?
walls all around me, who biult them? them or I? the same wals in my room, reflect the walls i’ve built myself. which are stronger which will last the and stand the test of time. which walls mean more which are more fragile, which are more important which are necessary? who builds these walls and why are they built straight and not round?
they keep us safe,
warm and sheltered
from the elements.
sheltered from what lay outside.
sheltered from the world.
they keep us blind.
blind from seeing what storms may
be on the way.
blind from seeing the world for
what it really is.
tall thick hard to come down
walls protect you from alots of things
walls also covers up things you not ready to face in life
walls keep you away from alot of things in life
walls are spaces that hold you in to that place. They define you or the space that you live. Walls i think are meant to broken down though. There may be a negative connotation to this word. I feel good about breaking down walls, because they are barriers.
I wish walls could talk and give me words of encouragement on nights when i cry and need a shoulder. or just words to cheer me on as i debate whether or not to pursue something! oh how i wish walls could be friends in times of need and times of joy! its
I ran down the corridor at full speed. He was closing in on me as my legs began to turn to jelly. The walls seemed to twist in front of me as my eye sight blurred. Reaching the end, despair spiralled wildly in my stomach. No door. I was trapped. Trapped within these four walls with no escape. I turned around and took a deep breath, holding it in my throat. This was the end of the race.
Walls are no impediment to Duff, as he spies on Raina from his motel rooms or on
the street. He doesn’t intend to stalk her…he’s just overprotective, and he loves her so much! Vacation from Love, Available on Kindle for just 99 cents!
The walls were closing in. White, expressionless walls. But they stopped. When they formed a perfect cube five feet to each side, they stopped. Now the walls were a cozy box. One wall fell flat. An open box.
walls are like every where like in your houses and even outside like if you try to run into one you will get hurt and to usually seperate something like in hotels your going to have to seperate your rooms from other peoples rooms because if you dont you will kind of be really wierd to see other families come into your room because their are no walls. Walls is a very important thing.
i run into walls… some walls are blue some are orange some are green and some are purple some are pink and some are brown… and sometimes walls manage to run into me… some are black and some are light violet i love walls
They keep you inside. They are what make and inside and they keep us warm. Walls also protect us and keep us from being dead. They can also be deadly if you run into them.
Walls Covered in mirriors reflecting the light bouncing through this place, walls that have absorbed more truth then we could ever know walls that hold all our secrets all the pieces even the ones we didnt notice from every moment that has happened in between them
walls are to keep people away from thngs or to keep circulation in a certain place. or to even keep jacob mills away from the scary monsters that try to eat him.
Jacob mills sleeps inside the walls of his grandmothers home. He is homeless so he has to sleep in the walls silently. His grandmother is suspicious when she heres the munching of his pinecones when he eats them.
Walls are tall, and they aren’t completely solid, despite what you may think. What is on the other side is never what you expect it to be, and it could reach you any time it wants.
Close me in. Shut me out. Can’t breathe. Can’t sleep. But at least I am secure. Away from everything but the troubles of my own mind. Blank spaces. Tight places. This is where I can’t escape.
walls are disruptive in nature. they divide and conquer and go against the law of the universe which is unity. they are divisive and cause partition. walls can be the cause of conflict and debate. walls cannot and must not be allowed to cause tension
There are walls everywhere. The biggest of them all and the hardest to scale are the walls we create within our own minds. The day we climb over to the other side, we are truly free. The day we stop building them in the first place, we have ascended to heaven!
The walls were closing in. Thomas was making an obscure star wars reference by setting off the garbage crusher to destroy him. He tried everything he could, he picked up poles to try to stop the crushing power but they just snapped. He tried to stop it with everything in the room. That’s when he remembered he didn’t have a garbage crusher and actually had a worm composter and was actually idiotocally sitting in a cylinder full of dirt, worms, and depleted uranium rods. Why was Thomas composting uranium rods with worms? He hasn’t the slightest idea why but he’s pretty sure that’s why he has glow in the dark three foot long worms. Thomas chopped the worms into three pieces and went to Subway to sell for 5 dollars (there’s a sale.)
I wrote about this yesterday, about how I had a wall around my heart and my fiance broke that wall with his love, patience, and kindness. I am so lucky to marrying a man like him. Much more than lucky. I am blessed!
she painted them all the same white. not white but swiss mocha, which you think might be creamy, warm, but they are a stark, bright whiteness. you culod hate it, or you could say thank you because all of your colors shine so nicely against such a simple backdrop.
Walls we build, walls to protect us, shelter us, isolate us. Walls to keep us safe, walls to keep us small. Wall we live in, walls that hold our monsters.
the great wall of china is the most amazing wall i have ever seen, though not it person. i wonder if it’s builders could have ever imagined it would one day be seen from space.
The walls around me confine me to a space that is not me. It is what everyone else wants of me, expects of me. I want to break from these plain white walls, blank with despair. I want to be outside in the woods without walls and confinement, where I can be free.
Yellow streaked the walls where Daphne had thrown the bucket of paint. That girl was always making a magnificent mess, and somehow, this time, it was beautiful too. “Just do that with some green and you’ll have the essence of spring.”
They surround us physically, spiritually, metaphorically and in so many ways they keep us in more than keep others out. How does one knock on a wall that they can’t see, feel, or describe? where are your walls and how do you open them up to the world.
Imagine being locked in room.
The only thing in the room is you.
You’re surrounded by white walls..
Four corners with nowhere to go..
The white is overwhelming,
Your thoughts are overflowing,
How are you going to get out?
Why are you here?
walls all around me, who biult them? them or I? the same wals in my room, reflect the walls i’ve built myself. which are stronger which will last the and stand the test of time. which walls mean more which are more fragile, which are more important which are necessary? who builds these walls and why are they built straight and not round?
they keep us safe,
warm and sheltered
from the elements.
sheltered from what lay outside.
sheltered from the world.
they keep us blind.
blind from seeing what storms may
be on the way.
blind from seeing the world for
what it really is.
tall thick hard to come down
walls protect you from alots of things
walls also covers up things you not ready to face in life
walls keep you away from alot of things in life
walls are spaces that hold you in to that place. They define you or the space that you live. Walls i think are meant to broken down though. There may be a negative connotation to this word. I feel good about breaking down walls, because they are barriers.
I wish walls could talk and give me words of encouragement on nights when i cry and need a shoulder. or just words to cheer me on as i debate whether or not to pursue something! oh how i wish walls could be friends in times of need and times of joy! its
walls build up the houses,
religions divide by buiding walls ,,,
I ran down the corridor at full speed. He was closing in on me as my legs began to turn to jelly. The walls seemed to twist in front of me as my eye sight blurred. Reaching the end, despair spiralled wildly in my stomach. No door. I was trapped. Trapped within these four walls with no escape. I turned around and took a deep breath, holding it in my throat. This was the end of the race.
Walls are no impediment to Duff, as he spies on Raina from his motel rooms or on
the street. He doesn’t intend to stalk her…he’s just overprotective, and he loves her so much! Vacation from Love, Available on Kindle for just 99 cents!
The walls were closing in. White, expressionless walls. But they stopped. When they formed a perfect cube five feet to each side, they stopped. Now the walls were a cozy box. One wall fell flat. An open box.
walls are like every where like in your houses and even outside like if you try to run into one you will get hurt and to usually seperate something like in hotels your going to have to seperate your rooms from other peoples rooms because if you dont you will kind of be really wierd to see other families come into your room because their are no walls. Walls is a very important thing.
walls remind me of home.
i run into walls… some walls are blue some are orange some are green and some are purple some are pink and some are brown… and sometimes walls manage to run into me… some are black and some are light violet i love walls
They keep you inside. They are what make and inside and they keep us warm. Walls also protect us and keep us from being dead. They can also be deadly if you run into them.
i ran into a wall today walls are evil houses have walls
walls hold us in and make us look at the unfinished painting that faded on the surface.
i have walls in my house
i use walls to do walls sits
they are useful in homes
Walls Covered in mirriors reflecting the light bouncing through this place, walls that have absorbed more truth then we could ever know walls that hold all our secrets all the pieces even the ones we didnt notice from every moment that has happened in between them
walls are to keep people away from thngs or to keep circulation in a certain place. or to even keep jacob mills away from the scary monsters that try to eat him.
Jacob mills sleeps inside the walls of his grandmothers home. He is homeless so he has to sleep in the walls silently. His grandmother is suspicious when she heres the munching of his pinecones when he eats them.
walls are plain and stoopid and i run into them. i hurts every time i tun into one.
a wall mhelps keep a building up and makes the house or building enclosed it also keeps in heat or cold depending on its tempature.
bouncing off the walls. same old for me :) amazing
Walls are tall, and they aren’t completely solid, despite what you may think. What is on the other side is never what you expect it to be, and it could reach you any time it wants.
Close me in. Shut me out. Can’t breathe. Can’t sleep. But at least I am secure. Away from everything but the troubles of my own mind. Blank spaces. Tight places. This is where I can’t escape.
These walls
Once my sanctuary… Now my prison.
Once filled with laughter and joy… Now heart ache and tears.
Tear the down from the ground up.
walls are disruptive in nature. they divide and conquer and go against the law of the universe which is unity. they are divisive and cause partition. walls can be the cause of conflict and debate. walls cannot and must not be allowed to cause tension
There are walls everywhere. The biggest of them all and the hardest to scale are the walls we create within our own minds. The day we climb over to the other side, we are truly free. The day we stop building them in the first place, we have ascended to heaven!
The walls were closing in. Thomas was making an obscure star wars reference by setting off the garbage crusher to destroy him. He tried everything he could, he picked up poles to try to stop the crushing power but they just snapped. He tried to stop it with everything in the room. That’s when he remembered he didn’t have a garbage crusher and actually had a worm composter and was actually idiotocally sitting in a cylinder full of dirt, worms, and depleted uranium rods. Why was Thomas composting uranium rods with worms? He hasn’t the slightest idea why but he’s pretty sure that’s why he has glow in the dark three foot long worms. Thomas chopped the worms into three pieces and went to Subway to sell for 5 dollars (there’s a sale.)
I wrote about this yesterday, about how I had a wall around my heart and my fiance broke that wall with his love, patience, and kindness. I am so lucky to marrying a man like him. Much more than lucky. I am blessed!
Why would I care about walls. Walls are tall and bald. They should make hairy walls. They should also make bouncy walls. Then they would be fun walls.
she painted them all the same white. not white but swiss mocha, which you think might be creamy, warm, but they are a stark, bright whiteness. you culod hate it, or you could say thank you because all of your colors shine so nicely against such a simple backdrop.
are there to climb , to protect my estate , to be broken to be opened to be of crystals and love powder and golden
Why would I care about walls. Walls are tall and bald. They should make hairy walls. Soft walls. Puring walls. They should also make bouncy walls.
Walls we build, walls to protect us, shelter us, isolate us. Walls to keep us safe, walls to keep us small. Wall we live in, walls that hold our monsters.
human walls. that’s what they’re called. and there are so many of them between us.
the great wall of china is the most amazing wall i have ever seen, though not it person. i wonder if it’s builders could have ever imagined it would one day be seen from space.
The walls around me confine me to a space that is not me. It is what everyone else wants of me, expects of me. I want to break from these plain white walls, blank with despair. I want to be outside in the woods without walls and confinement, where I can be free.
Yellow streaked the walls where Daphne had thrown the bucket of paint. That girl was always making a magnificent mess, and somehow, this time, it was beautiful too. “Just do that with some green and you’ll have the essence of spring.”