There are walls everywhere, in my head, in my way. They are blocking my way to freedom. I must move them with my own strength. I need time to get stronger so I can break these walls. It will be tough but I think I’ll be able to because I want to become stronger.
Walls can be built to keep things in, keep things out or to hide things away. I’ve spent my life building walls to keep people out and it’s time for me to tear those walls down. I’m tired of not being able to feel or love. I’m tired of not showing emotion. As much as I like my walls and though they’ve kept me safe for a life time, it’s time for them to go.
The walls crumbled around him as the bombardment continued. He had lost his cameraman somewhere in the dark alleys outside and any memory of remembering the right way out of the rubble was being rocked from his mind by the deafening percussion of the bombs. The red flag tied around his hand may be his only ticket out of this war zone.
Walls are things that trap you in. The foreboding walls closed in around her and she felt she was going to sufficate. A wall to climb over. A challenge to solve. A wall to my heart. A wall in between us.
The walls are white. They surround me not quite too closely, but they feel like they could become too close at any minute. I can see each bump, each wave in the texture of the white paint. I think for a moment about what may be outside them, but I know there are no doors and no windows, and I decide to sit for now and enjoy the white walls.
The large high rise walls, encaging me inside, no windows no soul, who am i locked inside, where do i go, only corners surround me. Walking in squares not circles the harshness of the turn of events is crushing. Soothing, smooth walls are the death of me.
“The walls are closing in!” she screamed. I watched her, not knowing how to help. She thrashed desperately, trying to seek a way out of there, but there didn’t appear to be any way out at all. I waited some more, in my indecision. Finally I decided to help. So I woke her up, gently.
It’s quite depressing
being trapped inside these four walls.
Every little thing is breaking me apart.
I want to go out and be free.
Though I always know,
that I’ll always be trapped inside these four walls.
blank white hard odd texture. hard. brick. cant think. you have to push on it. like talking to a brick wall. while rooms. space. huge rooms. while makes things bigger. colored walls kill my eyes. make everything hard ot breathe. why?
actually my mood is depressed so for me this word wall is good……..in this world there is a walls…….. large walls which is difficult to break but not impossible…………….i can break all the walls around me…………yes i will do it …………god help me……………
walls are blank. white. empty. a place to close you in. you’re alone. you’ve never felt yourself more than you do at that very moment. do you know yourself? you are not you. you are only what’s inside your head. you forget what you look like. you forget your name. you only know your being.
walls keep things apart; they are barriers. but then which kind of walls are you talking about? the physical walls that separate each room or psychological obstacles to achieve a goal? needs to be defined before it can be talked about, otherwise you confuse everybody
Walls can separate you. from things you do want and from things you don’t. its up to you to conquer them or build them.
Little things can make them up or big things -whatever you chose. But walls can start from one tiny little brick if you let it.
walls usually there are four, but they can be less. they represent both a literal and a figurative state of mind for instance commonly associated with things like writers block.
the walls are thin
and a lack thereof
i can hear every cough
rustle
and breath
of my family members
we are a living
breathing
mini community
that barely knows each other.
my nearest wall is thin
dividing
me and the beast
as i hear her scream
and rot
and my heart
feels heavy
with dread
If walls could talk, they’d have card games, smoking cigars and hooting with papered mustaches, gaudy patterned neckties, and those painted waistcoats. While the tables and chairs would wish they could have a keg party, on all their own, were it not for the fact that decks of blackjack frenzies were laid upon them.
I’m trapped behind these four walls. on the inside im feeling trapped also. Why cant you just accept me for who i am. Let me live. Let me be free. Trust that i do know how to handle myself and I’ll be ok.
I am so tired of everybody, I am sick of these walls that my parents built to keep me safe. I am sick of this hedge maze, this carved path. I do not want to see disapproving stone faces when I climb the over-sized rose bush, I cannot live this predetermined life. I am going to climb, high and higher until the drop might kill me altogether.
I’m tired of keeping these walls up. Whenever I see you, I want to do nothing more than push you up against the nearest possible surface and kiss the breath out of you. I want to run my fingers through your hair.
Walls hold in water so that many may have water, Walls hold in the heat so that we may be warm. Walls, however can hold in things we really don’t want to hold on to. Like hate and anger
There are walls in my room and I feel them closing in. I don’t want walls in my life, I want the walls to go away. I want to be left out of the walls. I want to hit the walls. I want them to go away. The walls between her and I are very able to be destroyed. I am going to destroy them. I want the walls to push out. I hate walls. Walls. Walls.
Walls.
Walls.
Walls.
Walls. Walls.
These walls are like my safe haven. I block out the world & here I am, in a solitude which allows me to remember who I am & what I am doing in this world. What if there were no walls..
Walls all around me. Pushing in. They all have faces. The faces of people I love, people I don’t want to hurt. They whisper things to me but I can’t hear them. But I already know what they are saying. They are asking me to chose, to figure things out. The walls want me to decide. To finally speak out…
Walls are those structures that imprison, hold you in. Imagine a world without walls, Imagine the freedom to see the breadth, the height, and the vastness of humanity and breathe. A world without walls. A free exchange. Freedom at its finest.
Cinderblock. White. I’m trapped. I feel like i’ve always been trapped by them. It’s cinderblock that i’m all to familiar with. Maybe brick would be a good change. Just maybe. I think i’d like glass walls. I could see the outside. Or maybe that would be worse, to be able to see what i’m missing.
Walls are those things that close you in. They are the structures which imprison. Can you imagine a world without walls. Can you imagine the freedom, no structures to impede you from seeing the beauty of nature. Can you imagine no structures.
The walls stretched high above our heads, reaching a dome-shaped ceiling covered in yards and yards of beautiful artwork. We’d never seen anything like it. I reached out to touch the polished armrests of the wooden pews as we made our way down the main aisle, gaping at the massiveness of everything and feeling smaller and smaller the deeper we walked into the cathedral.
We met on a ship above the streams of blue. A blur of excitment, thrilling adventure. You said you couldn’t live without me. That you would try to win my heart, no matter what.
You love me, even after all these months. But my heart remains cold.
We cannot be… but how can I say it so I don’t break you?
The symbol of separation, it divides space. Literally, it divides one room from another, or the inside from the outside. Metaphorically, it can be an obstacle, something that comes between you and your goal. Walls are difficult to overcome as they are not meant to fall or be overcome. In doing so, one is able to reache one’s goals and grow a little as a person. Walls can be more like ladders in that way.
After you left I remained in silence, waiting for the walls to whisper tender words to calm my pain, but they remained in silence as well. Their pale colors, their cold temperature, the holes between the briks, the aged paint, they reminded me of my self. The walls, they contain and hide, secretly they witness how our fragile existence colapses with incongruity. After you left I watched the walls, waiting for them to give me an answer. Along with the answer came time, it struck me in the middle of a street. While I understood the absurdity of love, I couldn’t avoid thinking of the walls, always steady, always righteous. Once they told me love was only a distraction, a distraction from the real problem, ourselves. That was all they ever said.
bare and empty. filled with washed-out white. what color is it really? brown? yellow? forest green? looking at walls tells you what mood to be in. it shows expression, in the simplest form
the walls are closing in on me. i know you arent here because i cant feel you. i only feel the walls closing in on me. they are cold and blank and lifeless. it literally is driving me crazy. these four walls,,, they echo your absence
There are walls everywhere, in my head, in my way. They are blocking my way to freedom. I must move them with my own strength. I need time to get stronger so I can break these walls. It will be tough but I think I’ll be able to because I want to become stronger.
It was a small room. A white room. No windows. No door. Nothing.
He wasn’t sure how he had gotten there. The last thing he remembered was falling. Falling off of what? He didn’t know.
The room is changing. The walls shifting. Turning into the night sky. He doesn’t know why, but he knows that he is going somewhere new.
Walls can be built to keep things in, keep things out or to hide things away. I’ve spent my life building walls to keep people out and it’s time for me to tear those walls down. I’m tired of not being able to feel or love. I’m tired of not showing emotion. As much as I like my walls and though they’ve kept me safe for a life time, it’s time for them to go.
The walls crumbled around him as the bombardment continued. He had lost his cameraman somewhere in the dark alleys outside and any memory of remembering the right way out of the rubble was being rocked from his mind by the deafening percussion of the bombs. The red flag tied around his hand may be his only ticket out of this war zone.
Walls are things that trap you in. The foreboding walls closed in around her and she felt she was going to sufficate. A wall to climb over. A challenge to solve. A wall to my heart. A wall in between us.
Being a real person was far too painful so you settled with sky-high walls that only you could pretend to love.
The walls are white. They surround me not quite too closely, but they feel like they could become too close at any minute. I can see each bump, each wave in the texture of the white paint. I think for a moment about what may be outside them, but I know there are no doors and no windows, and I decide to sit for now and enjoy the white walls.
The large high rise walls, encaging me inside, no windows no soul, who am i locked inside, where do i go, only corners surround me. Walking in squares not circles the harshness of the turn of events is crushing. Soothing, smooth walls are the death of me.
“The walls are closing in!” she screamed. I watched her, not knowing how to help. She thrashed desperately, trying to seek a way out of there, but there didn’t appear to be any way out at all. I waited some more, in my indecision. Finally I decided to help. So I woke her up, gently.
It’s quite depressing
being trapped inside these four walls.
Every little thing is breaking me apart.
I want to go out and be free.
Though I always know,
that I’ll always be trapped inside these four walls.
blank white hard odd texture. hard. brick. cant think. you have to push on it. like talking to a brick wall. while rooms. space. huge rooms. while makes things bigger. colored walls kill my eyes. make everything hard ot breathe. why?
Walls everywhere trapping me in. I feel so clustered inside these walls. White walls all around. I think I’m going crazy.
actually my mood is depressed so for me this word wall is good……..in this world there is a walls…….. large walls which is difficult to break but not impossible…………….i can break all the walls around me…………yes i will do it …………god help me……………
walls are blank. white. empty. a place to close you in. you’re alone. you’ve never felt yourself more than you do at that very moment. do you know yourself? you are not you. you are only what’s inside your head. you forget what you look like. you forget your name. you only know your being.
Walls. I need to climb mine. I can either look at it, walk around it or build around it.
walls keep things apart; they are barriers. but then which kind of walls are you talking about? the physical walls that separate each room or psychological obstacles to achieve a goal? needs to be defined before it can be talked about, otherwise you confuse everybody
Walls can separate you. from things you do want and from things you don’t. its up to you to conquer them or build them.
Little things can make them up or big things -whatever you chose. But walls can start from one tiny little brick if you let it.
walls usually there are four, but they can be less. they represent both a literal and a figurative state of mind for instance commonly associated with things like writers block.
the walls are thin
and a lack thereof
i can hear every cough
rustle
and breath
of my family members
we are a living
breathing
mini community
that barely knows each other.
my nearest wall is thin
dividing
me and the beast
as i hear her scream
and rot
and my heart
feels heavy
with dread
If walls could talk, they’d have card games, smoking cigars and hooting with papered mustaches, gaudy patterned neckties, and those painted waistcoats. While the tables and chairs would wish they could have a keg party, on all their own, were it not for the fact that decks of blackjack frenzies were laid upon them.
I’m trapped behind these four walls. on the inside im feeling trapped also. Why cant you just accept me for who i am. Let me live. Let me be free. Trust that i do know how to handle myself and I’ll be ok.
I am so tired of everybody, I am sick of these walls that my parents built to keep me safe. I am sick of this hedge maze, this carved path. I do not want to see disapproving stone faces when I climb the over-sized rose bush, I cannot live this predetermined life. I am going to climb, high and higher until the drop might kill me altogether.
I’m tired of keeping these walls up. Whenever I see you, I want to do nothing more than push you up against the nearest possible surface and kiss the breath out of you. I want to run my fingers through your hair.
Walls hold in water so that many may have water, Walls hold in the heat so that we may be warm. Walls, however can hold in things we really don’t want to hold on to. Like hate and anger
they go up
they come down
but sometimes they’re impenetrable
sometimes they’re glass
sometimes they break
but sometimes there’s nothing on the other side
There are walls in my room and I feel them closing in. I don’t want walls in my life, I want the walls to go away. I want to be left out of the walls. I want to hit the walls. I want them to go away. The walls between her and I are very able to be destroyed. I am going to destroy them. I want the walls to push out. I hate walls. Walls. Walls.
Walls.
Walls.
Walls.
Walls. Walls.
“I don’t think I can break through this creative block.” She said.
The wall stood before us tall and thick, each brick a piece of jagged-edged rock.
“Give me your hand.” I whispered gently.
Her darting glance betrayed a lingering doubt. At last she laced her fingers with mine and I clenched our hands into one fist.
“Now I will show you how it is done.”
These walls are like my safe haven. I block out the world & here I am, in a solitude which allows me to remember who I am & what I am doing in this world. What if there were no walls..
Walls all around me. Pushing in. They all have faces. The faces of people I love, people I don’t want to hurt. They whisper things to me but I can’t hear them. But I already know what they are saying. They are asking me to chose, to figure things out. The walls want me to decide. To finally speak out…
The outermost thresholds of a boundry. Walls are far too important to be ignored. They enclose and push their ajenda. Nary allowing freedom.
‘your walls are too high for me.please break it down so i can get your heart’ he told me this everytime and now he had gave up
Walls are those structures that imprison, hold you in. Imagine a world without walls, Imagine the freedom to see the breadth, the height, and the vastness of humanity and breathe. A world without walls. A free exchange. Freedom at its finest.
Cinderblock. White. I’m trapped. I feel like i’ve always been trapped by them. It’s cinderblock that i’m all to familiar with. Maybe brick would be a good change. Just maybe. I think i’d like glass walls. I could see the outside. Or maybe that would be worse, to be able to see what i’m missing.
Walls are those things that close you in. They are the structures which imprison. Can you imagine a world without walls. Can you imagine the freedom, no structures to impede you from seeing the beauty of nature. Can you imagine no structures.
The walls stretched high above our heads, reaching a dome-shaped ceiling covered in yards and yards of beautiful artwork. We’d never seen anything like it. I reached out to touch the polished armrests of the wooden pews as we made our way down the main aisle, gaping at the massiveness of everything and feeling smaller and smaller the deeper we walked into the cathedral.
You’ve given me a problem.
We met on a ship above the streams of blue. A blur of excitment, thrilling adventure. You said you couldn’t live without me. That you would try to win my heart, no matter what.
You love me, even after all these months. But my heart remains cold.
We cannot be… but how can I say it so I don’t break you?
The symbol of separation, it divides space. Literally, it divides one room from another, or the inside from the outside. Metaphorically, it can be an obstacle, something that comes between you and your goal. Walls are difficult to overcome as they are not meant to fall or be overcome. In doing so, one is able to reache one’s goals and grow a little as a person. Walls can be more like ladders in that way.
After you left I remained in silence, waiting for the walls to whisper tender words to calm my pain, but they remained in silence as well. Their pale colors, their cold temperature, the holes between the briks, the aged paint, they reminded me of my self. The walls, they contain and hide, secretly they witness how our fragile existence colapses with incongruity. After you left I watched the walls, waiting for them to give me an answer. Along with the answer came time, it struck me in the middle of a street. While I understood the absurdity of love, I couldn’t avoid thinking of the walls, always steady, always righteous. Once they told me love was only a distraction, a distraction from the real problem, ourselves. That was all they ever said.
bare and empty. filled with washed-out white. what color is it really? brown? yellow? forest green? looking at walls tells you what mood to be in. it shows expression, in the simplest form
the walls are closing in on me. i know you arent here because i cant feel you. i only feel the walls closing in on me. they are cold and blank and lifeless. it literally is driving me crazy. these four walls,,, they echo your absence