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Brick. Air. Brick. Mist. Rubber. Tear them down. Build them up. The walls of my heart. I cannot make up my mind. Walls are needed but maybe the sunshine is on the other side?
By LJ URL on 02.07.2012
Don’t put up walls between us. If you do, paint them a fun color. Better yet – wallpaper them! If only I could be a fly on the wall. A fly on the wall of humanity, perhaps? This is my first time doing this and my time is running out – panic!!! :)
By hiyapapaya URL on 02.07.2012
walls are all i see right in front of me now
and i see a mega man poster to my right on the other side of the wall
i wish i had a view out my window while i work
a beautiful park or a nice mountain view
while i paint
By hamla on 02.07.2012
Walls we build around us walls on my street covered in ivy walls in my head covered in dust drowing in bricks under which I lay at nights smothered in concrete here I lay underneath it all as I grow through crack by crack as the light moves into me and I twist in the daylight whilst the soil bleeds from my bones and I wait for you. I wait for you to lay your Ivory next to mine to sing with mine. Yet it is slient in this space this hollow space that you love, room for me to turn as the roses stick their thorns into my spine as I roll onto red dust. Red dust nothing else left of me but black in this blackness the hot scorching petals have dried and left. I am alone again without you my darling .I can’t touch your face skim your bones under the dryness as my fingers crumble into the past. Come back to me whoever you are. Come and lay next to me again and let me sneak into your ghost so that I may stop haunting the day and stalking the night. I cannot bear it any more. Please.
By claire cordingley on 02.07.2012
must have windows or i don’t like them. brick in theory is pretty, but if you’ve got to break through walls, kind of rough against the skin. if there are walls, they better have a good reason for being there. wide open space is so much more relaxing. i feel confined when the walls are too close. everybody does. i’m not alone in this.
By val to the gal URL on 02.07.2012
Inside me. Around me. Between you and I. Separation. Division. Constraining us all.
By Devon on 02.07.2012
There are no walls in the rooms of our hearts. A Hallmark sentiment? Perhaps. But there is no denying the fact that we always have room in our hearts for more. That is proper and right, and what makes us human.
By lil_nail URL on 02.07.2012
Walls offer boundaries, protection, privacy, barriers to keep people in and enemies out.
By LindiBee on 02.07.2012
People believe they exist where they don’t exist. Take a picture of the Earth from space, there are no walls between countries. We shouldn’t pretend political borders matter. We should pretend that human beings matter and let the walls come tumbling down.
By adam URL on 02.07.2012
are there to be walked through
nothing but mirage and a mirror of fear that prevails
they are just pretense, veils
and there to guide us through in ways
that would otherwise be doors.
By clare mulvany on 02.07.2012
staring at them is sometimes the most comforting feeling- you know there’s something solid ahead of you yet it allows you to explore your thoughts to the deepest depths, taking you to unknown places
I pick wall colours based on their names
I love my blue wall
I don’t like a lot of shit on walls- I like aesthetically clean
By Paulina on 02.07.2012
Walls have held me when I couldn’t hold myself. I have allowed myself to build walls to free the forbidden in others. The walls that best describe what I love are the walls that break down.
By Navjit Kandola URL on 02.07.2012
are as relevant or as irrelevant as you want them to be.
By Mariamparo on 02.07.2012
keep us in, protect us, get in the way, contain, a canvas, a place to share art, brick, timber, stone, stone walls in a garden, walls….are what we choose to see them as.
By Tracey URL on 02.07.2012
There are no walls only probabilities of enlightenment.
Some walls stand but soon fall. Many are built and are
Sublimated by the wishes of others. Brick by brick
And within time all continues as before. Don’t believe me?
Construct the thickest one and realize for yourself.
By David House URL on 02.07.2012
walls. inside. and out. and beyond them. between them what are they made of? what exists in the tiny cracks between the mortar of our internal walls? is that the tiny space where there is enough air for us to grow and start breaking them down?
By maeg URL on 02.07.2012
Walls hold stories, memories, secrets… literally. People walls are much harder to define and the break.
By Tiia URL on 02.07.2012
You’ve got limitations on your mind,
rickety fences to knock over,
a psychological boundary to push past,
and no sledgehammer in sight.
By Mara on 02.07.2012
Do they keep us in or out? What if we broke them all down? What if we painted them all crazy colors? What if we could see inside them? Do they keep us safe or just an illusion?
By Tracy URL on 02.07.2012
walls- I have never much cared for walls. they are confining. I feel trapped and absolutely need a door or windows. but still I need to break out of the walls into the sunlight, into the fresh air. The only good thing about walls is hanging pictures of memories I have made.
By frankie michelle URL on 02.07.2012
Build ‘em, build ‘em quick, build ‘em fast, and make sure they last. All it takes are some hardened tears and a few well-chosen memories. Guaranteed to keep you busy and relationships interesting for years to come
By EJ on 02.07.2012
We build them so quickly. Faster, in fact, than we can tear them down. Keeping people out. Keeping ourselves safe. Some say they’re for protection. I say protection and safety are illusions. What if we were to spend equal amounts of time taking walls down as we do erecting them? How might the world be different then?
By Mindy on 02.07.2012
walls can be small or tall .. i like them made of greenery like liliquoi vines or guava or palm trees or ginger patches… walls can be put up or taken down, they can be visible or invisible.
By suki kapinao URL on 02.07.2012
we put them up around ourselves to protect ourselves from others, from pests, from letting anyone one else into our spaces.
We put them up round our hearts and minds too to protect from within and without
All walls can eventually be broken by force, by joint effort and by willpower.
By Andrea H on 02.07.2012
walls drift down when wind rain finds them in fresh-breathing april.
By Kevin Macneil Brown URL on 02.07.2012
surround me enclose me protect me restrict me both home and prison secret garden walled fountain shattered sturdy around
By aa on 02.07.2012
Can’t breathe. Exhausted trying to climb these walls. They are suffocating me, but I can’t seem to ever make it over the top of just one–one of these walls. Should I stop climbing. Maybe I’m supposed to stay in the basement. Beneath the walls.
By Sheryl on 02.07.2012
Lots of walls. Little time. Lots of things to break. Going to get through.
Lots of people… Forces putting them up.
Hate them. Kill them. No walls left. Just bricks that I can use to throw at the people who thought they could put them up around me.
By tripplesea on 02.07.2012
There are walls we put up around us and we think that they’re protecting us but all they are doing is keeping you in a little shell. keeping you from experiences you could have but cannot see through the walls. If you have to have walls for protections, realize you can make them short. You can be in the world but not of it. The short wall allows you to see the activity and potentials around you but helps you not be involved in the dramas that can keep you from your dream. But allows you to see your dreams as well.
By joanna URL on 02.07.2012
Close in, are either colored or white, keep things away or things in/protected, are good for leaning on or doing a headstand, are hard to clean unless you like to scrub a lot…they don’t make a wall vacuum.
By Tiffany Johnson on 02.07.2012
walls all around, i can see light above so they don’t seal me in completely, i can do this I can take these down, they only hold me in as long as I let them
By Gina URL on 02.07.2012
So we put up the fences and patted the mortar down. I crawled into my little shell within the confines of everything.
Safe here. Untouchable here.
Alone, here ..
.. But alone I had chosen to be! There was a way to rise up, I’m sure. Some sort of riddle: “A girl, alone, with a ladder and a room with no walls. All she has are the pieces of a broken mind. How does she get out?”
She tears a hole in her heart, and climbs out that way. Climbs beyond it all.
Or she waits for someone to rescue her.
“Fair play,” I said to myself, to no one. “But you’ll have to catch me.”
By haywirehay URL on 02.07.2012
they can be colorfull or boring. my walls hav erainbows and unicorns on my walls. my sister has flying pig running down wallstreet thenall of a sudden take off and icecream shoots out of the ets from therejetpack.
By Alllison URL on 02.07.2012
walls painted with memories of you
the shadows from outside
By Michelle Black URL on 02.07.2012
They are closing, falling, crushing, crumbling. Slowly the walls I built around me turn into ruins. They are easily scaled and nature has already started taking back her own. As I stand staring out past the wreckage of my barriers, I see you standing on the other side with your hand outstretched, beckoning me into the light of day.
By Anabel Crowe URL on 02.07.2012
The walls seemed to close in on him. Jake put his head in his hands and began to cry, not even caring that he was a grown man, not even caring who saw him crying. He didn’t care that his daughter was crying. He didn’t want to do this. He was only eighteen, he wasn’t old enough to handle a child, and certainly not alone. Not without Hayley, who had forced her walls down to let him in. And now she was gone, and he was lost.
By Elsie Shu URL on 02.07.2012
Sheetrock. Rock lobster. Lobster tail. Tail end. End hate. Oh, if only it was that easy.
By theyLLneverknow URL on 02.07.2012
The walls are invisible, but they still stop me from entering.
The walls are real.
The walls matter.
By frog on 02.07.2012
They surrounded me on all sides and I felt them falling in on me again and again like I was at the epicenter of some great collapse a labyrinth without escape or meaning and it saddened me that all I could hear was the collapse.
By Richard URL on 02.07.2012
Walls build up worlds. They break nations apart. They protect. They defend. They isolate. They shoulder the pain of the expectations that we place upon them. Walls are powerful, they listen without judgement. Walls are what keep us sane. They keep the noise out. They are open to being decorated.
By Nathalie Lussier URL on 02.07.2012