They’re closing in around me, fast and suffocating.. then SNAP! i push back with my mind, making space and loving the fresh breeze.. what an amazing feeling it is to have made a CHOICE to push back.. you can only sit in suffocation for so long before you need to DECIDE to push back. Thank you walls for bringing me to this point <3
walls walls everywhere. our very being is defined by walls, the invisible but defined space between you and everything else in the universe. The thinnest of membrane that energy passes through – or not. Break ’em and build’em, experiment daily with them, transcend those that keep you small and nurture the ones that keep your power intact. Your real power, that fire inside that burns bright and lights the world.
bringing me in. keeping me contained. defining boundaries. building them. breaking them down. yours, mine, never ours. space contained. space defined. places for art.
The only thing that came between them was a wall higher than the risk that they both wanted to take. A wall so strong and and indestructible that seemed impossible to breach. But they found a way. Not by force, not by being cunning, but by being true, sincere and brave. Within a moment that wall succumbed to the love they shared and fought for. A love, undeniable, untouchable, and unstoppable. No amount of concrete can impede hearts acting as one.
they go up, they go down. Helpful & hurtful. Colorful and plain. Full of family memories or just plain art that you like. Need some new colors on our walls in our new house.
Walls, surrounding me. LET ME OUT. everywhere I turn, walls are holding me in. Captured. How do I get out, when it’s clear I’m meant to be held in. A captive in these walls, forced to remain, forever.
walls to balls or should I say balls to the wall this is what I think of , this and balls deep when gutsy women come to mind, I also think of the walls that need decoration in my house and in my mothers house, strange but true to think of the wall sin some one elses house, but it more like my own, what about the Berlin wall, and when it came down, or the great wall of China…
walls hold paintings and paintings come from someone who took the time and effort to make it. Walls hold pictures of our memories, our family, our friends. Walls hold in heat and keep out cold or vice versa. Walls can be different shapes, patterns and textures. All walls hold stories and memories
things that bind us that make us ese the reality that make us have limitations that stop us from what we are doing that make us ram our heads into reality that make us emotionally unavailable that demean who we are as humans and find an emptyness in life that is what walls are/
Oh God, walls, walls, walls. There are so many of them. Dirty stained dull walls that sit just in front of my face day after day after day after week after year after year… ok , now just stop… but then there are the glass walls 25 or 26 floors up – they call them windows but they don’t open which stops us throwing ourselves out of them when disillusionment threatens to swamp us. Most significant of all are the invisible walls, they separate us by who or what we are or aren’t, what we do or don’t know, who we know or not, and what we do or don’t have. Damn the walls. I want sun and sky.
walls form the boundaries of our life. they divide buildings–homes, schools–into compartments. they separate us from others. But they also give us a place to display things we love–pictures, decorations, clocks. they provide us an opportunity to play with color and design. without walls we’d have one huge open space.
people put up walls to keep things out, to keep things in. wall can serve a purpose but also can limit, obstruct, and not allow that which is most impoer
they can be cover in memories and colours and all things that make you smile. Walls can be coloured in reds and yellows. They can be used to protect you or to shield you from harm. They can also shut you out from learning and newness. A blank wall is like a canvas to me, a vastness of opportunity!
My friend just did this, and walls was exactly what he got as well. He wrote about how walls confine us. I would have to agree. Recently I took a job as a wrangler on a ranch in Montana – do you know what that means? I don’t have any walls. The only walls around me will be the walls of my own mind, and I promise that those expand for miles.
People underestimate them, but walls have become ingrained in our culture, and they don’t even have to be physical. We put up walls to keep people out, to protect ourselves. But really, we are only trapping ourselves in.
If I could walk through your walls, what would I find? I cannot attempt to try to hide anything from you, which is why I developed the ability to walk through walls.
Walls can be beautiful things. Sometimes they hold within them what is truly special to us and sometimes they can keep out the boogie man! The love of walls can also be a prison in and of itself – if you love walls too much they will keep out love. Protection is for the weak!
walls are used to protect what is most valuable to me- my pride. walls keep me from being vulnerable, but walls also protect me from relating with others. they keep me pridefully solitary.
really? didnt Nicole just write about this one? Ah well, the wolves are in the walls is a book. Doctor Suess does not have AIDS. AIDS is not very helpful unless you mean the aids that help people.
Walls are symbolic and can be both healthy (think boundaries) and unhealthy (think barricades that prevent human contact). Of course, they’re also literal, but those aren’t as interesting to me this very minute.
like a pasta seashell
wrapped in your warm, noodly, delicious embrace
i am your tomato sauce
i’m your blood and organs, bitch
I AM YOUR LIFE, MOTHERFUCKER
The walls were closing in on her. She couldn’t breath. This was her worst nightmare come to life. She felt like she couldn’t breath and that the room was spinning. She tried desperately to push a wall back but no luck. She started screaming, screaming hoping someone would hear her.
Walls are a reflection of who you are. What colors, what are on it, and what is behind them. When you look at your walls, who do you want to see? Who do you want to be. Let your walls reflect everything you are and hope to be. Walls can be a gateway to your soul
walls are canvases. backdrops. walls are comforting. People have been tearing down walls in favor of the “open plan”, but I think that there is often a good reason for walls. Privacy, separation of space functions, being able to take a phone call without everyone else hearing.
the walls surrounding are too stark, too white. it makes it feel like sterile, like a hospital. this is not a warm place. there is no friendliness here, only cleanliness.
Walls serve to hold us in, to keep us from reaching our desired potential. They serve as hindrances and stumbling blocks to us. But in most cases we are supposed to go over or around these walls in order to be truly successful in life. So for this reason walls can be viewed as both positive and negative aspects of society.
Laege expanses and small crevices, containing us like muscle and skin and bone inside. Holding us like untamed cities and holding us like free winds of sea and field. Capture us, we choose them.
Walls hold us in but they also provide the boundaries we need for structure. They are both inhibiting and the very foundation of the things we create. Thank fuck for doors and windows. Here’s a toast to the limits that don’t hold us back but inspire creative solutions.
walls are made to be broken. the brick ones are meant to come down, but only when the most determined stand against them. walls exist in my life – they exist between me and my family, because of religious differences; between me and my friends, because of lifestyle differences; and between me and my coworkers, because they cannot know who I am (or I’d probably be fired, haha). really, there’s only one person in my life with whom there are no walls – and even with him, I can’t ever promise that there are /no/ walls. there are still walls, but they are few and weak, and they often come down when I least expect it.
tear down the walls the maze of your mind will lead you around in circles til you fall down the rabbit hole, it’s amazing the walls will play tricks on you and close doors where there was once open space, once communication… tear down the walls, when you can, and when you cannot, accept it and walk away. Forgiveness is the master key, the solver of wars. Forgiveness is a meadow, come meet me here :)
i am confined within these walls
they keep me feeling safe and secure
yet the bound my potential into its for corners
without walls
my ideas would just shoot straight out for miles and miles
instead of bouncing around the room
familiarizing themselves with ordinary white walls
then bouncing back into my mind to be produced
into creative beauty
They’re closing in around me, fast and suffocating.. then SNAP! i push back with my mind, making space and loving the fresh breeze.. what an amazing feeling it is to have made a CHOICE to push back.. you can only sit in suffocation for so long before you need to DECIDE to push back. Thank you walls for bringing me to this point <3
walls walls everywhere. our very being is defined by walls, the invisible but defined space between you and everything else in the universe. The thinnest of membrane that energy passes through – or not. Break ’em and build’em, experiment daily with them, transcend those that keep you small and nurture the ones that keep your power intact. Your real power, that fire inside that burns bright and lights the world.
walls of my heart surround me. walls of my old fears capture me. walls in my damaged brain confuse me. walls between us despair me.
bringing me in. keeping me contained. defining boundaries. building them. breaking them down. yours, mine, never ours. space contained. space defined. places for art.
The only thing that came between them was a wall higher than the risk that they both wanted to take. A wall so strong and and indestructible that seemed impossible to breach. But they found a way. Not by force, not by being cunning, but by being true, sincere and brave. Within a moment that wall succumbed to the love they shared and fought for. A love, undeniable, untouchable, and unstoppable. No amount of concrete can impede hearts acting as one.
they go up, they go down. Helpful & hurtful. Colorful and plain. Full of family memories or just plain art that you like. Need some new colors on our walls in our new house.
Walls, surrounding me. LET ME OUT. everywhere I turn, walls are holding me in. Captured. How do I get out, when it’s clear I’m meant to be held in. A captive in these walls, forced to remain, forever.
walls to balls or should I say balls to the wall this is what I think of , this and balls deep when gutsy women come to mind, I also think of the walls that need decoration in my house and in my mothers house, strange but true to think of the wall sin some one elses house, but it more like my own, what about the Berlin wall, and when it came down, or the great wall of China…
color, wallpaper, plain, hold, hard, bright, personality, whatever you want, pictures, unique, texture, house, home, rentals, pillar, put it together, keep it together,
Walls are those stupid road blocks that get in my way when I’m trying to complete life.
In the walls of justice fermenting minds stagnate. How can one rehabilitate inside? The walls need transparency. The walls need to be better.
walls hold paintings and paintings come from someone who took the time and effort to make it. Walls hold pictures of our memories, our family, our friends. Walls hold in heat and keep out cold or vice versa. Walls can be different shapes, patterns and textures. All walls hold stories and memories
things that bind us that make us ese the reality that make us have limitations that stop us from what we are doing that make us ram our heads into reality that make us emotionally unavailable that demean who we are as humans and find an emptyness in life that is what walls are/
Oh God, walls, walls, walls. There are so many of them. Dirty stained dull walls that sit just in front of my face day after day after day after week after year after year… ok , now just stop… but then there are the glass walls 25 or 26 floors up – they call them windows but they don’t open which stops us throwing ourselves out of them when disillusionment threatens to swamp us. Most significant of all are the invisible walls, they separate us by who or what we are or aren’t, what we do or don’t know, who we know or not, and what we do or don’t have. Damn the walls. I want sun and sky.
walls form the boundaries of our life. they divide buildings–homes, schools–into compartments. they separate us from others. But they also give us a place to display things we love–pictures, decorations, clocks. they provide us an opportunity to play with color and design. without walls we’d have one huge open space.
people put up walls to keep things out, to keep things in. wall can serve a purpose but also can limit, obstruct, and not allow that which is most impoer
The walls close in
as I breath out
mimicking my heartbeat
sealing off my shout
The walls close in
as I breath out
and slowly suffocate
on doubt
Bleak and gray
I am trapped inside
What is wrong with me?
Why am I here?
A figure appears
A translucent figure
Perhaps female
Again, why am I here?
Who is that?
What is that color?
Someone help,
For I feel I’m trapped.
But what did I do?
I never hurt anybody
Or so I thought.
Who is this figure?
The figure must represent something
Something bleak, devastating
For it slowly fades
And I am left here, all alone.
they can be cover in memories and colours and all things that make you smile. Walls can be coloured in reds and yellows. They can be used to protect you or to shield you from harm. They can also shut you out from learning and newness. A blank wall is like a canvas to me, a vastness of opportunity!
My friend just did this, and walls was exactly what he got as well. He wrote about how walls confine us. I would have to agree. Recently I took a job as a wrangler on a ranch in Montana – do you know what that means? I don’t have any walls. The only walls around me will be the walls of my own mind, and I promise that those expand for miles.
They’re everywhere, hemming us in and forcing us backwards. Break them ,kick them, destroy them – they are meant to contain and you need to fly.
Fly
Grow
Love
Dream
No. More. Walls
People underestimate them, but walls have become ingrained in our culture, and they don’t even have to be physical. We put up walls to keep people out, to protect ourselves. But really, we are only trapping ourselves in.
If I could walk through your walls, what would I find? I cannot attempt to try to hide anything from you, which is why I developed the ability to walk through walls.
Walls can be beautiful things. Sometimes they hold within them what is truly special to us and sometimes they can keep out the boogie man! The love of walls can also be a prison in and of itself – if you love walls too much they will keep out love. Protection is for the weak!
walls are structure, i put them up…sometimes. walls are short but necessary. solid. hard. white. walls. wally walter, ha.
walls are used to protect what is most valuable to me- my pride. walls keep me from being vulnerable, but walls also protect me from relating with others. they keep me pridefully solitary.
really? didnt Nicole just write about this one? Ah well, the wolves are in the walls is a book. Doctor Suess does not have AIDS. AIDS is not very helpful unless you mean the aids that help people.
Walls are symbolic and can be both healthy (think boundaries) and unhealthy (think barricades that prevent human contact). Of course, they’re also literal, but those aren’t as interesting to me this very minute.
like a pasta seashell
wrapped in your warm, noodly, delicious embrace
i am your tomato sauce
i’m your blood and organs, bitch
I AM YOUR LIFE, MOTHERFUCKER
The walls were closing in on her. She couldn’t breath. This was her worst nightmare come to life. She felt like she couldn’t breath and that the room was spinning. She tried desperately to push a wall back but no luck. She started screaming, screaming hoping someone would hear her.
Walls are a reflection of who you are. What colors, what are on it, and what is behind them. When you look at your walls, who do you want to see? Who do you want to be. Let your walls reflect everything you are and hope to be. Walls can be a gateway to your soul
walls are canvases. backdrops. walls are comforting. People have been tearing down walls in favor of the “open plan”, but I think that there is often a good reason for walls. Privacy, separation of space functions, being able to take a phone call without everyone else hearing.
Wallpaper is beautiful too, leave room for some!
Brick walls are not there to stop you. They are tere so you can prove how much you want something.
the walls surrounding are too stark, too white. it makes it feel like sterile, like a hospital. this is not a warm place. there is no friendliness here, only cleanliness.
Walls serve to hold us in, to keep us from reaching our desired potential. They serve as hindrances and stumbling blocks to us. But in most cases we are supposed to go over or around these walls in order to be truly successful in life. So for this reason walls can be viewed as both positive and negative aspects of society.
Laege expanses and small crevices, containing us like muscle and skin and bone inside. Holding us like untamed cities and holding us like free winds of sea and field. Capture us, we choose them.
Walls hold us in but they also provide the boundaries we need for structure. They are both inhibiting and the very foundation of the things we create. Thank fuck for doors and windows. Here’s a toast to the limits that don’t hold us back but inspire creative solutions.
walls are made to be broken. the brick ones are meant to come down, but only when the most determined stand against them. walls exist in my life – they exist between me and my family, because of religious differences; between me and my friends, because of lifestyle differences; and between me and my coworkers, because they cannot know who I am (or I’d probably be fired, haha). really, there’s only one person in my life with whom there are no walls – and even with him, I can’t ever promise that there are /no/ walls. there are still walls, but they are few and weak, and they often come down when I least expect it.
tear down the walls the maze of your mind will lead you around in circles til you fall down the rabbit hole, it’s amazing the walls will play tricks on you and close doors where there was once open space, once communication… tear down the walls, when you can, and when you cannot, accept it and walk away. Forgiveness is the master key, the solver of wars. Forgiveness is a meadow, come meet me here :)
i am confined within these walls
they keep me feeling safe and secure
yet the bound my potential into its for corners
without walls
my ideas would just shoot straight out for miles and miles
instead of bouncing around the room
familiarizing themselves with ordinary white walls
then bouncing back into my mind to be produced
into creative beauty