The barricade was not a tangible thing. It could not be seen, nor heard, nor even felt. The barricade was within her, halting her heart.
Devon
the barricades were blocking the french troops march to the capital. The rebellion was starting to become fearless if they think they can take us here.
Chip Adkins
barricade
they forgot to change the word
that’s some barricade, but i can get over it!
the new word is pen… the first thing i saw ;)
Pen
That i write with
So many words inside of it
Ready to be created in stories, math terms, magnificent papers, incredible drawings, ideas, inventions, and so many other things
Pens are magical things, for if we didn’t have them
Most people would use pencils
Or markers
But who draws in pen (you may ask yourself)?
Me
Because I am a human barricade (or in other terms rebel) because I don’t always do normal things, and I block out normality at times, just like a barricade would block out trespassers or wimps who just want to get by easily in life
Make your pen the tool you use for outstanding creations
Use your pen as the barricade for escaping reality…
And the pen will be your barricade
Brittany (you can call me britt if you want or don't i do not care whatsoever)
I tore the barricade down, threw all the pieces around, and then stomped on them all, just for good measure.
A barricade blocked the border. Beyond it, he saw the rolling hills and lush fields of the country beyond. They were identical to the rolling hills and lush fields he now left behind—and yet each was not the same as the other.
All it takes to make two different worlds, he thought, is an imaginary line.
The riot police linked arms to brace themselves from the brutal bashing of the protestors frothing at the mouth. Their shields, which they were taught were indestructible, cracked at their homemade explosives, and they screamed out in agony as open wounds had gravel, bodily fluids, whatever the protestors could find thrown into them and beaten once more. Their barricade was about to fall, though, as orders had come in from their sergeant that the shipment the frothing protestors were so desperately fighting for had come in. They were told to hold off until the sign went up, but the people had finally broken them, and they were trampled as they stormed the shiny glass storefront with clear, neat signs advertising the latest iPhone. They had finally gotten what they came for.
The thing I love about punk rock shows is that there is no physical barricade, and even as much as it can be a pain when someone stage dives on to you while you’re in the crowd, the connection you feel to the musicians and the other people is electrifying. The barricade, literally and metaphorically, no longer exists for a few minutes.
Michael Garrity
don’t let them in. your. our lives depend on it. here, pull that desk over here, and those chairs, c’mon, move it, move, move. I’m going round to the the front to check on the…
They were screaming. I tried not to listen, I’ve buried my hands in my ears but in vain. They were screaming in my head and I’ll hear them always. For the rest of my life.
GoGz
Something makeshift, a child pushing a chair against the door. Temporary. Surmountable, if you really want to. For show more than anything. But a message: I do not want you here. Perhaps more personal than barriers.
Blocking the sun the canopy covers and protects its patron saint guarding the pure from the fiery evil. Though its materials are flaky and thin, the stinging burn shall never pass through.
Jimbob Jones
Beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see? Then join in the fight that will give you the right to be free! Do you hear the people sing? Singing the songs of angry men, it is the music of the people who will not be slaves again when the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes.
Maggie
The pikemen thrust their weapons butt first in the muddy ground and tilted the points toward the enemy lines. Silence followed. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath.
Giles started piling up whatever he could. Anything to keep the thing out there, well, out there! Bookshelves, chairs, tables – all of it went shoved up against the door. The windows were already boarded up, ready for the attack, but the door had been the last thing to do
i approached the barricade. it towered over me. i summoned what courage i could and gave the signal. ADVANCE!
John
im stuck again
not again dammit all
why
hey you
yea you
help me i am stuck
i want to leave
what do u mean u cant help me
im hurt
and sad
and lonely
please
gia
After the accident at the cross road in my district, the police erected a barricade to prevent any further incidents that were likely to occur.
“Hold the fort!” An Elijah with dirty knees shouts from behind couch cushion, which is now a grand wall suitable for hiding his visage when he ducks back behind the safety of it. “Keep the wall steady, keep steady, AH- MOVEMENT IN THE HORIZON. RAISE THE DECLARATION FLAG!”
“Okay!” Petunia is still messy from breakfast when she snatches a dish towel and flings it across the barricade. She notes that it flew just slightly farther than their last two flags.
“Wha, Petunia! Why do you keep throwing them?” Elijah turns to enlist in the aid of his second in command. “Meredith! Cross the trench into enemy line and retrieve our flags!”
“No…” Meredith mumbles, wiser than anything, but mostly feeling incredibly cheated that Elijah had decided to bet over what they’d play next over a game of rock-paper-scissors. Petunia is peeking between two cushions and giggling to herself. Meredith wraps his arms around her and pulls her back before she could topple the few books that were stacked just above her.
Elijah frowns. “Now isn’t the time to back out now, Lieutenant! We need to be prepared when our first barrage of fire comes! I should have known- should have suspected from the very beginning! Long have I questioned the methods of our Colonel and her suspicious behavior. Never, never did I think she’d actually betray-”
He shoves him against the wall. Gunfires echoes the air.
“What do you think you’re doing? You’re never going to get anywhere doing that?”
He pants back, staring, mad, desperate. “Well, what options do you have?! We’ll never get out of here otherwise!”
“I don’t–” Fists squeeze fabric. He shakes his head.
a person
“Barricade the door,” she said, barely even looking at the three of us as she moved to the window, throwing the panes wide so she could view the street below.
“With WHAT?!” I snarled, anger mounting.
“Anything and everything we’ve got,”
I groaned even as Jared, Tessa, and I started pulling and pushing and piling what little there was in the spartan room against the door. Luckily, there was only the one window and, since it looked out over a nice ten foot drop, we didn’t have to worry about blocking it too.
In these feelings
so deep
So quickly.a new world has formed
Makes me complete
I won’t return
I will plead beg
That previous life was Hell
One simple wish
To spend eternity in you’re bliss
Tinasluv
the barricade at the entrance hindered him from entering in the auditorium,
amol
the thieves were running in opposite side where there were barricade digged on road, unfortunately they got caught.
amol
She uses her tongue and teeth to barricade the words inside of her mouth, jaw firmly clamped in adamant defiance. One loose word and they’re all as good as dead.
im taking mine down. im letting you in. ive spent so long building it. ive put in so much effort. and im done. i know longer want to put my energy into keeping people out. especially people like you. i built a barricade to keep my monsters from destroying other people. but i am lonely now.
lucy
In by these feel so deep
So quickly.a new world has formed
Makes me complete
I won’t return
I will plead beg
That previous life was Hell
One simple wish
To spend eternity in you’re bliss
Tinasluv
The barricade put up in front of the memorial did wonders for the temper of the politician, who ranted and raved and foamed at the mouth as the reporters surrounded him. He whined and whined about the nerve of the government to shut down such a marvelous part of American history, just as an old veteran in a wheelchair squeaked by him and stared thoughtfully into the red-faced representative’s eyes.
“You’re the one who forced us to fence this off,” the former soldier murmured, “remember?”
Belinda Roddie
I put my walls up, and they’re all gone now.
Like sand, they caved, and you’re here with me.
The feeling lasts like a sting —
I glisten again and again when I think of it;
but I pull myself away like the sea from shore.
A match made — not in Heaven,
but in beautiful Earth,
hand built by the ever-shimmering sea.
I noticed it when I was leaving high school. I looked through faces I didn’t care about. They smiled, said they’d miss me, but I knew they were afraid of letting go.
I don’t miss them. I knew I wouldn’t.
There is a barricade in my mind that always pauses me before I begin to create in any context. Here, especially, I am aware of it because I do not have time to pause with the teal bar crawling across the screen. I wish to destroy this inhibitor someday.
This barricade
I don’t know why
It has to exist
Within my life
Ceasing my progress
Encasing my fears
Arising my doubts
Frets, worries, and tears
This barricade
Is too high for me to escape
Its insignificant in reality
But very real, in my mind, to me.
Why are you barricading yourself to others? Other people who are not other people at all? They are your friends, family, people who loves you the most? Why are you afraid to show youself? The real you inside, not the one that you want others to see.
That is not the real you and you know that. Why keep on hiding to your own self? When there are people who wants to be with you, love you for you. Why not be yourself, a fake face you have to show everybody? Barricade your own self? Why?
I barricade you in
Because I know I can’t win
If I simply stay put
I’ll be able to keep my foot
You try to knock me down
But I can’t stand to frown
I smile at your futile attempt
and laugh with contempt
against the storm.
a hurricane howls at our door
and seeks reprieve from the cruel world.
the inn sign flaps wildly in the wind,
mimicking seabirds with broken wings outside.
our hospitality fails us
and we turn away.
the sound of shattering glass greets us in the morning.
They lined up to form a barricade, as if their mere presence would prevent his approach. It was, of course, futile. One sweep of his hand brushed them all off the table, and they scurried, defeated, back to their anthill.
tonykeyesjapan
the infintity of the wall lines up
surrounding me, keeping me from you
seperation
agony
yelling until raspy squeals escape
i need you
i miss you
please
remove these walls
please let me to you
your barricade is much too high
for my small legs to hike and climb
The barricade was not a tangible thing. It could not be seen, nor heard, nor even felt. The barricade was within her, halting her heart.
the barricades were blocking the french troops march to the capital. The rebellion was starting to become fearless if they think they can take us here.
barricade
they forgot to change the word
that’s some barricade, but i can get over it!
the new word is pen… the first thing i saw ;)
Pen
That i write with
So many words inside of it
Ready to be created in stories, math terms, magnificent papers, incredible drawings, ideas, inventions, and so many other things
Pens are magical things, for if we didn’t have them
Most people would use pencils
Or markers
But who draws in pen (you may ask yourself)?
Me
Because I am a human barricade (or in other terms rebel) because I don’t always do normal things, and I block out normality at times, just like a barricade would block out trespassers or wimps who just want to get by easily in life
Make your pen the tool you use for outstanding creations
Use your pen as the barricade for escaping reality…
And the pen will be your barricade
I tore the barricade down, threw all the pieces around, and then stomped on them all, just for good measure.
Word of advice: don’t ever barricade your heart.
A barricade blocked the border. Beyond it, he saw the rolling hills and lush fields of the country beyond. They were identical to the rolling hills and lush fields he now left behind—and yet each was not the same as the other.
All it takes to make two different worlds, he thought, is an imaginary line.
The riot police linked arms to brace themselves from the brutal bashing of the protestors frothing at the mouth. Their shields, which they were taught were indestructible, cracked at their homemade explosives, and they screamed out in agony as open wounds had gravel, bodily fluids, whatever the protestors could find thrown into them and beaten once more. Their barricade was about to fall, though, as orders had come in from their sergeant that the shipment the frothing protestors were so desperately fighting for had come in. They were told to hold off until the sign went up, but the people had finally broken them, and they were trampled as they stormed the shiny glass storefront with clear, neat signs advertising the latest iPhone. They had finally gotten what they came for.
The thing I love about punk rock shows is that there is no physical barricade, and even as much as it can be a pain when someone stage dives on to you while you’re in the crowd, the connection you feel to the musicians and the other people is electrifying. The barricade, literally and metaphorically, no longer exists for a few minutes.
don’t let them in. your. our lives depend on it. here, pull that desk over here, and those chairs, c’mon, move it, move, move. I’m going round to the the front to check on the…
They were screaming. I tried not to listen, I’ve buried my hands in my ears but in vain. They were screaming in my head and I’ll hear them always. For the rest of my life.
Something makeshift, a child pushing a chair against the door. Temporary. Surmountable, if you really want to. For show more than anything. But a message: I do not want you here. Perhaps more personal than barriers.
Blocking the sun the canopy covers and protects its patron saint guarding the pure from the fiery evil. Though its materials are flaky and thin, the stinging burn shall never pass through.
Beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see? Then join in the fight that will give you the right to be free! Do you hear the people sing? Singing the songs of angry men, it is the music of the people who will not be slaves again when the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes.
The pikemen thrust their weapons butt first in the muddy ground and tilted the points toward the enemy lines. Silence followed. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath.
Put the barricades up now, goddamit!
Giles started piling up whatever he could. Anything to keep the thing out there, well, out there! Bookshelves, chairs, tables – all of it went shoved up against the door. The windows were already boarded up, ready for the attack, but the door had been the last thing to do
i approached the barricade. it towered over me. i summoned what courage i could and gave the signal. ADVANCE!
im stuck again
not again dammit all
why
hey you
yea you
help me i am stuck
i want to leave
what do u mean u cant help me
im hurt
and sad
and lonely
please
After the accident at the cross road in my district, the police erected a barricade to prevent any further incidents that were likely to occur.
“Hold the fort!” An Elijah with dirty knees shouts from behind couch cushion, which is now a grand wall suitable for hiding his visage when he ducks back behind the safety of it. “Keep the wall steady, keep steady, AH- MOVEMENT IN THE HORIZON. RAISE THE DECLARATION FLAG!”
“Okay!” Petunia is still messy from breakfast when she snatches a dish towel and flings it across the barricade. She notes that it flew just slightly farther than their last two flags.
“Wha, Petunia! Why do you keep throwing them?” Elijah turns to enlist in the aid of his second in command. “Meredith! Cross the trench into enemy line and retrieve our flags!”
“No…” Meredith mumbles, wiser than anything, but mostly feeling incredibly cheated that Elijah had decided to bet over what they’d play next over a game of rock-paper-scissors. Petunia is peeking between two cushions and giggling to herself. Meredith wraps his arms around her and pulls her back before she could topple the few books that were stacked just above her.
Elijah frowns. “Now isn’t the time to back out now, Lieutenant! We need to be prepared when our first barrage of fire comes! I should have known- should have suspected from the very beginning! Long have I questioned the methods of our Colonel and her suspicious behavior. Never, never did I think she’d actually betray-”
“ELIJAH! THOSE ARE MY CUSHIONS!”
The fort does not last.
They heard a window break. Was it their house? They heard footsteps on the stairs. We must try to barricade the door
hmjhj
He shoves him against the wall. Gunfires echoes the air.
“What do you think you’re doing? You’re never going to get anywhere doing that?”
He pants back, staring, mad, desperate. “Well, what options do you have?! We’ll never get out of here otherwise!”
“I don’t–” Fists squeeze fabric. He shakes his head.
“Barricade the door,” she said, barely even looking at the three of us as she moved to the window, throwing the panes wide so she could view the street below.
“With WHAT?!” I snarled, anger mounting.
“Anything and everything we’ve got,”
I groaned even as Jared, Tessa, and I started pulling and pushing and piling what little there was in the spartan room against the door. Luckily, there was only the one window and, since it looked out over a nice ten foot drop, we didn’t have to worry about blocking it too.
When I think of barricades, I’m put into the mind of a construction worker. Barricades are erected to keep people away from construction sites.
And yet, we all have erected our own personal barricades to keep others from prying into our business.
the only barricade he has is a self-deprecating smile. when that is knocked down he is open & vulnerable – that’s when you see his true face.
In these feelings
so deep
So quickly.a new world has formed
Makes me complete
I won’t return
I will plead beg
That previous life was Hell
One simple wish
To spend eternity in you’re bliss
the barricade at the entrance hindered him from entering in the auditorium,
the thieves were running in opposite side where there were barricade digged on road, unfortunately they got caught.
She uses her tongue and teeth to barricade the words inside of her mouth, jaw firmly clamped in adamant defiance. One loose word and they’re all as good as dead.
im taking mine down. im letting you in. ive spent so long building it. ive put in so much effort. and im done. i know longer want to put my energy into keeping people out. especially people like you. i built a barricade to keep my monsters from destroying other people. but i am lonely now.
In by these feel so deep
So quickly.a new world has formed
Makes me complete
I won’t return
I will plead beg
That previous life was Hell
One simple wish
To spend eternity in you’re bliss
The barricade put up in front of the memorial did wonders for the temper of the politician, who ranted and raved and foamed at the mouth as the reporters surrounded him. He whined and whined about the nerve of the government to shut down such a marvelous part of American history, just as an old veteran in a wheelchair squeaked by him and stared thoughtfully into the red-faced representative’s eyes.
“You’re the one who forced us to fence this off,” the former soldier murmured, “remember?”
I put my walls up, and they’re all gone now.
Like sand, they caved, and you’re here with me.
The feeling lasts like a sting —
I glisten again and again when I think of it;
but I pull myself away like the sea from shore.
A match made — not in Heaven,
but in beautiful Earth,
hand built by the ever-shimmering sea.
I noticed it when I was leaving high school. I looked through faces I didn’t care about. They smiled, said they’d miss me, but I knew they were afraid of letting go.
I don’t miss them. I knew I wouldn’t.
There is a barricade in my mind that always pauses me before I begin to create in any context. Here, especially, I am aware of it because I do not have time to pause with the teal bar crawling across the screen. I wish to destroy this inhibitor someday.
This barricade
I don’t know why
It has to exist
Within my life
Ceasing my progress
Encasing my fears
Arising my doubts
Frets, worries, and tears
This barricade
Is too high for me to escape
Its insignificant in reality
But very real, in my mind, to me.
Why are you barricading yourself to others? Other people who are not other people at all? They are your friends, family, people who loves you the most? Why are you afraid to show youself? The real you inside, not the one that you want others to see.
That is not the real you and you know that. Why keep on hiding to your own self? When there are people who wants to be with you, love you for you. Why not be yourself, a fake face you have to show everybody? Barricade your own self? Why?
I barricade you in
Because I know I can’t win
If I simply stay put
I’ll be able to keep my foot
You try to knock me down
But I can’t stand to frown
I smile at your futile attempt
and laugh with contempt
against the storm.
a hurricane howls at our door
and seeks reprieve from the cruel world.
the inn sign flaps wildly in the wind,
mimicking seabirds with broken wings outside.
our hospitality fails us
and we turn away.
the sound of shattering glass greets us in the morning.
They lined up to form a barricade, as if their mere presence would prevent his approach. It was, of course, futile. One sweep of his hand brushed them all off the table, and they scurried, defeated, back to their anthill.
the infintity of the wall lines up
surrounding me, keeping me from you
seperation
agony
yelling until raspy squeals escape
i need you
i miss you
please
remove these walls
please let me to you
your barricade is much too high
for my small legs to hike and climb