Brick Walls. My home for the next year has brick walls. They have sort of a homely feeling but they don’t really have a dorm like feeling. I wonder what I have store in for me. I’m excited. I’m scared. Jameson Hall seems like a wonderful place. To a new beginning.
anon
red hard tough spiders dust love warm cold heart dove hello young and old, restless house strong hearty lovely dense good luck
chris
bricks are building factors of any construction but people are the building factor of a social contruction. just like the brick is highly essential so are the people.
disha jain
Did you see that brick go flying through that window? It just missed that man’s head! These people are out there rioting, and have no clue what the consequences are. They are tanked up on alcohol and testosterone, and running totally amok!
at the end of the walkway was a loose brick. he almost tripped over it before realizing it was blocking his path. he reached down to move the brick out of the way and discovered the behind the brick was a key. the key had a 7 engraved onto one side and on the other was an address.
There have been a lot of earthquakes in Christchurch New Zealand recently. I guess brick isn’t all that practical. I much prefer wood, both aesthetically and in terms of use. I can’t imagine I’ll be seeing much brick in the future.
Machrus
I reached out a hand and ran my fingers along it’s rough exterior. The morning sun’s warm rays upon night’s leftover coolness conjured up feelings reminiscent to that of a security blanket for a child. Everything had it’s duty, and mine was to take a seat.
Kristen Nelson
Divisions of labor, of place, of being, dropped from above can mean the end. Red, white, black, painted, left to the elements, it can protect, deteriorate, dissolve. Then again, it’s just a brick.
Thomas Dillon
The brick wall seemed to to appear out of no where. It was too late, she knew she was going to hit it..and she was going to die. Suddenly it didn’t matter. All of the fighting, the arguing, the mean words thrown back and forth. None of it mattered anymore as she faced her death.
anne saan
The red, it’s so red… I can’t stop staring at it. I don’t really know why. I mean, it is just a brick…
Just a rectangle…
So silly it is. That brick. What a squa-… rectangle. Sitting there, stacked.
A wall, great, now it’s in my way. Stupid brick… you stupid rectangle.
Bree
There are many thing that surround bricks. People, places, stories and death. Bricks are prison, and they provide shelter… but is it the bricks fault? I think not, they are placed there by hands, and hands alone. I am concerned for the accusations placed against such sad little rectangles. We as humans build our own prisons
One by the brick from the house was torned down, never to stand again. It is said that the house was a hiding place for criminals,though it had historic value, the threat to human lives were of more importance., hence the order was given to tore the building down.
victor walkes
brick walls are hard. They hurt, but you often overlook how much it hurt to make them. I watched a man lay a brick wall once, brick by brick in the hot sun and dirty air, squatting on the ground, back arched, coughing on the dust he was making. Brick walls are hard. The brick layers are harder……
to build a foundation and to build something strong. Something to stand up through storms and heat and the sun and snow and hail. Like love and like relationships and like family.
I love bricks stacked upon themselves. It looks solid and dependable. When it goes really high and all around, it makes a house for someone to live in. Bricks are like the foundation of life. You needs to build the bricks before you can do anything else.
Abraham
it begins a building
but not a slide and you can lay them easily
or train yourself in their feng shui
to make a path or school house
or an oven just an oven of brick
which we might use
or not
Joshua Gillis
Mika sourde le chalet de bardeaux. Les copeaux se comptent et les jalouses frénétiques de la portée. Armé de la gonzesse, les fosses tressent la palme de… vangeresque alentour. Poste le puzzle, Arménie nous hante sous les hanches de Patrocole dont le calme bouillant rime le rideau de la piresque cale ; je me débat sous les yeux de chêne, le gland virevolte et he vrille tant est que l’éteau de la seconde s’agenouille dans les mains de calcaires… c’est le genou, les mailles et la décision de n(otre nique…
L’Autre de votre Nique nous dégoûte tant et si longtemps que… vous ramer dans nos regard. Nous sommes des simplices et vos croisées – les campagnes de l’Art sont étrangère à l’ère de l’entre-deux guerre : faire le nombre… comment les portes de La Rhodes, les Babylones de nos jardins, devant les délices (et délectables Albines… Assez ! _Encore… Les nouilles fourmillantes nous attisent le regard car le secret morphose.. tout cela me confond, c’est que je préfère les bonne gens ! Alors tu seras cette magne, toi qui rêve de larves alvéolées ou la colle vous semonde…
Jamais sans toi. Telle est la prémices de Babylone… je te loue mon apnée : aïl les dike 1
OMG SERIOUSLY BRICK?
OK I DONT WANT TO WRITE ABOUT BRICKS AGAIN.
I DIDNT WANT TO WRITE ABOUT IT THE FIRST TIME.
CANT YOU GET A BIT MORE CREATIVE?
GUESS NOT.
IF I GET BRICK AGAIN I WILL NOT BE HAPPY.
BYE BRICK, NICE MEETING YOU.
HAVE A GREAT LIFE.
bricks build walls. they come together to form a solid wall. people build up walls for themselves, trying to guard themselves, yet they simply want someone to take that wall down. they don’t want to be alone. they want someone brave enough to tear down their walls and take apart each brick whether they are good or bad, and simply accept them as they are. people are too afraid of rejection though, to let just anyone discover each brick.
Maddy
DROP THEM ON UR TOES IT HURTS. GOD
U DONT WANT TO ITS LIKE KILLING UR SELF.
and WHEN SOMEONE THROWS ONE AT U
U WILL DIE OR HAVE BRAIN DAMAGE
I LOVE U WILLIAM <3
libby
i was walking when a brick hit me.
it hurt.
i then realized many things in my life were like this brick.
they hurt.
i kept walking, it stop hurting after a while.
i guess it always turns out like this.
She had hit a brick wall, distracted by the pleasure of his company until at last it occurred to her that progress had yet to be made. Really, the true issue was that she didn’t seem to care, he was worth it, and it felt right.
It smashed in to his face before he could breathe even a syllable. She was never going to listen, anyway. He deserved it. She was the one for him.
Jonathan
I ALREADY WROTE ABOUT BRICKS I’M ABOUT TO SHOVE A BRICK UP THIS WEBSITES BEHIND
GIVE ME A NEW WORK
OKAY making a new word out of brick
kirb
kirby
i can’t think of anything
sorry
The brick house I used to live in was old. Musky. I would walk along the long walls, seeking comfort in the tall bookshelves, stacked with old memories. I will go back to that brick house one day, and seek comfort in the same books I read as a child.
Betsy
There’s a brick there, just laying the middle of the street. Where has it been, I wonder? All worn and beat up. So small and heavy in my hands. Was it part of something grand? Did it build something sacred, did it support a place of learning? Was it from something ancient, was it from something hidden, lost and forgotten over time?
I will never know…I can only wonder.
Emmi
It felt like a brick was tied around my ankle.
I was drowning slowly.
Sometimes you don’t realize how much pressure you’re in until it all comes down on you.
SLAM–the force shook her teeth in her skull as she felt her body shake. It seemed like every inch of her was still quivering as she fell to the muddy cement after colliding so roughly with the wall.
i have already had this word :(
PARLEZ-VOUS FRANCAIS
Laura
Thats when it hit me, like a ton of bricks. One of those moments that occasionally occur. One of those moments where for a fraction of a second I know what’s important in life. I know what matters and everything else seems insignificant. And that’s the greatest feeling in the world. Could you imagine how that feels? To be sure, sure of everything you never knew. The feeling of ‘what if’ is gone and you just know what life is about. That feeling leaves as quickly as it came. Then you’re back to normal, back to the ‘what if’s’, back to the insecurities and inhibitions, back to the mystery. And, just like the one before it, that feeling hits you just like a ton of bricks.
I got this word the last time I opened this page and just skipped past it. I have 60 seconds to write on bricks, which leads me to architecture. I had never been all that into the way a building was made, and the mere gorgeous structure that takes so much to create. But the sheer beauty of a single building is simply amazing and it can all start with one brick.
Vanessa
there is only one use for a brick – building. its geometry is not for breaking windows, hurling at police cars or causing the most damage possible. using a brick for the worse is moronic.
E.P. Hantera
bricks, like building essences. a body, a lego, a life, out of bricks. full of roughness, but can be crushed. if only a human was as fresh as a brick, solid, but enough potential to build something new. something fantastic, something fresh. something, out of nothing.
Reem
Bricks. Bricks everywhere. Another flies through the air, striking an innocent man in the soft part of his head. He falls. Blood empties the wound to add to the crimson pool on the pavement. Bodies litter the ground. From his rooftop perch, the mighty Brickslinger observes his work with a smug grin, then vanishes drunk into the afternoon.
Brick Johnson
The children were half wild with anger. From half a block away the sounds of insane shrieks and cries could be heard, not to mention the unimaginable noise of the objects they hurled in their desperation. Anything from clumps of dirt to the bricks that had already shattered many of the dark glass windows of the house.
a hard, auburn colored piece of concrete used for the construction of houses and other buildings. many things can be made into bricks, including drugs. bricks can be used to build and destroy as people often throw bricks through windows. people who use bricks to build houses are called brick layers. bricks come in many sizes and colors.
blake
square, so hard, build from the bottom work toward the top. the big bad wolf has nothing on me. BRICKKKK HOUUUSSSEEE. haha. red. reddd. brown. red. why red? i dont know. red. brick. yeah. wowaah.
Brick Walls. My home for the next year has brick walls. They have sort of a homely feeling but they don’t really have a dorm like feeling. I wonder what I have store in for me. I’m excited. I’m scared. Jameson Hall seems like a wonderful place. To a new beginning.
red hard tough spiders dust love warm cold heart dove hello young and old, restless house strong hearty lovely dense good luck
bricks are building factors of any construction but people are the building factor of a social contruction. just like the brick is highly essential so are the people.
Did you see that brick go flying through that window? It just missed that man’s head! These people are out there rioting, and have no clue what the consequences are. They are tanked up on alcohol and testosterone, and running totally amok!
at the end of the walkway was a loose brick. he almost tripped over it before realizing it was blocking his path. he reached down to move the brick out of the way and discovered the behind the brick was a key. the key had a 7 engraved onto one side and on the other was an address.
There have been a lot of earthquakes in Christchurch New Zealand recently. I guess brick isn’t all that practical. I much prefer wood, both aesthetically and in terms of use. I can’t imagine I’ll be seeing much brick in the future.
I reached out a hand and ran my fingers along it’s rough exterior. The morning sun’s warm rays upon night’s leftover coolness conjured up feelings reminiscent to that of a security blanket for a child. Everything had it’s duty, and mine was to take a seat.
Divisions of labor, of place, of being, dropped from above can mean the end. Red, white, black, painted, left to the elements, it can protect, deteriorate, dissolve. Then again, it’s just a brick.
The brick wall seemed to to appear out of no where. It was too late, she knew she was going to hit it..and she was going to die. Suddenly it didn’t matter. All of the fighting, the arguing, the mean words thrown back and forth. None of it mattered anymore as she faced her death.
The red, it’s so red… I can’t stop staring at it. I don’t really know why. I mean, it is just a brick…
Just a rectangle…
So silly it is. That brick. What a squa-… rectangle. Sitting there, stacked.
A wall, great, now it’s in my way. Stupid brick… you stupid rectangle.
There are many thing that surround bricks. People, places, stories and death. Bricks are prison, and they provide shelter… but is it the bricks fault? I think not, they are placed there by hands, and hands alone. I am concerned for the accusations placed against such sad little rectangles. We as humans build our own prisons
brick wall in between me and the rest.
One by the brick from the house was torned down, never to stand again. It is said that the house was a hiding place for criminals,though it had historic value, the threat to human lives were of more importance., hence the order was given to tore the building down.
brick walls are hard. They hurt, but you often overlook how much it hurt to make them. I watched a man lay a brick wall once, brick by brick in the hot sun and dirty air, squatting on the ground, back arched, coughing on the dust he was making. Brick walls are hard. The brick layers are harder……
oogadeeboogadeeboo i still have 5 seconds
i already dealt with this
how buildings find their start
even the paths we take to reach them
until i remember
a chip of glazed brick beside my first garage
how stepping on it it’s
made me say
a mean word and
another foul one right after that
to build a foundation and to build something strong. Something to stand up through storms and heat and the sun and snow and hail. Like love and like relationships and like family.
I love bricks stacked upon themselves. It looks solid and dependable. When it goes really high and all around, it makes a house for someone to live in. Bricks are like the foundation of life. You needs to build the bricks before you can do anything else.
it begins a building
but not a slide and you can lay them easily
or train yourself in their feng shui
to make a path or school house
or an oven just an oven of brick
which we might use
or not
Mika sourde le chalet de bardeaux. Les copeaux se comptent et les jalouses frénétiques de la portée. Armé de la gonzesse, les fosses tressent la palme de… vangeresque alentour. Poste le puzzle, Arménie nous hante sous les hanches de Patrocole dont le calme bouillant rime le rideau de la piresque cale ; je me débat sous les yeux de chêne, le gland virevolte et he vrille tant est que l’éteau de la seconde s’agenouille dans les mains de calcaires… c’est le genou, les mailles et la décision de n(otre nique…
L’Autre de votre Nique nous dégoûte tant et si longtemps que… vous ramer dans nos regard. Nous sommes des simplices et vos croisées – les campagnes de l’Art sont étrangère à l’ère de l’entre-deux guerre : faire le nombre… comment les portes de La Rhodes, les Babylones de nos jardins, devant les délices (et délectables Albines… Assez ! _Encore… Les nouilles fourmillantes nous attisent le regard car le secret morphose.. tout cela me confond, c’est que je préfère les bonne gens ! Alors tu seras cette magne, toi qui rêve de larves alvéolées ou la colle vous semonde…
Jamais sans toi. Telle est la prémices de Babylone… je te loue mon apnée : aïl les dike 1
OMG SERIOUSLY BRICK?
OK I DONT WANT TO WRITE ABOUT BRICKS AGAIN.
I DIDNT WANT TO WRITE ABOUT IT THE FIRST TIME.
CANT YOU GET A BIT MORE CREATIVE?
GUESS NOT.
IF I GET BRICK AGAIN I WILL NOT BE HAPPY.
BYE BRICK, NICE MEETING YOU.
HAVE A GREAT LIFE.
bricks build walls. they come together to form a solid wall. people build up walls for themselves, trying to guard themselves, yet they simply want someone to take that wall down. they don’t want to be alone. they want someone brave enough to tear down their walls and take apart each brick whether they are good or bad, and simply accept them as they are. people are too afraid of rejection though, to let just anyone discover each brick.
DROP THEM ON UR TOES IT HURTS. GOD
U DONT WANT TO ITS LIKE KILLING UR SELF.
and WHEN SOMEONE THROWS ONE AT U
U WILL DIE OR HAVE BRAIN DAMAGE
I LOVE U WILLIAM <3
i was walking when a brick hit me.
it hurt.
i then realized many things in my life were like this brick.
they hurt.
i kept walking, it stop hurting after a while.
i guess it always turns out like this.
Gggg
She had hit a brick wall, distracted by the pleasure of his company until at last it occurred to her that progress had yet to be made. Really, the true issue was that she didn’t seem to care, he was worth it, and it felt right.
It smashed in to his face before he could breathe even a syllable. She was never going to listen, anyway. He deserved it. She was the one for him.
I ALREADY WROTE ABOUT BRICKS I’M ABOUT TO SHOVE A BRICK UP THIS WEBSITES BEHIND
GIVE ME A NEW WORK
OKAY making a new word out of brick
kirb
kirby
i can’t think of anything
sorry
The brick house I used to live in was old. Musky. I would walk along the long walls, seeking comfort in the tall bookshelves, stacked with old memories. I will go back to that brick house one day, and seek comfort in the same books I read as a child.
There’s a brick there, just laying the middle of the street. Where has it been, I wonder? All worn and beat up. So small and heavy in my hands. Was it part of something grand? Did it build something sacred, did it support a place of learning? Was it from something ancient, was it from something hidden, lost and forgotten over time?
I will never know…I can only wonder.
It felt like a brick was tied around my ankle.
I was drowning slowly.
Sometimes you don’t realize how much pressure you’re in until it all comes down on you.
I just needed someone to untie that brick…
SLAM–the force shook her teeth in her skull as she felt her body shake. It seemed like every inch of her was still quivering as she fell to the muddy cement after colliding so roughly with the wall.
i have already had this word :(
PARLEZ-VOUS FRANCAIS
Thats when it hit me, like a ton of bricks. One of those moments that occasionally occur. One of those moments where for a fraction of a second I know what’s important in life. I know what matters and everything else seems insignificant. And that’s the greatest feeling in the world. Could you imagine how that feels? To be sure, sure of everything you never knew. The feeling of ‘what if’ is gone and you just know what life is about. That feeling leaves as quickly as it came. Then you’re back to normal, back to the ‘what if’s’, back to the insecurities and inhibitions, back to the mystery. And, just like the one before it, that feeling hits you just like a ton of bricks.
I got this word the last time I opened this page and just skipped past it. I have 60 seconds to write on bricks, which leads me to architecture. I had never been all that into the way a building was made, and the mere gorgeous structure that takes so much to create. But the sheer beauty of a single building is simply amazing and it can all start with one brick.
there is only one use for a brick – building. its geometry is not for breaking windows, hurling at police cars or causing the most damage possible. using a brick for the worse is moronic.
bricks, like building essences. a body, a lego, a life, out of bricks. full of roughness, but can be crushed. if only a human was as fresh as a brick, solid, but enough potential to build something new. something fantastic, something fresh. something, out of nothing.
Bricks. Bricks everywhere. Another flies through the air, striking an innocent man in the soft part of his head. He falls. Blood empties the wound to add to the crimson pool on the pavement. Bodies litter the ground. From his rooftop perch, the mighty Brickslinger observes his work with a smug grin, then vanishes drunk into the afternoon.
The children were half wild with anger. From half a block away the sounds of insane shrieks and cries could be heard, not to mention the unimaginable noise of the objects they hurled in their desperation. Anything from clumps of dirt to the bricks that had already shattered many of the dark glass windows of the house.
a hard, auburn colored piece of concrete used for the construction of houses and other buildings. many things can be made into bricks, including drugs. bricks can be used to build and destroy as people often throw bricks through windows. people who use bricks to build houses are called brick layers. bricks come in many sizes and colors.
square, so hard, build from the bottom work toward the top. the big bad wolf has nothing on me. BRICKKKK HOUUUSSSEEE. haha. red. reddd. brown. red. why red? i dont know. red. brick. yeah. wowaah.