house! Red brick house. fragile. strong. mason’s work. three little pigs. ground floor. gaudy. old world. feather dusters.
Jeff
I always envied the idea of the brick house. Never got to live in one but it always seemed cozy. Maybe cause of the three pigs idea. Brick was safer then anything else. Course I always thought the wolf got a bad rap in all those stories. It’s not his fault he had to eat and bacon tastes good. Poor guy. He’s not big and bad he’s just hungry.
Ricia
all in all just another brick in the wall. but lately i feel more like an empty space. i’m disrupting the near perfect pattern simply by not filling in where i should. i’m transparent.
eryn
this is harder than I expected. A brick an be so many things but its most common form is an obstacle. Knock down the bricks in your life. Knock them down.
tanai
every building on campus is red brick with white columns. my mother thinks that all the buildings look the same, she can’t tell them apart. I think her mind is just too set in it’s ways to learn about a new place. Shes lived in the same city in the same house for so long that she freaks out when she is in a new place.
mike
it is the brick in my head. I cannot know about it without the nagging pain of staleness and guilt that emanates from a life of stagnantsy and need.
Trevor Bliss
red, hard strong right square small
full solid sturdy
Karen
my mom’s house is made of brick. also i live in mississippi and we make a lot of brick here b/c of the georgia clay. i wonder why it’s called georgia clay, i mean it’s in mississippi. shouldn’t it be mississippi clay? we had big piles of it in our yard b/c we have a pond and it was dug out b/c a a little crawfish dug a hole in the side of it and almost killed all our fish so we had to expand the pond so if it happened again the fish would have somewhere to go.
Sarah
The brick wall was red and crusted over with the rubble from the collapsed building a mile down. The holes underneath the wall hinted at being lived in by the rodents and vermin that were common on these streets. The bricks themselves were probably molding and disease ridden.
Jeslyn
schools are brick. when i went to tennesse houses there were brick. i dont know if i really like brick, ive never really thought about it and just accepted it but now that i think about it i think its ugly.
sally
I feel like I am heading twords a wall in my life but I am strong enough to keep moving through it. I think that is the lesson. If we can move through those brick walls, then we become stronger. Hopefully wiser too.
Denise
The houses in england, for the most part, are made of brick. It’s always been a comforting material for houses all my life because it is reminiscent of where I was born. It’s also valuable as an antique. Used bricks that were once houses are sold by the brick and can be used to build anything. In fact, I can’t imagine a life on earth without bricks. They seem to be such a permanent fixture. But then I was born in a brick house – my grandmother’s in Wales. The house we lived in before we came to america was a two-story brick house with a big bay window in front. I’m so drawn to brick houses and brick hearths and bricks…..
moshermind
there goes this thing that goes by the name brick. he’s not to smart but very dependable. he doesn’t have a sense of humor but he can be counted on when things get rough. not to be shaken in his own firm convictions, he is someone to lean on.
get it
serena chiba
a row of houses are bearing down on Thom yorke, but it doesn’t really affect me. Brick is outdated, though I wish I were a mason, their rings are mad amazing. A secret would be cool, it would be even cooler to share it with someone.
andy
The old brick apartment building was covered in soot. Factory sector, downtown Flint. Another burned out Midwestern manufacturing town. Home.
Joe
We build bricks;
Over concrete frames
and we don’t have walls build…
We build bricks.
Verses into a line
Glued with concrete rhymes
Sergio S Martinez
brick, a red peice of my life. While I was walking, I saw him following me. I thought nothing of it. he was just another school bully. I’ve delt with bullies before. Until Brick. I thought I could avoid him like all the others, but when he raped me, I knew I would never be the same again.
Bella
bricks in my stomach heavy and red….it makes my soul sad with your weight.
jennifer
Brick. A cool name. A dangerous weapon. A sturdy home. Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. Sexy… My husband’s childhood friend. But I’m not sure how sexy he is.
Amy
there is honestly not one thing i would use to build a house better then a brick, it is conveniently rectangular (by the force of nature) and fits together very easily, it is wick cool and awesome, but what about wood you say? wood id good, but bricks kick ass! they are harder! (and would consequently kill someone easier)
SamTheJokerMan
Brick walls, sturdy, Strong, impenetrable. So heavy, read and immobile. But cozy. The cottage made of red brick that holds the family. The fireplace made of brick that the family dog resides in front of.
Cala
like my childhood home where I danced along the dark weed-grown alley over the mossy slimey brick path amongst the lilies of the valley in a pink tutu with a wand
liza cannon
Bricks colored in red and browns and everything in between. She tried desparately to stay in the lines. Feverishly she toiled crayon in hand. Brows furrowed in concentration.
Shanda Warren
brick and brack, to build a wall around you and others to let nobody in or to look through
Ruud
A substance that cooks and protects it loves and kills A weapon of mass destruction and creation. Happiness is not like a brick. A movie about death murder and mayhem. I wonder who invented such a device.
Taylor
i just shit one
mike patton
The dark red bricks fell to the ground, crumbling into pieces. Quickly, the wall dividing two different worlds was taken down, smashed apart, section by section.
Abby
sugar frosting
Ice cream bricks
lemonade oceans
love that sticks
bricks form the homes in which we live, literally, but they also form who we are and become as human beings -figuratively. There is a place I grew up, my home from so long ago, and living there shaped my personality and character and fears and downfalls.
Suki
your heavy weighted mind
pocked and muddy rough
we build houses and walls and
lie sturdily upon your many boundaries…
willie
theres a brick on the wall, of my life, whis is a brick in the wall of humanity.
this brick came out of nowhere I know of.
yet it is there………….
will it fall by itself
will i push it and makle it fall?
what will I learn from it
If I push it down, will humanity learn from it?
omarello
there was a red brick on the ground, then it turned into a wall. Usually i think of bricks when i wear like bbq. i guess it reminds me of those shows. xD
wendy
i walked into the house and i felt the bricks falling down around me all of a sudden i was trapped under this mountain of red coarse i was scraped everywhere and i felt my arm detached from my body. the smell of smoke was penetrating every cell in my brain. it felt like an eternity before another sound came into my ears and broke the silence. the bricks continued to wear away at my skin i struggled to escape and i felt fire on my legs from
antonella
the red brick came flying though the widow like a slow flying bird… it crashed though the glass and then landed with a thud on the floor below, we waited with disbelief at what just happened. a long second passed and then everyone dropped to the floor. just as we did we could hear car tires squealing away down the street. we had been bricked!
bryant
together the bricks
danced in crimson harmony
weaving a pattern of
belly-flopped leaves
on the shore of your
subconscious, unconscious
draped in crystal and
overflowing with wine
three days ago i left
you all alone in the
river
and laughed
as you drowned
in the yellowed pages
of humanity’s last
summer song
carissa
Pink Floyd sang about “bricks in the wall” building up steadily and closing people out of a man’s life. This is often how things go in life. With each brick we add to our defenses, we separate ourselves from those around us, and even ourselves more and more. If we are not careful, we can trap ourselves forever.
Julia
Today in school we saw a video about racist cartoons and there was this book of pickaninny children who played tag with bricks and did all sorts of horribly stupid things, because they were black and therefore apparently stupid monkeys. I felt sick by the end of class. The things they drew… the things they acted out, and said, and thought, and actually believed, were so grotesquely distorted that I had trouble connecting them to the human beings off of whom they were based.
grace h
one of the words my high school spanish students learn because we play vocabulary basketball and they are eager to insult each other when shooting. forget about knowing how to greet others, or talk about yourself, or descrbe your family…just use ladrillo, and let someone know how poorly they shoot
mcpeg
it fell much faster
than we could ever hope to follow
struck and hit
with precision
struck the weakest point
and sent cracks trickling down
all around
deeper still
and deep inside
the blunt trauma
left her questioning
if the brick really existed
or was this all because of him
lumie
My head is like a brick; heavy, red, full of dust and mites. It could hold up to a million years of ideas though. And it justmight be holding up to a million ideas now…It can wrap around my head, it can wrap around a building. It can not be destroyed even by death
house! Red brick house. fragile. strong. mason’s work. three little pigs. ground floor. gaudy. old world. feather dusters.
I always envied the idea of the brick house. Never got to live in one but it always seemed cozy. Maybe cause of the three pigs idea. Brick was safer then anything else. Course I always thought the wolf got a bad rap in all those stories. It’s not his fault he had to eat and bacon tastes good. Poor guy. He’s not big and bad he’s just hungry.
all in all just another brick in the wall. but lately i feel more like an empty space. i’m disrupting the near perfect pattern simply by not filling in where i should. i’m transparent.
this is harder than I expected. A brick an be so many things but its most common form is an obstacle. Knock down the bricks in your life. Knock them down.
every building on campus is red brick with white columns. my mother thinks that all the buildings look the same, she can’t tell them apart. I think her mind is just too set in it’s ways to learn about a new place. Shes lived in the same city in the same house for so long that she freaks out when she is in a new place.
it is the brick in my head. I cannot know about it without the nagging pain of staleness and guilt that emanates from a life of stagnantsy and need.
red, hard strong right square small
full solid sturdy
my mom’s house is made of brick. also i live in mississippi and we make a lot of brick here b/c of the georgia clay. i wonder why it’s called georgia clay, i mean it’s in mississippi. shouldn’t it be mississippi clay? we had big piles of it in our yard b/c we have a pond and it was dug out b/c a a little crawfish dug a hole in the side of it and almost killed all our fish so we had to expand the pond so if it happened again the fish would have somewhere to go.
The brick wall was red and crusted over with the rubble from the collapsed building a mile down. The holes underneath the wall hinted at being lived in by the rodents and vermin that were common on these streets. The bricks themselves were probably molding and disease ridden.
schools are brick. when i went to tennesse houses there were brick. i dont know if i really like brick, ive never really thought about it and just accepted it but now that i think about it i think its ugly.
I feel like I am heading twords a wall in my life but I am strong enough to keep moving through it. I think that is the lesson. If we can move through those brick walls, then we become stronger. Hopefully wiser too.
The houses in england, for the most part, are made of brick. It’s always been a comforting material for houses all my life because it is reminiscent of where I was born. It’s also valuable as an antique. Used bricks that were once houses are sold by the brick and can be used to build anything. In fact, I can’t imagine a life on earth without bricks. They seem to be such a permanent fixture. But then I was born in a brick house – my grandmother’s in Wales. The house we lived in before we came to america was a two-story brick house with a big bay window in front. I’m so drawn to brick houses and brick hearths and bricks…..
there goes this thing that goes by the name brick. he’s not to smart but very dependable. he doesn’t have a sense of humor but he can be counted on when things get rough. not to be shaken in his own firm convictions, he is someone to lean on.
get it
a row of houses are bearing down on Thom yorke, but it doesn’t really affect me. Brick is outdated, though I wish I were a mason, their rings are mad amazing. A secret would be cool, it would be even cooler to share it with someone.
The old brick apartment building was covered in soot. Factory sector, downtown Flint. Another burned out Midwestern manufacturing town. Home.
We build bricks;
Over concrete frames
and we don’t have walls build…
We build bricks.
Verses into a line
Glued with concrete rhymes
brick, a red peice of my life. While I was walking, I saw him following me. I thought nothing of it. he was just another school bully. I’ve delt with bullies before. Until Brick. I thought I could avoid him like all the others, but when he raped me, I knew I would never be the same again.
bricks in my stomach heavy and red….it makes my soul sad with your weight.
Brick. A cool name. A dangerous weapon. A sturdy home. Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. Sexy… My husband’s childhood friend. But I’m not sure how sexy he is.
there is honestly not one thing i would use to build a house better then a brick, it is conveniently rectangular (by the force of nature) and fits together very easily, it is wick cool and awesome, but what about wood you say? wood id good, but bricks kick ass! they are harder! (and would consequently kill someone easier)
Brick walls, sturdy, Strong, impenetrable. So heavy, read and immobile. But cozy. The cottage made of red brick that holds the family. The fireplace made of brick that the family dog resides in front of.
like my childhood home where I danced along the dark weed-grown alley over the mossy slimey brick path amongst the lilies of the valley in a pink tutu with a wand
Bricks colored in red and browns and everything in between. She tried desparately to stay in the lines. Feverishly she toiled crayon in hand. Brows furrowed in concentration.
brick and brack, to build a wall around you and others to let nobody in or to look through
A substance that cooks and protects it loves and kills A weapon of mass destruction and creation. Happiness is not like a brick. A movie about death murder and mayhem. I wonder who invented such a device.
i just shit one
The dark red bricks fell to the ground, crumbling into pieces. Quickly, the wall dividing two different worlds was taken down, smashed apart, section by section.
sugar frosting
Ice cream bricks
lemonade oceans
love that sticks
cherry doorknobs
candied hands
yellow sunshine
blueberry sand
bricks form the homes in which we live, literally, but they also form who we are and become as human beings -figuratively. There is a place I grew up, my home from so long ago, and living there shaped my personality and character and fears and downfalls.
your heavy weighted mind
pocked and muddy rough
we build houses and walls and
lie sturdily upon your many boundaries…
theres a brick on the wall, of my life, whis is a brick in the wall of humanity.
this brick came out of nowhere I know of.
yet it is there………….
will it fall by itself
will i push it and makle it fall?
what will I learn from it
If I push it down, will humanity learn from it?
there was a red brick on the ground, then it turned into a wall. Usually i think of bricks when i wear like bbq. i guess it reminds me of those shows. xD
i walked into the house and i felt the bricks falling down around me all of a sudden i was trapped under this mountain of red coarse i was scraped everywhere and i felt my arm detached from my body. the smell of smoke was penetrating every cell in my brain. it felt like an eternity before another sound came into my ears and broke the silence. the bricks continued to wear away at my skin i struggled to escape and i felt fire on my legs from
the red brick came flying though the widow like a slow flying bird… it crashed though the glass and then landed with a thud on the floor below, we waited with disbelief at what just happened. a long second passed and then everyone dropped to the floor. just as we did we could hear car tires squealing away down the street. we had been bricked!
together the bricks
danced in crimson harmony
weaving a pattern of
belly-flopped leaves
on the shore of your
subconscious, unconscious
draped in crystal and
overflowing with wine
three days ago i left
you all alone in the
river
and laughed
as you drowned
in the yellowed pages
of humanity’s last
summer song
Pink Floyd sang about “bricks in the wall” building up steadily and closing people out of a man’s life. This is often how things go in life. With each brick we add to our defenses, we separate ourselves from those around us, and even ourselves more and more. If we are not careful, we can trap ourselves forever.
Today in school we saw a video about racist cartoons and there was this book of pickaninny children who played tag with bricks and did all sorts of horribly stupid things, because they were black and therefore apparently stupid monkeys. I felt sick by the end of class. The things they drew… the things they acted out, and said, and thought, and actually believed, were so grotesquely distorted that I had trouble connecting them to the human beings off of whom they were based.
one of the words my high school spanish students learn because we play vocabulary basketball and they are eager to insult each other when shooting. forget about knowing how to greet others, or talk about yourself, or descrbe your family…just use ladrillo, and let someone know how poorly they shoot
it fell much faster
than we could ever hope to follow
struck and hit
with precision
struck the weakest point
and sent cracks trickling down
all around
deeper still
and deep inside
the blunt trauma
left her questioning
if the brick really existed
or was this all because of him
My head is like a brick; heavy, red, full of dust and mites. It could hold up to a million years of ideas though. And it justmight be holding up to a million ideas now…It can wrap around my head, it can wrap around a building. It can not be destroyed even by death