A brick hit my head, not a material brick. An idea-brick. One of those moment were you realize you are mistaken and the source of your own problems. No way to blame someone. A real hard brick.
Ernesto
very strong and creates safety and security…provides shelter can also be used as a weapon made from clay from the earth ancient & enduring different colors
Saralee
I lay down the bricks of my life, and as I see each one, stacked on top of the other, i realize i sitting on top of the world, as sturdy as the strongest tower, ready to hold, protect, and gaze upon the earth and all its creatures. Brick. red, orange, green, yellow, blue. The earth.
rachel
brick red house
i don’t live there
i don’t live here either
Becka
She’s a brick.
House.
She’s mighty mighty,
Just lettin’ it all hang out!
Andriano
in everything and everyone there is the subtle soul of being that progresses forth rendering everything incapable of knowledge. like the cold, hard depth of an outer shell, we gather our inner being for one more round of nonsense.
chelsea
bricks building a home
a new life together
i am hapy for you both
but i can’t help wondering
why you deserve this and i do not
why you are happy and i am still alone
and it makes me sad
that i cannot be happy for you
as you start to build your home
Sophie
brick house like the song or like the building material am i just rambling or is ther somethin more to this nonesense
D
brick makes homes houses and sweet memorials for war soldiers.as rememberance.
they are monumental
rajeev
the entire building that im living in at college is brick. the outside is brick and the inside. when Im in my room i can see the bricks from the outside coming in, the only differece being that the ones on the inside are painted white.
Tadeo
Bricks
Of redish brown
Creates the surrounding walls.
Stacked to the celing,
Held tight together,
No gaps.
Theres no light in my room,
No window penetrates this gloom
And dark.
I don’t know why I’m here,
Rats in my lap,
Rough bricks against my back.
My hand encloses a neclace charm,
Fingers trace a name
Etched over and over in the ground.
My head lolls to the side,
Weak.
I am given bread and water,
But not what I need to end my hunger,
My thirst.
Bloodthirst?
Perhaps.
This place.
Famliar.
But I’m lost,
Like not knowing a place
You’ve been all your life.
And I have been all my life.
The reason being
I have been everywhere,
Yet never have left the dark recesses of
My mind.
A seclusion far from safe.
Therefore,
I have been nowhwere.
I am nowhere,
Except the place I’ve been.
No matter now,
It will be over soon.
Thoughts are useless at a time.
Time like now;
No time.
No time,
No place.
Can’t move me,
Time or place.
I stay here,
talking to the walls.
The brick walls.
Haven’t changed.
Since never.
Has ever been before.
Many times before.
Have tried moving me.
And found impossibe.
And possible.
If I move on my own.
Will.
Move.
But.
The rats ate my will.
I cannot move.
Brick walls
Close
In
On
Me.
mckayla
the brick house was the most beautiful thing i’d ever seen. they were the colors of an autumn day, dark red, auburn, brown and near black colors. the windows were closed and the blinds were drawn; the house called to me. i wanted to find my way inside it.
alex
you could depend on him, he was a brick, until the time he wasn’t.
huddy
I threw a brick through her window. I just couldn’t stand it anymore. If nothing else could get her attention than this certainly would. It flew through the air as if it were suspended on a wire. The brick made contact with her window and it shattered into millions of tiny crystals. I stood there looking dumbfounded. What did I just do?
Scott Duell
The castle was made of brick that reminds me of my old mums rugid face the night I stabbed her in the back of her foot.
Ninjuggalo
brick walls are horrible to scrape along, you can really hurt yourself. solid foundations, funny that. i really don’t know a whole lot about bricks, i can’t say a whole lot about bricks if i’m honest, hmm. so i’ll just not think, just write, as they say, so what i can say about bricks is that they’re heavy and that one would definitely hurt if someone threw it at you. i hate the thought of one smashing into a car windscreen, like they do in the riots,
jenny
Brick is a thing that a wall could be made out of and be called a brick wall. It is only there to be broken. much like the hardships in life are only existing in our paths to be conquered.
Nadeesha Cabral
It’s our symbol for taking us down and it did. We were ok with it because being down is hip now. It’s something we wanted to do. We reserved the right to end up in the gutter.
chael henton
Red, dark, like rust flakes…or dried blood. Ive never liked brick houses. I just dont care much for brick. Stone houses, though I find to be full of charm.
Sara Hudson
difficult but cool, happy but sadless, too much things but just one
life, just life, that resume everything
gjbernale
A brick can be used at getting even or building foundations , it is the intention that matters after all.
Manjusha
Thick as a brick, they say; dumber than dirt, they snicker, yet I’m the one that found the wreckage, aren’t I. The scouts, the SWAT team guys, the man who owns the woods, none of those jerks found it. It was me, Dumm
Bill Kirby
falling houses red. They crumble like the suburbians inside of them. Chimnies puffing off gray smoke, like the future moratoriums. The Impatients wait.
D
Bricks. Bricks and brick and bricks. Red and orange and brown and grey. They make up your house. They make up who you are. Each brick is a piece of you. One brick for honesty. One brick for patience. One brick for being stubborn. it’s all you and it’s unique to you. What kind of bricks do you have?
Jasmyn
life.. it’s never one. there are thousands and thousands parts of life. events. holidays. happiness. sadness. all that makes life wonderful. Like bricks create a house. colourful bricks.
uzi
Hardened into the wall
Angry with years of age
Always bitter
Red with fury
Do you understand
Not many do
Sodded into the wall
Wet with rain
Or tears, they say
Either way this brick
This simple brick
Always manages to make my day
Amanda
reminds me of the school that parents go to to help their kids along with the teachers. I didn’t like it used as an acronym that had grammatical dissonance. the c stood for care, and along with the rest that i can’t remember, it didn’t make sense.
ruth
brick.
through a window.
-house.
shitting -s
red – oven
yellow – road
fuck this.
lance ziacha
it’s red and rough. Build houses with it. Sometimes your technical devices will “brick”, meaning they’re eternally dead. Brick is also an ugly ugly color. I’d like to hit some people with a brick, as I hate those people and wish pain upon every nerve in their body. Bricks are good. Bricks are bad… They’re kinda ugly… But poetic in a sense… I like bricks, and hate them. I want to build a house out of them, then tear it does just for fun.
Andrew Johnson
The sky was brick red, this close to the end of the universe. I sometimes wondered how I got to this point, sitting alone in a ship facing out into eternity. Everyone I ever knew was long gone, in the ensuing inferno, and I questioned whether leaving, in the end, had been truly worth it.
Heather
bricks are in houses and can signify failure – as in hitting a brick wall. can also mean a good thing,as in you’re a brick. But brickheaded is bad. Brick is the name of a character in a tennessee williams play, which i detest as i do all TN williams. he was born in columbus, where i went to college, but they moved his birth home because he was gay. how weird.
megan
cold and lonely but not altogether hopeless. i see a light and i know i can reach it if i can muster up enough willpower. i’ve done this before, i remind myself. somehow i will do it again. i hold onto every pleasant thought that crosses my mind and decide to let go.
kristiana
a wall. its red, belongs to a wall
neysan
brick by brick
we stack the emotional wall higher
a defense mechanism gone awry
one day we’ll look back
and see it’s the children who suffer.
Sarah
The brick sat atop the wall without the slightest fear of falling off. His friends were loaning him all the courage he needed. With one last inhalation he stood up and jumped.
ian
throw the brick at the damn idiot standing in line waiting for the stupid worker with all the bricks on his head standing where people are working with bricks right above and there are chances a brick could fall down and
murad kami
the brick was there again. i’d moved it. but there it was again right where it had been originally. fucking weird stuff. no one else ever came here. how could they? i was the only one with a key. a key down to the tunnel that led to this room. and yet here, right in front. of. my. eyes. was that brick. moved again. for the third day in a row.
alyssa
The brick was the only useful thing she could find, as she smashed the dusty, forgotten window open. Crawling out from her captors reach, she scratched herself numerous times. It hurt. But at least she was free. Though the woods were dark, she started to run toward freedom.
Brick was a film that I saw that I thought would be cool, but which was dull and uninteresting and vaguely sordid. There was also this film called “Brick lane” which I haven’t seen, but also looks depressing, so I guess I don’t want to see any more films with “Brick” in the title.
A brick hit my head, not a material brick. An idea-brick. One of those moment were you realize you are mistaken and the source of your own problems. No way to blame someone. A real hard brick.
very strong and creates safety and security…provides shelter can also be used as a weapon made from clay from the earth ancient & enduring different colors
I lay down the bricks of my life, and as I see each one, stacked on top of the other, i realize i sitting on top of the world, as sturdy as the strongest tower, ready to hold, protect, and gaze upon the earth and all its creatures. Brick. red, orange, green, yellow, blue. The earth.
brick red house
i don’t live there
i don’t live here either
She’s a brick.
House.
She’s mighty mighty,
Just lettin’ it all hang out!
in everything and everyone there is the subtle soul of being that progresses forth rendering everything incapable of knowledge. like the cold, hard depth of an outer shell, we gather our inner being for one more round of nonsense.
bricks building a home
a new life together
i am hapy for you both
but i can’t help wondering
why you deserve this and i do not
why you are happy and i am still alone
and it makes me sad
that i cannot be happy for you
as you start to build your home
brick house like the song or like the building material am i just rambling or is ther somethin more to this nonesense
brick makes homes houses and sweet memorials for war soldiers.as rememberance.
they are monumental
the entire building that im living in at college is brick. the outside is brick and the inside. when Im in my room i can see the bricks from the outside coming in, the only differece being that the ones on the inside are painted white.
Bricks
Of redish brown
Creates the surrounding walls.
Stacked to the celing,
Held tight together,
No gaps.
Theres no light in my room,
No window penetrates this gloom
And dark.
I don’t know why I’m here,
Rats in my lap,
Rough bricks against my back.
My hand encloses a neclace charm,
Fingers trace a name
Etched over and over in the ground.
My head lolls to the side,
Weak.
I am given bread and water,
But not what I need to end my hunger,
My thirst.
Bloodthirst?
Perhaps.
This place.
Famliar.
But I’m lost,
Like not knowing a place
You’ve been all your life.
And I have been all my life.
The reason being
I have been everywhere,
Yet never have left the dark recesses of
My mind.
A seclusion far from safe.
Therefore,
I have been nowhwere.
I am nowhere,
Except the place I’ve been.
No matter now,
It will be over soon.
Thoughts are useless at a time.
Time like now;
No time.
No time,
No place.
Can’t move me,
Time or place.
I stay here,
talking to the walls.
The brick walls.
Haven’t changed.
Since never.
Has ever been before.
Many times before.
Have tried moving me.
And found impossibe.
And possible.
If I move on my own.
Will.
Move.
But.
The rats ate my will.
I cannot move.
Brick walls
Close
In
On
Me.
the brick house was the most beautiful thing i’d ever seen. they were the colors of an autumn day, dark red, auburn, brown and near black colors. the windows were closed and the blinds were drawn; the house called to me. i wanted to find my way inside it.
you could depend on him, he was a brick, until the time he wasn’t.
I threw a brick through her window. I just couldn’t stand it anymore. If nothing else could get her attention than this certainly would. It flew through the air as if it were suspended on a wire. The brick made contact with her window and it shattered into millions of tiny crystals. I stood there looking dumbfounded. What did I just do?
The castle was made of brick that reminds me of my old mums rugid face the night I stabbed her in the back of her foot.
brick walls are horrible to scrape along, you can really hurt yourself. solid foundations, funny that. i really don’t know a whole lot about bricks, i can’t say a whole lot about bricks if i’m honest, hmm. so i’ll just not think, just write, as they say, so what i can say about bricks is that they’re heavy and that one would definitely hurt if someone threw it at you. i hate the thought of one smashing into a car windscreen, like they do in the riots,
Brick is a thing that a wall could be made out of and be called a brick wall. It is only there to be broken. much like the hardships in life are only existing in our paths to be conquered.
It’s our symbol for taking us down and it did. We were ok with it because being down is hip now. It’s something we wanted to do. We reserved the right to end up in the gutter.
Red, dark, like rust flakes…or dried blood. Ive never liked brick houses. I just dont care much for brick. Stone houses, though I find to be full of charm.
difficult but cool, happy but sadless, too much things but just one
life, just life, that resume everything
A brick can be used at getting even or building foundations , it is the intention that matters after all.
Thick as a brick, they say; dumber than dirt, they snicker, yet I’m the one that found the wreckage, aren’t I. The scouts, the SWAT team guys, the man who owns the woods, none of those jerks found it. It was me, Dumm
falling houses red. They crumble like the suburbians inside of them. Chimnies puffing off gray smoke, like the future moratoriums. The Impatients wait.
Bricks. Bricks and brick and bricks. Red and orange and brown and grey. They make up your house. They make up who you are. Each brick is a piece of you. One brick for honesty. One brick for patience. One brick for being stubborn. it’s all you and it’s unique to you. What kind of bricks do you have?
life.. it’s never one. there are thousands and thousands parts of life. events. holidays. happiness. sadness. all that makes life wonderful. Like bricks create a house. colourful bricks.
Hardened into the wall
Angry with years of age
Always bitter
Red with fury
Do you understand
Not many do
Sodded into the wall
Wet with rain
Or tears, they say
Either way this brick
This simple brick
Always manages to make my day
reminds me of the school that parents go to to help their kids along with the teachers. I didn’t like it used as an acronym that had grammatical dissonance. the c stood for care, and along with the rest that i can’t remember, it didn’t make sense.
brick.
through a window.
-house.
shitting -s
red – oven
yellow – road
fuck this.
it’s red and rough. Build houses with it. Sometimes your technical devices will “brick”, meaning they’re eternally dead. Brick is also an ugly ugly color. I’d like to hit some people with a brick, as I hate those people and wish pain upon every nerve in their body. Bricks are good. Bricks are bad… They’re kinda ugly… But poetic in a sense… I like bricks, and hate them. I want to build a house out of them, then tear it does just for fun.
The sky was brick red, this close to the end of the universe. I sometimes wondered how I got to this point, sitting alone in a ship facing out into eternity. Everyone I ever knew was long gone, in the ensuing inferno, and I questioned whether leaving, in the end, had been truly worth it.
bricks are in houses and can signify failure – as in hitting a brick wall. can also mean a good thing,as in you’re a brick. But brickheaded is bad. Brick is the name of a character in a tennessee williams play, which i detest as i do all TN williams. he was born in columbus, where i went to college, but they moved his birth home because he was gay. how weird.
cold and lonely but not altogether hopeless. i see a light and i know i can reach it if i can muster up enough willpower. i’ve done this before, i remind myself. somehow i will do it again. i hold onto every pleasant thought that crosses my mind and decide to let go.
a wall. its red, belongs to a wall
brick by brick
we stack the emotional wall higher
a defense mechanism gone awry
one day we’ll look back
and see it’s the children who suffer.
The brick sat atop the wall without the slightest fear of falling off. His friends were loaning him all the courage he needed. With one last inhalation he stood up and jumped.
throw the brick at the damn idiot standing in line waiting for the stupid worker with all the bricks on his head standing where people are working with bricks right above and there are chances a brick could fall down and
the brick was there again. i’d moved it. but there it was again right where it had been originally. fucking weird stuff. no one else ever came here. how could they? i was the only one with a key. a key down to the tunnel that led to this room. and yet here, right in front. of. my. eyes. was that brick. moved again. for the third day in a row.
The brick was the only useful thing she could find, as she smashed the dusty, forgotten window open. Crawling out from her captors reach, she scratched herself numerous times. It hurt. But at least she was free. Though the woods were dark, she started to run toward freedom.
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Brick was a film that I saw that I thought would be cool, but which was dull and uninteresting and vaguely sordid. There was also this film called “Brick lane” which I haven’t seen, but also looks depressing, so I guess I don’t want to see any more films with “Brick” in the title.