He picked up the brick and raised his hand as if to throw when suddenly a noise from behind startled him. At that moment he noticed for the first time the two young children playing peacefully behind the window through which he was about to toss the brick.
Ginger
I am brick. Emotionless, content less, meaningless. I am brick. Lonely, for bricks have no friends, depressed, for everything moves so slowly. Saddened, at a wasted life, which I could never live again.
I am brick.
MoistureMan
bricks were made in the 17th century and there are used to build houses, they built castles in the 16th and 17th century. bricks are used to build houses
gabi
Bricks are red, and oddly enough sparked Crayola to make a color from them. I once saw this show where a woman was making bricks out of mud. It was interesting. Bricks make me think of that Bricks R Fun flash animations that used to be on dviantart. Brick brick brick. Rick rhymes with brick. So does sick.
Joshua
Brick by brick we put our lives together, constructing everything we know and what we aspire to know. Brick by brick we dismantle and reassign, we never quite get it right, but as long as you don’t regret a brick layed, you will be happier than anyone has ever been.
Dan
The only evidence of her rage was a lone brick
surrounded by shards of glass
and the early morning breeze
coming from where the bed room window used to be.
Morgan
a wall we stumbled by
a thoughtful cast a glance
we
nothing knew of what drove our hearts
to fall into black
obsidian darkness
henry
its in a wall it is orange its hard it was invented in 17 century evry wall has it
nick
When I found him, he was bashing the dead mouse with a brick; his cheeks were flushed and sweat sparkled on his forehead. His fingernail was cracked.
S
I threw a brick through a window once. It was a decision I regretted as soon as it left my hand. All of the rage and impotent fury that had driven me instantly became a cold and heart-clenching certainty that I had the wrong house.
Mark Clarke
yellow roAD WIZARD OF OZ MY DAD RED BRICKS MASON WORKER BRICK HOUSE MUSIC 80″s hard many shapes and sizes
baRBARA
i was walking down the road one day and noticed how perfect everything was. i continued walking until i saw that there was one brick missing from the road and realized perfection isnt always completely perfect.
COON
your heart is like a brick nothing gets through it and nothing comes out of it. i told you i love you but it didnt get through you said you love me but it didnt come out to show cuz it was blocked behind your brick heart.
EvoL
there was a brick outside, just before I came in. it laid there with the conscience of a thousand beings. motionless. mindless. the heavens themselves would not move the brick.
michael rodriguez
Plucking pins and needles out of their begging, needing holes. Searching for justification, why the syringe is empty, while the grenade explodes.
Ron
“She’s a brick…houuuse” I always identified with that song. Though I think they gave the gal’s measurements in the tune, too, and she didn’t sound like a “brick house” to me. She should be like me, solid, curvy, sensual and large. Someone who will be around for a while, who takes a while to know. Bricks on the outside, but surprisingly light on the inside. Yup, that’s me.
Denise
A brick lays alone, abandoned by the building that it once helped to create. An explosion sending it far from the home it once knew. It could be sad, but bricks do not cry. Perhaps it wonders if it will ever go home? Or if anyone misses it. But then it is just a brick, red..alone and without a touch of life to it.
Aubrey
Well today i hit a kitten over the head with a brick. I didn’t want to but i had to. you see it carried a virus the is spread to humans would make the zombies so lets just say that some times you have to kill kittens to save humanity.
Darrick Bonk
As I lay down the bricks of my memory.
Trying to put together a perfect image.
deciet, guilt, lust. the whole picture.
such unhappy things. But yet they make the most beautiful images. Just so you know. you are one of these bricks. you and me. together in my picture. but today. its a completely different story.
because if I used your brick… it would do nothing but taint the beautiful image, which shall never be forgotten.
taisia
it was the song, that song and I hated it. hated the guy moaning about how she was this brick, all i wanted to do was through a brick at him, for his whining voice. Dont know why but I did, it was a horrid analogy calling her a brick, i suppose it was to signify her strength but i dunno.
trak
brick walls look really cool I think.
vamps
Disregarded, I threw you
aside,
down through the stream of light and
staring eyes.
I waited —
no memories of you —
you remain
fragmented on the pavement.
Jesika
we talked about stealing bricks the other day, actually. yesterday.stealing them, one every day, until we get married and then we’ll build a house out of them. it’ll be all calico and shabby. but it’ll be ours, yes. our stolen brick house.
gilbert
Heavy and rectangular, a brick is solid. Large for a young woman to carry, it fits in a man’s hands. A house of bricks is strong, the big, bad wolf, or hurricane, can’t blow it down as it can the house of sticks. Brick row houses…we don’t have those here
JA
And all of the sudden it hit me like a brick… What do I do if I don’t get hired full time onto staff? I have to take my sorry behind back to school, and right now I can’t think of a scarrier place….
Jodi
my house uses brick to be built. in order to be a house, it should be worked by a tukang bangunan, which we have to pay them. we can pay them by borongan, which means that they get paid by the amount of work they do, or by time, which usually per day.
ndie
you’re hold me down beneath
that cold water chafing at my feet
and making me slide
back down to where I never loved you and
never knew that
there was a world besides quiet murmurs
you hit me like a brick over the head,
and make me breathe.
Olivia
The brick fell on my head. There was nothing else I could do. I was paralyzed. I didn’t know what to do. Somehow, even though I was halfway into a coma, I felt good. This brick fall was shaking up my life in a good way.
Marlee
it is red, black, boxy, and it makes the houses look great! I wish i had a brick house and then the fox thing cant blow down my house. or what the heck is it called. brick brick brick. dont know what else to write. the end???????
heather
teh brick was a rough, red brick stuck on the side of a wall. I don’t knwo WHY the brick was there…it just was. And had been for who know how long.
I’ve heard hte brick was lengdary for it’s “powers”–several of hte guys claim to have ahd a “wonderful time” under neat that wall with the brick. I don’t know.
T D
Bricks. I had to help my dad lay brick to day, which was akward cuz i had told him that i want 2 move saturday. I dont know if hes gonna let me, but i do want to go back. I miss Boone Grove. IDK, it will workout. Somehow,someway.
Alex
There’s a brick in my mind and it’s wayin’ me down. It’s heavy and frustrating. If only I could break it down into smaller pieces it’d be easier to deal with. Everything is stuck together in one big brick.
Annie
“Ouch!”
“Relax, man.”
“That fuckin’ hurt, you asshole!”
“Jeez… I’ve never met such a pussy in all my life.”
“Pussy? Yeah, howabout I throw a piece of house at you, and you see how you like it.”
“I’d dodge it.”
“With what? Your cat-like reflexes?”
paisley
those people have brain like a brick!
d.s.
I made a brick sidewalk on the west side of my house several years ago. I still love it. I’d like to do a matching one on the east side. Some brick are fire bricks used in woodstoves. Some bricks are brick red, and some are more yellow. Some have holes and some don’t.
Jean Heneghan
What have you got in there, rocks? Bricks, actually. Who would actually hit someone with a bag of bricks, pray tell? I want to know. There is very little in life worth hitting another person with a bag of bricks over. The thing is, for those few things, I would hit someone with far more than bricks….
Chimaera
The brick house stood alone in the lot. It was simply made. Red brick, with splats of cement in between. A family had lived here once ago. Kids, dogs, the whole sha-bang. And then just like any type of family. They grew up. They changed. They moved on. And now only this brick house remains. Sun up and sun down it stands.
Andrew Jovanovic
The bricks rise, red and warm in the fading sun. My Grandma’s house is red and warm. She cooks, and busy things to show us that she loves us. We would never stop loving her. We need to go see her more, in her house. She is selling that house. It is very sad. I love my Grandma’s red brick house.
Chimaera
Oh wow; I barely remember what happened. That brick just flew through the window; and I just blacked out. I woke up and everyone; everyone was dead. Bloody, maimed, abused. This is the last time I’m ever going to eat at McDonalds.
Goat
brick is what walls are made of. the brownstones all over manhattan. the townhouses ill never be able to afford but always fantasize about living in. brick is what u throw at a window belonging to a person you hate, just to give them a scare and have to pick up the shattered glass.
He picked up the brick and raised his hand as if to throw when suddenly a noise from behind startled him. At that moment he noticed for the first time the two young children playing peacefully behind the window through which he was about to toss the brick.
I am brick. Emotionless, content less, meaningless. I am brick. Lonely, for bricks have no friends, depressed, for everything moves so slowly. Saddened, at a wasted life, which I could never live again.
I am brick.
bricks were made in the 17th century and there are used to build houses, they built castles in the 16th and 17th century. bricks are used to build houses
Bricks are red, and oddly enough sparked Crayola to make a color from them. I once saw this show where a woman was making bricks out of mud. It was interesting. Bricks make me think of that Bricks R Fun flash animations that used to be on dviantart. Brick brick brick. Rick rhymes with brick. So does sick.
Brick by brick we put our lives together, constructing everything we know and what we aspire to know. Brick by brick we dismantle and reassign, we never quite get it right, but as long as you don’t regret a brick layed, you will be happier than anyone has ever been.
The only evidence of her rage was a lone brick
surrounded by shards of glass
and the early morning breeze
coming from where the bed room window used to be.
a wall we stumbled by
a thoughtful cast a glance
we
nothing knew of what drove our hearts
to fall into black
obsidian darkness
its in a wall it is orange its hard it was invented in 17 century evry wall has it
When I found him, he was bashing the dead mouse with a brick; his cheeks were flushed and sweat sparkled on his forehead. His fingernail was cracked.
I threw a brick through a window once. It was a decision I regretted as soon as it left my hand. All of the rage and impotent fury that had driven me instantly became a cold and heart-clenching certainty that I had the wrong house.
yellow roAD WIZARD OF OZ MY DAD RED BRICKS MASON WORKER BRICK HOUSE MUSIC 80″s hard many shapes and sizes
i was walking down the road one day and noticed how perfect everything was. i continued walking until i saw that there was one brick missing from the road and realized perfection isnt always completely perfect.
your heart is like a brick nothing gets through it and nothing comes out of it. i told you i love you but it didnt get through you said you love me but it didnt come out to show cuz it was blocked behind your brick heart.
there was a brick outside, just before I came in. it laid there with the conscience of a thousand beings. motionless. mindless. the heavens themselves would not move the brick.
Plucking pins and needles out of their begging, needing holes. Searching for justification, why the syringe is empty, while the grenade explodes.
“She’s a brick…houuuse” I always identified with that song. Though I think they gave the gal’s measurements in the tune, too, and she didn’t sound like a “brick house” to me. She should be like me, solid, curvy, sensual and large. Someone who will be around for a while, who takes a while to know. Bricks on the outside, but surprisingly light on the inside. Yup, that’s me.
A brick lays alone, abandoned by the building that it once helped to create. An explosion sending it far from the home it once knew. It could be sad, but bricks do not cry. Perhaps it wonders if it will ever go home? Or if anyone misses it. But then it is just a brick, red..alone and without a touch of life to it.
Well today i hit a kitten over the head with a brick. I didn’t want to but i had to. you see it carried a virus the is spread to humans would make the zombies so lets just say that some times you have to kill kittens to save humanity.
As I lay down the bricks of my memory.
Trying to put together a perfect image.
deciet, guilt, lust. the whole picture.
such unhappy things. But yet they make the most beautiful images. Just so you know. you are one of these bricks. you and me. together in my picture. but today. its a completely different story.
because if I used your brick… it would do nothing but taint the beautiful image, which shall never be forgotten.
it was the song, that song and I hated it. hated the guy moaning about how she was this brick, all i wanted to do was through a brick at him, for his whining voice. Dont know why but I did, it was a horrid analogy calling her a brick, i suppose it was to signify her strength but i dunno.
brick walls look really cool I think.
Disregarded, I threw you
aside,
down through the stream of light and
staring eyes.
I waited —
no memories of you —
you remain
fragmented on the pavement.
we talked about stealing bricks the other day, actually. yesterday.stealing them, one every day, until we get married and then we’ll build a house out of them. it’ll be all calico and shabby. but it’ll be ours, yes. our stolen brick house.
Heavy and rectangular, a brick is solid. Large for a young woman to carry, it fits in a man’s hands. A house of bricks is strong, the big, bad wolf, or hurricane, can’t blow it down as it can the house of sticks. Brick row houses…we don’t have those here
And all of the sudden it hit me like a brick… What do I do if I don’t get hired full time onto staff? I have to take my sorry behind back to school, and right now I can’t think of a scarrier place….
my house uses brick to be built. in order to be a house, it should be worked by a tukang bangunan, which we have to pay them. we can pay them by borongan, which means that they get paid by the amount of work they do, or by time, which usually per day.
you’re hold me down beneath
that cold water chafing at my feet
and making me slide
back down to where I never loved you and
never knew that
there was a world besides quiet murmurs
you hit me like a brick over the head,
and make me breathe.
The brick fell on my head. There was nothing else I could do. I was paralyzed. I didn’t know what to do. Somehow, even though I was halfway into a coma, I felt good. This brick fall was shaking up my life in a good way.
it is red, black, boxy, and it makes the houses look great! I wish i had a brick house and then the fox thing cant blow down my house. or what the heck is it called. brick brick brick. dont know what else to write. the end???????
teh brick was a rough, red brick stuck on the side of a wall. I don’t knwo WHY the brick was there…it just was. And had been for who know how long.
I’ve heard hte brick was lengdary for it’s “powers”–several of hte guys claim to have ahd a “wonderful time” under neat that wall with the brick. I don’t know.
Bricks. I had to help my dad lay brick to day, which was akward cuz i had told him that i want 2 move saturday. I dont know if hes gonna let me, but i do want to go back. I miss Boone Grove. IDK, it will workout. Somehow,someway.
There’s a brick in my mind and it’s wayin’ me down. It’s heavy and frustrating. If only I could break it down into smaller pieces it’d be easier to deal with. Everything is stuck together in one big brick.
“Ouch!”
“Relax, man.”
“That fuckin’ hurt, you asshole!”
“Jeez… I’ve never met such a pussy in all my life.”
“Pussy? Yeah, howabout I throw a piece of house at you, and you see how you like it.”
“I’d dodge it.”
“With what? Your cat-like reflexes?”
those people have brain like a brick!
I made a brick sidewalk on the west side of my house several years ago. I still love it. I’d like to do a matching one on the east side. Some brick are fire bricks used in woodstoves. Some bricks are brick red, and some are more yellow. Some have holes and some don’t.
What have you got in there, rocks? Bricks, actually. Who would actually hit someone with a bag of bricks, pray tell? I want to know. There is very little in life worth hitting another person with a bag of bricks over. The thing is, for those few things, I would hit someone with far more than bricks….
The brick house stood alone in the lot. It was simply made. Red brick, with splats of cement in between. A family had lived here once ago. Kids, dogs, the whole sha-bang. And then just like any type of family. They grew up. They changed. They moved on. And now only this brick house remains. Sun up and sun down it stands.
The bricks rise, red and warm in the fading sun. My Grandma’s house is red and warm. She cooks, and busy things to show us that she loves us. We would never stop loving her. We need to go see her more, in her house. She is selling that house. It is very sad. I love my Grandma’s red brick house.
Oh wow; I barely remember what happened. That brick just flew through the window; and I just blacked out. I woke up and everyone; everyone was dead. Bloody, maimed, abused. This is the last time I’m ever going to eat at McDonalds.
brick is what walls are made of. the brownstones all over manhattan. the townhouses ill never be able to afford but always fantasize about living in. brick is what u throw at a window belonging to a person you hate, just to give them a scare and have to pick up the shattered glass.