in a brink. in a window. in. in. in. everything will go in time and it scares you to think you may have built it like this. knowing it would collapse. knowing it might collapse on you. you are the all brick and brown and coloured in.
marnie
it is brown, sometimes almost red. cube-ish but rectangular. sometimes they have holes. others they have print. I think they first made them in Mesopotamia. Also, drugs are sold in bricks. I think a brick of weed is 3 pounds.
Kyle Sanderford
Shes a brick and I’m drowning slowly.
Except in this case, I’m the brick dragging him down. And i don’t know how to let go.
He won’t let me sink in peace.
He can’t help my fall, but he just won’t let go.
Its killing me to know what I’m doing to him.
Kim
brick red, red brick,,, one more BRICK in the wall… sometimes life just gets to be too much… and then you feel like just one more brick will break your back… like the straw that broke the camel’s back… one more brick in the wall………
Just Meee~
A brick. Many bricks make a wall. A wall is something that I have run into. This wall is the slow internet connection that prevents me from getting the full 60 seconds allotted to me by this website to type my meaningless blurb!
Gavin
Brick by brick, wall by wall- my father had built this house. A house that has thousands and thousands of memories that could not be destroyed by any man or natural disaster.
Cece
gently laying bricks
of happiness, love, peace
one solid layer after another
trying to seal in the cracks
oops, there’s pessimism creeping in
a little crack it has found
quickly trying to seal it in
with my dreams’ images
Jen M
The red brick represented more to him than what it physically appeared to be. It stood for growth. It all started with one. From that he built an empire. It represented his infinite struggle to become bigger and better. The brick sat in front of him and he contemplated his journey.
Tomy Wilkerson
The moonlight framed her like an angel. All he could see was the curving desire in the lines of her profile. He wondered if this was a dream…death? Her eyes penetrated his thoughts like a brick through a stained glass window, and he knew it. He’d let her in. Besides, all of his thoughts were of her anyway. He instinctively reached out to her…no, FOR her. She leaned in, not reaching but perhaps to whisper something… To say how much she loved him? How much she wanted him? How much she needed him? His feet were bleeding so badly, he was almost unconscious. She bit her lip with an unwavering seduction he could not ignore.
Fred Man Jones
Brick walls are everywhere. It’s in the times that we face those walls that who we are is decided, and it truly is just that, a decision. We can decide who we are and will be at the times that we face the biggest challenges in our lives.
c. douglas
brick, i think our house is made of brick, none of that sticks an straw bullshit. solid bricks, probably some cracks but nothing that can’t be patched. oh happiness, so sure, love all love finally it’s been years oh my oh my
~anna
There were magnificent thoughts hiding inside every brick, scrambled like a puzzle, out of order.
To most, the thoughts made no sense.
No matter how many different ways she tried to arrange them, there was a hole in the upper left side.
A missing thought.
A missing brick.
A missing piece.
An incomplete sentence.
She tried to fill it with sand, but the sand poured out like tears.
She tried to fill it with laughter, but the sound did not come. It only echoed in her head.
She decided to leave the hole in the wall.
It gave her a great view of what might have been.
plh
there used to be a ton of bricks outside my moms house. all around it. they were left when the house was built. it pretty much sucked cause i was left to collect all of them and put in piles only to be left on the side of the house for what seemd like forever. if that wasnt bad enough i got stung by a scorpion. it was crap.
ruben d
Some of the writers on this site
appear to have bricks for brains!
Radar for Toolsheds
My eminent domain is imminent: Brick by brick the house is built, or plank by plank or straw by straw; and like so many Legos or pick-up-stix the bulldozer dozes each down. Eminent domain–no sticks, no stones, just break the bones as you move the cemeteries to their new “resting” places, as you displace the families who have been kicked off land where their families farmed or forged iron since the 1700s; there are no more foundations, no more roots laid down, just roots and rooftops underwater over which a bassboat glides, hoping to snag something
pamela
My grandmother’s house was made of brick, with a big front porch and white columns. I remember sitting on the swing there on summer evenings watching the June bugs work their way out of the ground to feast on the coral roses that grew along the front.
Andrea
The brick wall behind her old famr house had often been a place of refuge when she was down. But now not even looking out at the beautiful fields at her favourite spot could comfort her.
Syndi
Shattered glass pierced the soles of his feet as he walked in, curious but completely beaten down. He was home, but completely lost. Smoke drifted aimlessly from the charred remains of his memories. He went to the fridge which was still in decent shape, and grabbed a relatively cool beer. He laughed to himself as he looked at the melted letter “H” still clinging to the door. He could still hear the giggles of the children as they enjoyed their innocence, living life without the pain of reality. A random brick fell from what was left of the supposed security of the wall surrounding them, knocking him out of his memory and reminding him of his bloody feet. He fell to the ground and began to sob. Out of the corner of his eye, behind the tear, he saw the familiar profile, the shadow….
Fred Man Jones
the bricks on my old house were beautiful. I never understood how they were placed so perfectly. There was a place in downtown Ottawa that was deemed haunted due to the fact that bricks would just suddenly start being ‘pushed’ out and fall to the ground below; threatening the lives of pedestrians. What a weird occurrence that was.
Kristal
Hard will turn soft. It is lightweight, and also heavy. Workers use it to, like, build stuff. A lot o’ building’s are made like that and sidewalks too cool.
Malvin
brick are heavy, u can make houses with them
if ou throw them out of a window, the window will break, they hurt if you drop them on your toe.
anam
sometime, I hit a brick wall. Especially when writing. a color. a ton of bricks hit me that stopped my in my tracks. a useful building block. the name of a male character in the first dirty novel i ever read.
bob
another brick on the wall, thats what every body thinks about, but i will wright about a brick that a young child trhew once at a soldier, ad broke is head in half, the soldier didnt want to be a soldier, he didnt want to fight a war, but his country made he do it, and he died for something he didnt want.
abarro
you see a brick. you know its there. and you hit it. hard. you hit it hard and sometimes you bleed, sometimes you’re scarred, other times you’re not. luckily, you go unscathed. but you still learn. and you hit more bricks. until it means something to hurt.
julia
hard, painful, dangerous, rocky, used to make walls, houses, pyramids, basically every good building is made of brick. i like to smash bricks.
Sarah M.
The brick fell on his head, and as he bled, he wondered who threw the brick, and why anyone would’ve done that. As the blood trickled into his eyes, he realized that soon it would be a moot point for him, for his journey was about to begin.
Bryan
a building material made of baked clay. A solid person. Something to throw through a window.
Terry Gadness
This reminds me of the Famous Five – they always used to refer to somebody who was reliable as a ‘brick’
claire
the wall was high, built of bricks. They were ligned in neat rows, just like my life. in neat, tidy rows. Yet, the rows are alone, lonely. they look great, but inside are lonly. Doing their job, looking great, yet no one to be close to, no one to share feelings, good times with. But, we all look good. Doing our job
Abbe
In my dream home there’s a red brick wall, just one. Lisa from Denver has one in her living room. We had one in our fancy penthouse in the 1980’s. So out of touch with local architecture. what did my parents have in mind?
nuKKe
She was on my mind
Like a huge masonry brick
Why did I dump her?
markishmark
there were cold bricks all around me. I wasnt sure where I was. I looked for a way out. I hadnt noticed that my leg was cut. I hobbled along the bricks looking for a path. Finally there was a break in the bricks. As I walked through it I noticed a trail of what appeared to be bread crumbs. Oh great! Is this some kind of joke? Which one am I, Hansel or Gretel? Just for fun I followed the path.
Jane
I have a house brick’s. Is big enough but I good like to have a annex in order to invite my friends to stay overnight there. My dream is that the annex to be like a guest room and my friends and relatives come to see me y and nice enviroment. It would have a garden, birds and a fountein with running water. All the house surrenging with a green gramma, palm trees and solar light. No airconditionar is needed. I only had a black and white TV, old IAWA stereo, and a computer. My phone is the old one. The location is far from the city. The neogborhooud is safe, frindly people live around. I think is a very place to live. At night our hobby is to dance and to sing with guittar.
Socorro Giacoman
one more fell on my toe and i winced. wtf. i was looking around even though it was pitch black and it felt like my eyeballs were just sitting there in the middle of the air on their little strings. i could feel bricks. just bricks.
morgan
I picked up this brick, this big red brick, and I threw it hard as I could. I was so angry. It hit the window and shattered it into a million pieces. I didn’t care. I didn’t know if anyone was inside the house, and I didn’t stop to think. All I wanted to do was get rid of the anger. And the brick was the only way.
TJ Trela
A brick is used to build houses, schools, and other buildings. It comes in a variety of colors but most often you see them in red. A brick house is the only house that stood up to the big bad wolf in the Three Little Pigs children’s story. A brick layer is called a mason. Bricks are put together with cement or mortar. Mortar is a mixture of sand, water and cement. Fireplaces are often made of brick. Bricks can be either full or half-cut. Often faux bricks are used due to the cost and weight of the real bricks.
Judy
the brick was heavy. after putting over 200 of them down on the ground today to form a patio, my arms were tired. the pounding, leveling and digging had taken it’s toll on me, my back ached, my legs were cramping, but the result was worth it.
moon
and she’s drowning slowly,
she’s a house made of one of these
And it breaks my heart
like panes of glass.
NuSol
walls are of brick, they are thick, they can’t think. There is hardness and dryness in a brick, which is thick and can’t think. Many bricks piled atop each other and mortared into place make a wall and there is a wall between me and you. there is a wall that blocks me with bricks, that I can neither climb over nor see through. Like talking to a brick wall, is me trying to connect with the world.
Heidi
Brick: A brick in CoH is a tanker. It’s slang for the person who takes the most punishment and holds the aggro of the mobs. A very important role within any team. I’m not the best brick though. I prefer to dish out the damage rather than simply take it.
in a brink. in a window. in. in. in. everything will go in time and it scares you to think you may have built it like this. knowing it would collapse. knowing it might collapse on you. you are the all brick and brown and coloured in.
it is brown, sometimes almost red. cube-ish but rectangular. sometimes they have holes. others they have print. I think they first made them in Mesopotamia. Also, drugs are sold in bricks. I think a brick of weed is 3 pounds.
Shes a brick and I’m drowning slowly.
Except in this case, I’m the brick dragging him down. And i don’t know how to let go.
He won’t let me sink in peace.
He can’t help my fall, but he just won’t let go.
Its killing me to know what I’m doing to him.
brick red, red brick,,, one more BRICK in the wall… sometimes life just gets to be too much… and then you feel like just one more brick will break your back… like the straw that broke the camel’s back… one more brick in the wall………
A brick. Many bricks make a wall. A wall is something that I have run into. This wall is the slow internet connection that prevents me from getting the full 60 seconds allotted to me by this website to type my meaningless blurb!
Brick by brick, wall by wall- my father had built this house. A house that has thousands and thousands of memories that could not be destroyed by any man or natural disaster.
gently laying bricks
of happiness, love, peace
one solid layer after another
trying to seal in the cracks
oops, there’s pessimism creeping in
a little crack it has found
quickly trying to seal it in
with my dreams’ images
The red brick represented more to him than what it physically appeared to be. It stood for growth. It all started with one. From that he built an empire. It represented his infinite struggle to become bigger and better. The brick sat in front of him and he contemplated his journey.
The moonlight framed her like an angel. All he could see was the curving desire in the lines of her profile. He wondered if this was a dream…death? Her eyes penetrated his thoughts like a brick through a stained glass window, and he knew it. He’d let her in. Besides, all of his thoughts were of her anyway. He instinctively reached out to her…no, FOR her. She leaned in, not reaching but perhaps to whisper something… To say how much she loved him? How much she wanted him? How much she needed him? His feet were bleeding so badly, he was almost unconscious. She bit her lip with an unwavering seduction he could not ignore.
Brick walls are everywhere. It’s in the times that we face those walls that who we are is decided, and it truly is just that, a decision. We can decide who we are and will be at the times that we face the biggest challenges in our lives.
brick, i think our house is made of brick, none of that sticks an straw bullshit. solid bricks, probably some cracks but nothing that can’t be patched. oh happiness, so sure, love all love finally it’s been years oh my oh my
There were magnificent thoughts hiding inside every brick, scrambled like a puzzle, out of order.
To most, the thoughts made no sense.
No matter how many different ways she tried to arrange them, there was a hole in the upper left side.
A missing thought.
A missing brick.
A missing piece.
An incomplete sentence.
She tried to fill it with sand, but the sand poured out like tears.
She tried to fill it with laughter, but the sound did not come. It only echoed in her head.
She decided to leave the hole in the wall.
It gave her a great view of what might have been.
there used to be a ton of bricks outside my moms house. all around it. they were left when the house was built. it pretty much sucked cause i was left to collect all of them and put in piles only to be left on the side of the house for what seemd like forever. if that wasnt bad enough i got stung by a scorpion. it was crap.
Some of the writers on this site
appear to have bricks for brains!
My eminent domain is imminent: Brick by brick the house is built, or plank by plank or straw by straw; and like so many Legos or pick-up-stix the bulldozer dozes each down. Eminent domain–no sticks, no stones, just break the bones as you move the cemeteries to their new “resting” places, as you displace the families who have been kicked off land where their families farmed or forged iron since the 1700s; there are no more foundations, no more roots laid down, just roots and rooftops underwater over which a bassboat glides, hoping to snag something
My grandmother’s house was made of brick, with a big front porch and white columns. I remember sitting on the swing there on summer evenings watching the June bugs work their way out of the ground to feast on the coral roses that grew along the front.
The brick wall behind her old famr house had often been a place of refuge when she was down. But now not even looking out at the beautiful fields at her favourite spot could comfort her.
Shattered glass pierced the soles of his feet as he walked in, curious but completely beaten down. He was home, but completely lost. Smoke drifted aimlessly from the charred remains of his memories. He went to the fridge which was still in decent shape, and grabbed a relatively cool beer. He laughed to himself as he looked at the melted letter “H” still clinging to the door. He could still hear the giggles of the children as they enjoyed their innocence, living life without the pain of reality. A random brick fell from what was left of the supposed security of the wall surrounding them, knocking him out of his memory and reminding him of his bloody feet. He fell to the ground and began to sob. Out of the corner of his eye, behind the tear, he saw the familiar profile, the shadow….
the bricks on my old house were beautiful. I never understood how they were placed so perfectly. There was a place in downtown Ottawa that was deemed haunted due to the fact that bricks would just suddenly start being ‘pushed’ out and fall to the ground below; threatening the lives of pedestrians. What a weird occurrence that was.
Hard will turn soft. It is lightweight, and also heavy. Workers use it to, like, build stuff. A lot o’ building’s are made like that and sidewalks too cool.
brick are heavy, u can make houses with them
if ou throw them out of a window, the window will break, they hurt if you drop them on your toe.
sometime, I hit a brick wall. Especially when writing. a color. a ton of bricks hit me that stopped my in my tracks. a useful building block. the name of a male character in the first dirty novel i ever read.
another brick on the wall, thats what every body thinks about, but i will wright about a brick that a young child trhew once at a soldier, ad broke is head in half, the soldier didnt want to be a soldier, he didnt want to fight a war, but his country made he do it, and he died for something he didnt want.
you see a brick. you know its there. and you hit it. hard. you hit it hard and sometimes you bleed, sometimes you’re scarred, other times you’re not. luckily, you go unscathed. but you still learn. and you hit more bricks. until it means something to hurt.
hard, painful, dangerous, rocky, used to make walls, houses, pyramids, basically every good building is made of brick. i like to smash bricks.
The brick fell on his head, and as he bled, he wondered who threw the brick, and why anyone would’ve done that. As the blood trickled into his eyes, he realized that soon it would be a moot point for him, for his journey was about to begin.
a building material made of baked clay. A solid person. Something to throw through a window.
This reminds me of the Famous Five – they always used to refer to somebody who was reliable as a ‘brick’
the wall was high, built of bricks. They were ligned in neat rows, just like my life. in neat, tidy rows. Yet, the rows are alone, lonely. they look great, but inside are lonly. Doing their job, looking great, yet no one to be close to, no one to share feelings, good times with. But, we all look good. Doing our job
In my dream home there’s a red brick wall, just one. Lisa from Denver has one in her living room. We had one in our fancy penthouse in the 1980’s. So out of touch with local architecture. what did my parents have in mind?
She was on my mind
Like a huge masonry brick
Why did I dump her?
there were cold bricks all around me. I wasnt sure where I was. I looked for a way out. I hadnt noticed that my leg was cut. I hobbled along the bricks looking for a path. Finally there was a break in the bricks. As I walked through it I noticed a trail of what appeared to be bread crumbs. Oh great! Is this some kind of joke? Which one am I, Hansel or Gretel? Just for fun I followed the path.
I have a house brick’s. Is big enough but I good like to have a annex in order to invite my friends to stay overnight there. My dream is that the annex to be like a guest room and my friends and relatives come to see me y and nice enviroment. It would have a garden, birds and a fountein with running water. All the house surrenging with a green gramma, palm trees and solar light. No airconditionar is needed. I only had a black and white TV, old IAWA stereo, and a computer. My phone is the old one. The location is far from the city. The neogborhooud is safe, frindly people live around. I think is a very place to live. At night our hobby is to dance and to sing with guittar.
one more fell on my toe and i winced. wtf. i was looking around even though it was pitch black and it felt like my eyeballs were just sitting there in the middle of the air on their little strings. i could feel bricks. just bricks.
I picked up this brick, this big red brick, and I threw it hard as I could. I was so angry. It hit the window and shattered it into a million pieces. I didn’t care. I didn’t know if anyone was inside the house, and I didn’t stop to think. All I wanted to do was get rid of the anger. And the brick was the only way.
A brick is used to build houses, schools, and other buildings. It comes in a variety of colors but most often you see them in red. A brick house is the only house that stood up to the big bad wolf in the Three Little Pigs children’s story. A brick layer is called a mason. Bricks are put together with cement or mortar. Mortar is a mixture of sand, water and cement. Fireplaces are often made of brick. Bricks can be either full or half-cut. Often faux bricks are used due to the cost and weight of the real bricks.
the brick was heavy. after putting over 200 of them down on the ground today to form a patio, my arms were tired. the pounding, leveling and digging had taken it’s toll on me, my back ached, my legs were cramping, but the result was worth it.
and she’s drowning slowly,
she’s a house made of one of these
And it breaks my heart
like panes of glass.
walls are of brick, they are thick, they can’t think. There is hardness and dryness in a brick, which is thick and can’t think. Many bricks piled atop each other and mortared into place make a wall and there is a wall between me and you. there is a wall that blocks me with bricks, that I can neither climb over nor see through. Like talking to a brick wall, is me trying to connect with the world.
Brick: A brick in CoH is a tanker. It’s slang for the person who takes the most punishment and holds the aggro of the mobs. A very important role within any team. I’m not the best brick though. I prefer to dish out the damage rather than simply take it.