sticky
covering the surface
who knows what it is covering
what it is meant to hide
trying to pull it away
to remove all evidence of its
previous existance
is like a
purposeful purge
of all senses
how i feel about
wallpaper
tells me how i feel about myself
what lies beneath?
lies
lays
remains
who will stay long enough to discover
to lay claim to the prize
that is me
uncovered
unclaimed
restored to the
original design
maryannie
The wallpaper is tacky, it makes me feel sick and crowded. It confines me in yellow and hideious orange that hurt my eyes and churn my stomache. Someone please tear it down, and free me.
jh.
i have the greatest wallpaper in the world, its blue and pink with HUGE elephants. those elephants speak to me daily. we are the greatest friends. and when im sad, they never let me down, unlike the others. happiness is something they know, something they have always known. they tell me secrets and me them.
Nicole
she wished she could just fade into the wallpaper. That her dress matched and no one could really see her, because really, they didn’t know her, who she is. Yet they comment on her as if she weren’t in the room, as if she were the wallpaper.
Tricia Honea
there is no wallpaper in the room i’m sitting in. just pannels of wood, but the pannels are a foot wide. it’s very odd. it reflects my father’s love of wood – at least in my mind it does. My parents haven’t restored this house that we’ve lived in for 10 years or more. it’s weird. they don’t care about their home.
PG
I have never had wallpaper in my house. My parents paint the walls. I picture wallpaper with floral and tropical pictures on them. When I move out I would like to have wallpaper in one of my rooms, paint is just too plain. I don’t know how to put wallpapaer on the walls, it’d probably end up on the floor. Don’t you have to use paste or something? Hmm, we’ll see.
Casey
i love compound words. who invented wall paper? i miss the doggy wall paper in my house in cape elizabeth. i miss the way it seems in the room.
jem
i’ve always wanted wallpaper in my room. i always wanted one with polka dots or abstract lines.. just sayin(:
eizel
Its on a wall, usually floral, annoying sometimes, never blends in, always smells old. ruins a room, makes it more home-Y.
Missy
The wallpaper was peeled and yellowing in the waiting room.
He tried not to pay too much attention. It was just a covering ton the wall; it meant nothing about what this doctor’s skill level might be. Sure, maybe he was poor . . . But that could simply be because he was undiscovered, all the way out in the middle of nowhere like he was. Who knew – maybe he had the cure for cancer locked away somewhere.
Rachael
Patter into a floor with four walls,
Breathe in a stench of existence
confined by the cages of heartbeats and the
ventricles withholding it.
Lose yourself in the insanity of yellow.
Sadaelu Ryan
sticky lumpy and smelly, why is this my job? She wondered. I hate this stuff, and I really don’t care if the walls look nice. Who cares about the walls?
Anonymous
She was always a bit of an oddball. That was what everyone else told her, anyway.
The girl didn’t look away from the tiny rip in the wallpaper. No matter how much the others whispered, no matter how they laughed or jeered or sneered at her back, hidden by a long plait of golden hair.
There WAS something behind this wall, and she was going to find it…if only she could peel wallpaper with her eyes.
Danielle
Was my speciality, I could hang wallpaper like no one else could hang wallpaper. What a schmuck! I mean, if you’re going to be good at something, be good at something that has long term value to you as well as them eh? I mean really!
But I used to be so proud of what I did. I could walk away from a room that had perfect walls I knew that I did that. Cool huh?
Andrew
the wallpaper in this place reminds me of prison. It’s dark, ugly and doesn’t look like a sane person would use it in their house. Ever. Remind me why I bought this crap. Oh yeah it was on sale. So much for paying less.
Mike
the wall paper of my room is blue, the color of a stomy sea and i didnt get to choose it. it has little ships around the top. my parents love the sea. which is fitting, becasue i live in a beach house. the paints is pealing away with the wall paper because of the moist sea air.
Anonymous
I have flowers on my wallpaper. . They are made of crystallin glass, and papercuts. . They break themselves in fragilep pieces. . so petals can fall in my hair. . By sunkissed oragnes, and rose petal fingers. . I have flowers on my wallpaper, made of broken promises, and love I’ll never have..
Sophie
i walked into the room to find that human flesh was splayed in strips much like wallpaper decorating the reaper’s den.
Anonymous
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vivid
victim fashion
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my great aunt, baba, had the prettiest yellow, floral wallpaper. her house was so dainty and i’d always draw pictures of it when i was a child. i’d dream of living in her perfect house in the perfect neighborhood, in the perfect life. that is, until, her life fell apart. lovely floral house and all.
Bethany
I don’t have any wall paper in my house…that’s a lie. there is some old wallpaper in my dad’s bathroom. We didn’t put it there, i think. I’m pretty sure it came with the house when they got it. It’s probably been there for like 70 years, and it’s ugly. I don’t know why no one ever bothered to remove it or paint over it…it’s just one of those things that’s always been there
odd
the wallpaper was rotting on the walls in the old house; the girl walked into the decrepit place and the peeling wallpaper and rotted floorboards and she cried. her old homne disappeared, she had left it behind and it had deteriorated. she closed her eyes and could imagine the old days when the place had been beautiful, magnifident, shiny. and a butler would ahve called and served her and her kitty would come purring and greet her.
michi
a magazine; a project to fix up an apartment that I rented where the landlady was such a bitch that even her lawyer rolled his eyes; a beautiful asset in an otherwise plain room; my daughter’s collage
elsa
my great aunt, baba, had the prettiest yellow, floral wallpaper. her house was so dainty and i’d always draw pictures of it when i was a child. i’d dream of living in her perfect house in the perfect neighborhood, in the perfect life. that is, until, her life fell apart. lovely floral house and all.
Bethany
my great aunt, baba, had the prettiest yellow, floral wallpaper. her house was so dainty and i’d always draw pictures of it when i was a child. i’d dream of living in her perfect house in the perfect neighborhood, in the perfect life. that is, until, her life fell apart. lovely floral house and all.
Bethany
The wallpaper on my desktop is that of a volcano. I hope to one day study about volcanology since its a very nifty thing. Since our world as we know could blow from under us at any moment
rocco
that sticky stuff we put on the walls to cover the lies. a house is history, but only to the people that made the history. why do we love ghost towns?
james
Wallpaper has been here for a long time.
Peace
Flowers, Old people, peeling, glue, messy, bubbles
Lindsay
floral wallpaper was crowning her head. Enter please. Have you brought your portfolio?
– ahhh, watering the plants?
dumb anwser. Why do they make these hypnotic patterns?
Catarina
the florist talked me down on the price for flowers the other day. part of me understands why. the other part isn’t so sure. why would someone like her have me pay a lower price for something she could so easily get more money for? it couldn’t have been a coincidence — the same thing happened with the wallpaper lady.
steve
“Oh God, it’s everywhere…” This kid was new on the force. This was the first time he saw a scene this bad. “The wallpaper is starting to peel from the blood!”
“Just cool it, kid. Take a deep breath and take the scene in objectively.”
Peaches
i dont have anyw allpapaer in my room but i think there might have been now im thinkg of flowery wlal apaper,, kindof a fad no? who acually usues wallpapaer anymore its all about the paint but it will probably come back into style everything does.
Anonymous
its blue it green. its nice its mean. no matter where you are it will catch you eye near or far. dont worry about the color it will surely catch you my brother. some love some hate. some are early and some late
laure
The wallpaper hangs on the wall. A bit obvious I suppose, with the word “wall” being in the name of the thing. But I figured I would let you know. It can be many different colors. It can have different feels, different moods if you’ll let me use the phrase. Dark and moody. Naughty and sexy. Fun and breezy. Child-like and carefree.
James
stupid
hard to take off
paint pws it
ugly
lifeless
1+1=3
meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
She was like wallpaper- the bright, garish kind that dominated a room with an eyesplitting pattern of abstract stripes and clashing colors. It was impossible to tear your eyes away.
Jennifer
“Touch it.”
“It looks slimy. I don’t WANT to touch it.”
It really did look slimy. And had a disconcerting, shimmery look. It didn’t look like wallpaper you could trust.
“You don’t need to TRUST it. You just have to touch it.”
“I wish you wouldn’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Read my mind. It’s terribly rude.”
“If you thought more rude things, then it might be worth my while reading it. As it is….well you really are rather ordinary, aren’t you?”
“Screw you.”
I kicked the wall and the bloody wallpaper. Rather predictably, I got sucked into it. Everything went purple (did it ever NOT go purple?) and I found myself standing on the other side of the wall, looking at the place where I used to be.
He was laughing.
I reached through the wall and dragged him mwith me.
“You do realise,” he told me through a jagged brow, “that we are now stuck here.”
“Welcome to my world.”
“Bit purple, isn’t it?”
sticky
covering the surface
who knows what it is covering
what it is meant to hide
trying to pull it away
to remove all evidence of its
previous existance
is like a
purposeful purge
of all senses
how i feel about
wallpaper
tells me how i feel about myself
what lies beneath?
lies
lays
remains
who will stay long enough to discover
to lay claim to the prize
that is me
uncovered
unclaimed
restored to the
original design
The wallpaper is tacky, it makes me feel sick and crowded. It confines me in yellow and hideious orange that hurt my eyes and churn my stomache. Someone please tear it down, and free me.
i have the greatest wallpaper in the world, its blue and pink with HUGE elephants. those elephants speak to me daily. we are the greatest friends. and when im sad, they never let me down, unlike the others. happiness is something they know, something they have always known. they tell me secrets and me them.
she wished she could just fade into the wallpaper. That her dress matched and no one could really see her, because really, they didn’t know her, who she is. Yet they comment on her as if she weren’t in the room, as if she were the wallpaper.
there is no wallpaper in the room i’m sitting in. just pannels of wood, but the pannels are a foot wide. it’s very odd. it reflects my father’s love of wood – at least in my mind it does. My parents haven’t restored this house that we’ve lived in for 10 years or more. it’s weird. they don’t care about their home.
I have never had wallpaper in my house. My parents paint the walls. I picture wallpaper with floral and tropical pictures on them. When I move out I would like to have wallpaper in one of my rooms, paint is just too plain. I don’t know how to put wallpapaer on the walls, it’d probably end up on the floor. Don’t you have to use paste or something? Hmm, we’ll see.
i love compound words. who invented wall paper? i miss the doggy wall paper in my house in cape elizabeth. i miss the way it seems in the room.
i’ve always wanted wallpaper in my room. i always wanted one with polka dots or abstract lines.. just sayin(:
Its on a wall, usually floral, annoying sometimes, never blends in, always smells old. ruins a room, makes it more home-Y.
The wallpaper was peeled and yellowing in the waiting room.
He tried not to pay too much attention. It was just a covering ton the wall; it meant nothing about what this doctor’s skill level might be. Sure, maybe he was poor . . . But that could simply be because he was undiscovered, all the way out in the middle of nowhere like he was. Who knew – maybe he had the cure for cancer locked away somewhere.
Patter into a floor with four walls,
Breathe in a stench of existence
confined by the cages of heartbeats and the
ventricles withholding it.
Lose yourself in the insanity of yellow.
sticky lumpy and smelly, why is this my job? She wondered. I hate this stuff, and I really don’t care if the walls look nice. Who cares about the walls?
She was always a bit of an oddball. That was what everyone else told her, anyway.
The girl didn’t look away from the tiny rip in the wallpaper. No matter how much the others whispered, no matter how they laughed or jeered or sneered at her back, hidden by a long plait of golden hair.
There WAS something behind this wall, and she was going to find it…if only she could peel wallpaper with her eyes.
Was my speciality, I could hang wallpaper like no one else could hang wallpaper. What a schmuck! I mean, if you’re going to be good at something, be good at something that has long term value to you as well as them eh? I mean really!
But I used to be so proud of what I did. I could walk away from a room that had perfect walls I knew that I did that. Cool huh?
the wallpaper in this place reminds me of prison. It’s dark, ugly and doesn’t look like a sane person would use it in their house. Ever. Remind me why I bought this crap. Oh yeah it was on sale. So much for paying less.
the wall paper of my room is blue, the color of a stomy sea and i didnt get to choose it. it has little ships around the top. my parents love the sea. which is fitting, becasue i live in a beach house. the paints is pealing away with the wall paper because of the moist sea air.
I have flowers on my wallpaper. . They are made of crystallin glass, and papercuts. . They break themselves in fragilep pieces. . so petals can fall in my hair. . By sunkissed oragnes, and rose petal fingers. . I have flowers on my wallpaper, made of broken promises, and love I’ll never have..
i walked into the room to find that human flesh was splayed in strips much like wallpaper decorating the reaper’s den.
mobile phone
picture
vivid
victim fashion
Well since we have a new home wallpapering is certainly an option we are looking at… then there are wallpapers for comps and p
TDRDAER234FR
my great aunt, baba, had the prettiest yellow, floral wallpaper. her house was so dainty and i’d always draw pictures of it when i was a child. i’d dream of living in her perfect house in the perfect neighborhood, in the perfect life. that is, until, her life fell apart. lovely floral house and all.
I don’t have any wall paper in my house…that’s a lie. there is some old wallpaper in my dad’s bathroom. We didn’t put it there, i think. I’m pretty sure it came with the house when they got it. It’s probably been there for like 70 years, and it’s ugly. I don’t know why no one ever bothered to remove it or paint over it…it’s just one of those things that’s always been there
the wallpaper was rotting on the walls in the old house; the girl walked into the decrepit place and the peeling wallpaper and rotted floorboards and she cried. her old homne disappeared, she had left it behind and it had deteriorated. she closed her eyes and could imagine the old days when the place had been beautiful, magnifident, shiny. and a butler would ahve called and served her and her kitty would come purring and greet her.
a magazine; a project to fix up an apartment that I rented where the landlady was such a bitch that even her lawyer rolled his eyes; a beautiful asset in an otherwise plain room; my daughter’s collage
my great aunt, baba, had the prettiest yellow, floral wallpaper. her house was so dainty and i’d always draw pictures of it when i was a child. i’d dream of living in her perfect house in the perfect neighborhood, in the perfect life. that is, until, her life fell apart. lovely floral house and all.
my great aunt, baba, had the prettiest yellow, floral wallpaper. her house was so dainty and i’d always draw pictures of it when i was a child. i’d dream of living in her perfect house in the perfect neighborhood, in the perfect life. that is, until, her life fell apart. lovely floral house and all.
The wallpaper on my desktop is that of a volcano. I hope to one day study about volcanology since its a very nifty thing. Since our world as we know could blow from under us at any moment
that sticky stuff we put on the walls to cover the lies. a house is history, but only to the people that made the history. why do we love ghost towns?
Wallpaper has been here for a long time.
Flowers, Old people, peeling, glue, messy, bubbles
floral wallpaper was crowning her head. Enter please. Have you brought your portfolio?
– ahhh, watering the plants?
dumb anwser. Why do they make these hypnotic patterns?
the florist talked me down on the price for flowers the other day. part of me understands why. the other part isn’t so sure. why would someone like her have me pay a lower price for something she could so easily get more money for? it couldn’t have been a coincidence — the same thing happened with the wallpaper lady.
“Oh God, it’s everywhere…” This kid was new on the force. This was the first time he saw a scene this bad. “The wallpaper is starting to peel from the blood!”
“Just cool it, kid. Take a deep breath and take the scene in objectively.”
i dont have anyw allpapaer in my room but i think there might have been now im thinkg of flowery wlal apaper,, kindof a fad no? who acually usues wallpapaer anymore its all about the paint but it will probably come back into style everything does.
its blue it green. its nice its mean. no matter where you are it will catch you eye near or far. dont worry about the color it will surely catch you my brother. some love some hate. some are early and some late
The wallpaper hangs on the wall. A bit obvious I suppose, with the word “wall” being in the name of the thing. But I figured I would let you know. It can be many different colors. It can have different feels, different moods if you’ll let me use the phrase. Dark and moody. Naughty and sexy. Fun and breezy. Child-like and carefree.
stupid
hard to take off
paint pws it
ugly
lifeless
1+1=3
She was like wallpaper- the bright, garish kind that dominated a room with an eyesplitting pattern of abstract stripes and clashing colors. It was impossible to tear your eyes away.
“Touch it.”
“It looks slimy. I don’t WANT to touch it.”
It really did look slimy. And had a disconcerting, shimmery look. It didn’t look like wallpaper you could trust.
“You don’t need to TRUST it. You just have to touch it.”
“I wish you wouldn’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Read my mind. It’s terribly rude.”
“If you thought more rude things, then it might be worth my while reading it. As it is….well you really are rather ordinary, aren’t you?”
“Screw you.”
I kicked the wall and the bloody wallpaper. Rather predictably, I got sucked into it. Everything went purple (did it ever NOT go purple?) and I found myself standing on the other side of the wall, looking at the place where I used to be.
He was laughing.
I reached through the wall and dragged him mwith me.
“You do realise,” he told me through a jagged brow, “that we are now stuck here.”
“Welcome to my world.”
“Bit purple, isn’t it?”