Witholding. They keep you from being the real you. Keeping friends at bay and keeping your enemies close.
They need to be broken in order for your life to be open and complete.
You can’t see the beauty of the world from within walls.
Also they’re good for keeping buildings up, structural integrity is pretty cool.
Brian
walls hold you back. walls keep you closed in, closed off. take down your walls. take down what decorations you’ve put up there, the pictures, the photos, the beliefs you have on what you’re keeping safe. boats are safe in a harbor, but thats not what boats are for. take down your walls.
Bec Gathmann
Walls keep you confined from things you really want to do…break them down and reach for the stars! Some walls are self imposed and some are put up by others….knock them all down!
Betty N
Walls my ass.
Nue Bue
break them
climb then
look at them
build them
dont be one
Sally
door. with knobs, hold on and pass through. leave the past, enjoy the transition from in to out and out to in. it is the journey that counts the joy of the journey is not always happiness it is sometimes contentment and sometimes frustration but all walls are not prisons they can be home
Rommy
We put up barriers to keep people from seeing our weak sides. We want people to see us for what they want us to be not who we are. Walls become our masks keeping us safe from judgmental eyes. Eventually someone comes along and climbs the wall to see who you really are and hopefully they like what they see and accept you for all you are and all you’re not.
Samantha
If you fulfill what’s inside, walls become a foundation
Mike Friederichs
You build your own walls. Some are soft and can be easily knocked down, some are made of a space-age alien material that neither acid, kittens nor the softest kisses and murmured words can break down.
Charlene Jaszewski
closing in. or full of potential. flat color, a place to hold information, beauty. or to hold you down. a wall can be whatever you make of it. you can see through it with the imagination, or hang upon hopes and dreams. my walls are my canvas. my walls define me by how they define the space around me. walls make contrast and create meaning.
Theresa
confining
defining
papered
painted
short
tall
let me live well within them all
Jill
Wall can feel safe. But they can also close you in. They can be decorative in your home, or the last wall you want to see some where else.
Crenn
enclose the wings of my soul. They close out all that is scary and cold. Walls are the shields we create for ourselves to protect from the unknown. Break down these walls of obscurity.
Jacquelyn
Walls are around us most of the time, aren’t they? That is, unless you’re out in the open, which has its own benefits. But the point is surely that wall-less-ness is less safe, more open to disaster. The movie “Grey” (which I haven’t seen) seems like it must be all about walls: When you’re out in the open, you’re prone to wolves, of both the metaphorical and the literal variety. But then, are your really alive, all boxed up and safe from life?
Mark Shively
bricks terraria minecraft games game maker fence house castle forest dog bunnie bird wood fire food bed sleep stars moon
I have walls around me. Walls to protect me from invisible men. I just want to let The One through. Except that’s not how it works. My walls are made of bricks. They’d come crashing down in an Earthquake. No doubt about it.
Iris
walls are what people build when they don’t know how to build bridges. walls are isolating. walls are unfriendly. walls are unforgiving. bridges are way better.
liz gleason
too many and you’re trapped
confining
structure
large
white-washed
supportive
place for decor
photographs, prints, posters
hide and seek
shadows, mirrors
painting
climb, scale, hop, jump over them
divides countries, great walls
segregation
Tara
He says he broke down one of my walls
In the cold lightless morning
When I am neither awake or asleep
These boundaries are ones I am aware of
This table cannot be overturned too soon
Like the celebration of the Berlin wall falling down
It is almost a bitter sweet love song
ellie griffith
walls give me place. give me stability. white, concrete. put up walls between us, between you, between me. jump over, jump over the fence. fencing a wall in. together. alone. they talk, we talk. silence and give me strength. home. pictures, curtains, all on the walls.
Leiah
walls are confining, yet freeing.
once you know where the boundaries are, you’re free to improvise and create in whatever way you see fit to dream. after all, what good are walls if not to protect – in this case, your mind, your creative spirit, and your freedom to dream?
walls get a bad rep, imho.
Adam
walls ryhmes with balls… but I don’t know how to spell rhymes…. oh no wait, there it is… I just broke through a wall of sorts I guess, in my brain… I did know how to spell it all along. Funny how that is.
jim gibson
can hold you back or expand you space
choose
Walls don’t have to be the block to your creativity
walls are what you make of them
tear down the walls that are stopping you from being creative
you don’t have to listen to anyone else
the walls you’ve created can easily crumble
Renee
to defend against the pain, the I don’t want tos, the huge fear of greatness. I see walls around so many of us which we think is necessary to protect us from evil and hurt. Our hearts, love and alive
Hallie
hoping that they won’t keep me in, hoping that I can still have walls around me when I’m older so that I have a home to call my own. Decorating the walls, making it more welcoming, why? People are what makes it welcome. These walls are too thin, but too thick simultaneously.
I’m sitting amongst 4 of them. They’re all kinda yellow, but 2 of them are vanilla ice cream yellow, and the other 2 are like a light straw color. Kinda calming walls for an office.
I didn’t have walls in my last office. Well, that’s not entirely true. I had cubicle walls.
Dan
Walls surround us. Easily seen. But what about the internal walls that no one sees? Sometimes we don’t even see those walls and those are the walls that need to be overcome.
On the other side is joy, confidence and new life
Debbie D
The walls in my apartment are old, dingey, and stained. But within that age, comes tales of lives lived, loves lost, and souls passed on. Who knows what tales of humanity have graced the spaces between these walls? Who knows indeed, but the walls.
Adam King
The walls caved in. They closed around me. Suffocating. Unbarable. I lifted my arms trying to hold the world up. But instead. It all just crumbled. And I stood there with the pieces in my hands.
Krista
having something that keeps you safe, secure, away from the outside forces that could harm you. feeling that the world is closing in on you. feeling that walls are only one part of a home and that it is the people within the walls that make the home. home is where the heart is. these walls can’t keep me in.
Ashley
bare and free, primal and receptive
brave and barren, wild and broken
bearers of light
bringers of dawn
painted and muffled
peaked and pawned
beseech-ed
Julie
Sometimes I just feel like I am hitting the same walls again and again until I finally learn the lesson sent to me.
So I decide to decorate all these walls with colors and art and words that will remind me later on that ive come a very long way…
Nolwenn
Denial screams of its humanity hidden behind walls of helplessness.
The walls were brick, crumbly, had been painted and repainted many times over the years and thus showed various layers of grey-blue-slate-mauve-lavender-white-charcoal layers of paint. The walls were hung with manifold shapes of mirrors in gilt frames and curious art pieces.
surround me continually.
built by me to keep me safe but they only imprison me.
tear them down.
Suzette Jackson
diving through the walls I have created to protect, leaping over the walls of conditioning, recognising those walls are not actually there except in my mind… oh what joy to acknowledge that!
Cassandra Eve
stop joey makes me crazy in these walls. Walls are good. Like a home. I paint them. I don’t feel trapped, I feel safe. This would be more fun alone. But I am excited about this fun.
I want them down. Walls come down. I don’t want any walls at all. Walls block my vision. Walls make me think I’m not ok. Walls keep me in. I don’t want there to be any walls at all. I want to be free. I want my mind to be clear. I want the walls down. I want open fields of loneliness. Open fields of possibilities. Open fields of friends.
Bryant
keep us from each other
built with negative thoughts and judgments
we tear them down
by telling the truth
to ourselves and each other
and what we have left is a life
without walls
connection
Brooke
They are around me, closing in. White in some spots, stained in others. Nicks, show signs that I have been here. Walls to climb, walls to tear down. Walls for boundaries, which I never had. The way the keep the good out, bad in, bad in, good out.
Witholding. They keep you from being the real you. Keeping friends at bay and keeping your enemies close.
They need to be broken in order for your life to be open and complete.
You can’t see the beauty of the world from within walls.
Also they’re good for keeping buildings up, structural integrity is pretty cool.
walls hold you back. walls keep you closed in, closed off. take down your walls. take down what decorations you’ve put up there, the pictures, the photos, the beliefs you have on what you’re keeping safe. boats are safe in a harbor, but thats not what boats are for. take down your walls.
Walls keep you confined from things you really want to do…break them down and reach for the stars! Some walls are self imposed and some are put up by others….knock them all down!
Walls my ass.
break them
climb then
look at them
build them
dont be one
door. with knobs, hold on and pass through. leave the past, enjoy the transition from in to out and out to in. it is the journey that counts the joy of the journey is not always happiness it is sometimes contentment and sometimes frustration but all walls are not prisons they can be home
We put up barriers to keep people from seeing our weak sides. We want people to see us for what they want us to be not who we are. Walls become our masks keeping us safe from judgmental eyes. Eventually someone comes along and climbs the wall to see who you really are and hopefully they like what they see and accept you for all you are and all you’re not.
If you fulfill what’s inside, walls become a foundation
You build your own walls. Some are soft and can be easily knocked down, some are made of a space-age alien material that neither acid, kittens nor the softest kisses and murmured words can break down.
closing in. or full of potential. flat color, a place to hold information, beauty. or to hold you down. a wall can be whatever you make of it. you can see through it with the imagination, or hang upon hopes and dreams. my walls are my canvas. my walls define me by how they define the space around me. walls make contrast and create meaning.
confining
defining
papered
painted
short
tall
let me live well within them all
Wall can feel safe. But they can also close you in. They can be decorative in your home, or the last wall you want to see some where else.
enclose the wings of my soul. They close out all that is scary and cold. Walls are the shields we create for ourselves to protect from the unknown. Break down these walls of obscurity.
Walls are around us most of the time, aren’t they? That is, unless you’re out in the open, which has its own benefits. But the point is surely that wall-less-ness is less safe, more open to disaster. The movie “Grey” (which I haven’t seen) seems like it must be all about walls: When you’re out in the open, you’re prone to wolves, of both the metaphorical and the literal variety. But then, are your really alive, all boxed up and safe from life?
bricks terraria minecraft games game maker fence house castle forest dog bunnie bird wood fire food bed sleep stars moon
I have walls around me. Walls to protect me from invisible men. I just want to let The One through. Except that’s not how it works. My walls are made of bricks. They’d come crashing down in an Earthquake. No doubt about it.
walls are what people build when they don’t know how to build bridges. walls are isolating. walls are unfriendly. walls are unforgiving. bridges are way better.
too many and you’re trapped
confining
structure
large
white-washed
supportive
place for decor
photographs, prints, posters
hide and seek
shadows, mirrors
painting
climb, scale, hop, jump over them
divides countries, great walls
segregation
He says he broke down one of my walls
In the cold lightless morning
When I am neither awake or asleep
These boundaries are ones I am aware of
This table cannot be overturned too soon
Like the celebration of the Berlin wall falling down
It is almost a bitter sweet love song
walls give me place. give me stability. white, concrete. put up walls between us, between you, between me. jump over, jump over the fence. fencing a wall in. together. alone. they talk, we talk. silence and give me strength. home. pictures, curtains, all on the walls.
walls are confining, yet freeing.
once you know where the boundaries are, you’re free to improvise and create in whatever way you see fit to dream. after all, what good are walls if not to protect – in this case, your mind, your creative spirit, and your freedom to dream?
walls get a bad rep, imho.
walls ryhmes with balls… but I don’t know how to spell rhymes…. oh no wait, there it is… I just broke through a wall of sorts I guess, in my brain… I did know how to spell it all along. Funny how that is.
can hold you back or expand you space
choose
Walls don’t have to be the block to your creativity
walls are what you make of them
tear down the walls that are stopping you from being creative
you don’t have to listen to anyone else
the walls you’ve created can easily crumble
to defend against the pain, the I don’t want tos, the huge fear of greatness. I see walls around so many of us which we think is necessary to protect us from evil and hurt. Our hearts, love and alive
hoping that they won’t keep me in, hoping that I can still have walls around me when I’m older so that I have a home to call my own. Decorating the walls, making it more welcoming, why? People are what makes it welcome. These walls are too thin, but too thick simultaneously.
I’m sitting amongst 4 of them. They’re all kinda yellow, but 2 of them are vanilla ice cream yellow, and the other 2 are like a light straw color. Kinda calming walls for an office.
I didn’t have walls in my last office. Well, that’s not entirely true. I had cubicle walls.
Walls surround us. Easily seen. But what about the internal walls that no one sees? Sometimes we don’t even see those walls and those are the walls that need to be overcome.
On the other side is joy, confidence and new life
The walls in my apartment are old, dingey, and stained. But within that age, comes tales of lives lived, loves lost, and souls passed on. Who knows what tales of humanity have graced the spaces between these walls? Who knows indeed, but the walls.
The walls caved in. They closed around me. Suffocating. Unbarable. I lifted my arms trying to hold the world up. But instead. It all just crumbled. And I stood there with the pieces in my hands.
having something that keeps you safe, secure, away from the outside forces that could harm you. feeling that the world is closing in on you. feeling that walls are only one part of a home and that it is the people within the walls that make the home. home is where the heart is. these walls can’t keep me in.
bare and free, primal and receptive
brave and barren, wild and broken
bearers of light
bringers of dawn
painted and muffled
peaked and pawned
beseech-ed
Sometimes I just feel like I am hitting the same walls again and again until I finally learn the lesson sent to me.
So I decide to decorate all these walls with colors and art and words that will remind me later on that ive come a very long way…
Denial screams of its humanity hidden behind walls of helplessness.
The walls were brick, crumbly, had been painted and repainted many times over the years and thus showed various layers of grey-blue-slate-mauve-lavender-white-charcoal layers of paint. The walls were hung with manifold shapes of mirrors in gilt frames and curious art pieces.
surround me continually.
built by me to keep me safe but they only imprison me.
tear them down.
diving through the walls I have created to protect, leaping over the walls of conditioning, recognising those walls are not actually there except in my mind… oh what joy to acknowledge that!
stop joey makes me crazy in these walls. Walls are good. Like a home. I paint them. I don’t feel trapped, I feel safe. This would be more fun alone. But I am excited about this fun.
I want them down. Walls come down. I don’t want any walls at all. Walls block my vision. Walls make me think I’m not ok. Walls keep me in. I don’t want there to be any walls at all. I want to be free. I want my mind to be clear. I want the walls down. I want open fields of loneliness. Open fields of possibilities. Open fields of friends.
keep us from each other
built with negative thoughts and judgments
we tear them down
by telling the truth
to ourselves and each other
and what we have left is a life
without walls
connection
They are around me, closing in. White in some spots, stained in others. Nicks, show signs that I have been here. Walls to climb, walls to tear down. Walls for boundaries, which I never had. The way the keep the good out, bad in, bad in, good out.