Once I find an avenue that sods my existence;
there, I’m walled;
how I bash and lave through these troublesome ways
makes me the figure I emulate everyday.
Just because a wall stands tall in front of your rose-filled meadows, doesn’t mean you can’t beckon to reckon that you, too, are a wall.
Walled. as I told my 11 year old grandson, when he plays basketball, just go balls to the wall. otherwise known as walled. it’s very competitive. which I don’t always endorse. but I do. often. balls to the wall. Walled.
Rebecca
i often feel walled in. or maybe it’s weighed down? it’s mostly me, holding myself back. probably because i’m afraid of failing and losing my dreams.
The house is old, the paint slipping off the cracks in the wood and the glass jutting out of where the broken window hasn’t been entirely walled up. It looks like nobody has set foot in it in years, but there’s a boy sitting on the porch anyway. The boy pulls at his crop top absentmindedly as he stares at you with wide, unblinking eyes.
The ceiling was too close. The walls were too close. She had to leave. She tried to look calm as she stood and left, the choir singing away as if the song was not deeply personal to her life. He watched her slink against the back wall of the auditorium to the doors, swinging them quietly behind her. Should he follow?
The Walled is an usual specimen. It spends it days inside its burrow deep in the basement of those who are lonesome. The Walled wasn’t discovered until recently, about 21 years ago. This creature is unlike any other.
Erin Ferguson
Finally, we got off the train and believe it or not, it took a coin toss (of all things) for her to decide that we get off at this particular station. What made me worry a little was the less number of people who also got off the train along with us. I’m assuming this station wasn’t one of the main stops but rather one of those I’d like to call ‘link stops’ — stations that are ‘just there’ on just the right distance just to make one train station to another ‘less far’. Meanwhile, both of us had no clue where we are. But what caught our attention were these identical tall brick-walled facades every building has in this town.
We were walled in, not in the way you’d think. It wasn’t a tangible wall, but anyone could see it. But no one ever commented on it. The fact was, we were terrified. Traumatized to go near the outskirts of the city. And all of it was over a lie.
I was stuck in a high walled place
Thinking over things that I could not face
but then a voice said
Get out of your head
And I found an abundance of space
Steve O
You are walled in. Picture a large, empty, room. No. Make it bigger. There are exits, multiple, really. And they’re all open, every one of them. So why don’t you leave?
Senah Guynes
I’m good at disassociating.
While others stay trapped, walled up within their minds, I drift. My mind and body have been two separate entities for as long as I can recall. When life becomes too unpleasant, I have my escape.
At least momentarily.
I was walled in, an enclosure. The claustrophobia setting in making it harder to breathe and think. I tried not to scream or panic, but it was to no avail. The hysteria set in.
sheltered and protected from whatever is outside, then again also kept from what is outside. good or bad who knows
mishka
Fun exercise!
Sharon
I think of the walled city in Hong Kong where drug addicts and prostitutes were in abundance. I think about people being trapped inside a dark place, about gloom and doom. But, walled can also have a positive meaning. It can mean protection from hostile outside forces, from enemy combatants seeking to steal what I have and you don’t have.
Sharon
to be walled means that you are trapped. you are trapped inside four walls with no way of getting out. when you think of it you kind of feel hopeless and sad al together. you try but you can’t change it. it makes you want to burst out but you can’t because your are trapped
Saturday morning jumped out of bed and put on my best suit
Got in my car and raced like a jet, all the way to you
Knocked on your door with heart in my hand
To ask you a question
‘Cause I know that you’re an old fashioned man yeah yeah
Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? (Say yes, say yes)
‘Cause I need to know
You say I’ll never get your blessing till the day I die
Tough luck my friend but the answer is no!
Why you gotta be so rude?
Don’t you know I’m human too
Why you gotta be so rude
I’m gonna marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Yeah no matter what you say
(Marry that girl) And we’ll be a family
Why you gotta be so rude
I hate to do this, you leave no choice
I can’t live without her
Love me or hate me we will be boys
Standing at that alter
Or we will run away
To another galaxy you know
You know she’s in love with me
She will go anywhere I go
Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? (Say yes, say yes)
‘Cause I need to know
You say I’ll never get your blessing till the day I die
Tough luck my friend cause the answer’s still no!
Why you gotta be so rude?
Don’t you know I’m human too
Why you gotta be so rude
I’m gonna marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Yeah no matter what you say
(Marry that girl) And we’ll be a family
Why you gotta be so rude?
Rude
Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? (Say yes, say yes)
‘Cause I need to know
You say I’ll never get your blessing till the day I die
Tough luck my friend but no still means no!
Why you gotta be so rude?
Don’t you know I’m human too
Why you gotta be so rude
I’m gonna marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Yeah no matter what you say
(Marry that girl) And we’ll be a family
Why you gotta be so rude? (Yeah, oh)
Why you gotta be so rude? (Yeah)
Why you gotta be so rude?
lexi
walled — I’m not sure what that means, but I imagine it as a violent thing. Like saying: when I was a kid, my dad used to wall my mom harshly. I’m told that it isn’t quite a normal vocabulary attribution — and that it isn’t quite a normal childhood example — but i’m walled by the that kind of criticism, so I prefer to ignore it.
He stood outside the ruins of a walled city, destroyed during the First Wars. The species that lived there was long extinct.
Ghost
The walls are caving in, closing into you with each passing second. The room is going to swallow you whole, and you don’t know how to escape. It’s dark, the lights long shot out after the electricity exploded the bulb. Can you feel for the door in time? You keep trying, but it could be too late…
The section was walled off. It looked dangerous and intriguing at the same time. Layla, a young, spirited girl took a long, hard look at the wall and saw adventure concealed within its drab white color. She glanced furtively around her. There were people, of course, but for a Tuesday, traffic in the busy city was quite minimal. There were ladies lavishly dressed, clutching black and gray umbrellas in their gloved hands, showing off to all who passed by, men with slick, black and brown briefcases, dripping from the light rain. There were children dressed in muted red and black coats, grasping the hands of their mothers and fathers. They all ignored Layla, so she gave into her rising curiosity. She stood on the wobbly wooden platform, grabbed the jutting pieces of brick in the otherwise smooth, unyielding wall, and pulled herself up and over. She briefly sat on the top of the wall, surveyed the sad city, and pushed off, leaping down.
Walled. You realize that quintessential role you were growing to achieve has been forced into your hands. You’re gawky and you stutter and you hiccup after you drink too quickly or eat too much. The idea of being shoved onto the stage makes your palms sweat and you never knew how much you missed the obscurity, the protection of the wall, until now.
Disconnected from a cobblestone path, the small, quaint cottage had been quite literally walled off from the rest of the outside world. I did not know the code to open the gate, so I had to wait in the rain for it to be opened for me. As I walked across the driveway, water dripping down my brand new red blazer, I wondered whether or not seeing my agoraphobic great-aunt again would be worth it. Then I remembered her stories. They were always the reason why I came to visit.
Once I find an avenue that sods my existence;
there, I’m walled;
how I bash and lave through these troublesome ways
makes me the figure I emulate everyday.
Just because a wall stands tall in front of your rose-filled meadows, doesn’t mean you can’t beckon to reckon that you, too, are a wall.
She needed to get away, away from everything. So she ran to them, the people walled away from civilization. Anything to get away from them.
Walled. as I told my 11 year old grandson, when he plays basketball, just go balls to the wall. otherwise known as walled. it’s very competitive. which I don’t always endorse. but I do. often. balls to the wall. Walled.
i often feel walled in. or maybe it’s weighed down? it’s mostly me, holding myself back. probably because i’m afraid of failing and losing my dreams.
While arguing, my boyfriend pushed me and walled me into a corner.
The house is old, the paint slipping off the cracks in the wood and the glass jutting out of where the broken window hasn’t been entirely walled up. It looks like nobody has set foot in it in years, but there’s a boy sitting on the porch anyway. The boy pulls at his crop top absentmindedly as he stares at you with wide, unblinking eyes.
The ceiling was too close. The walls were too close. She had to leave. She tried to look calm as she stood and left, the choir singing away as if the song was not deeply personal to her life. He watched her slink against the back wall of the auditorium to the doors, swinging them quietly behind her. Should he follow?
The Walled is an usual specimen. It spends it days inside its burrow deep in the basement of those who are lonesome. The Walled wasn’t discovered until recently, about 21 years ago. This creature is unlike any other.
Finally, we got off the train and believe it or not, it took a coin toss (of all things) for her to decide that we get off at this particular station. What made me worry a little was the less number of people who also got off the train along with us. I’m assuming this station wasn’t one of the main stops but rather one of those I’d like to call ‘link stops’ — stations that are ‘just there’ on just the right distance just to make one train station to another ‘less far’. Meanwhile, both of us had no clue where we are. But what caught our attention were these identical tall brick-walled facades every building has in this town.
We were walled in, not in the way you’d think. It wasn’t a tangible wall, but anyone could see it. But no one ever commented on it. The fact was, we were terrified. Traumatized to go near the outskirts of the city. And all of it was over a lie.
I was stuck in a high walled place
Thinking over things that I could not face
but then a voice said
Get out of your head
And I found an abundance of space
You are walled in. Picture a large, empty, room. No. Make it bigger. There are exits, multiple, really. And they’re all open, every one of them. So why don’t you leave?
I’m good at disassociating.
While others stay trapped, walled up within their minds, I drift. My mind and body have been two separate entities for as long as I can recall. When life becomes too unpleasant, I have my escape.
At least momentarily.
I was walled in, an enclosure. The claustrophobia setting in making it harder to breathe and think. I tried not to scream or panic, but it was to no avail. The hysteria set in.
feeling constantly trapped, pressured, especially with the high expectations of my parents. I hate this feeling of being walled in.
sheltered and protected from whatever is outside, then again also kept from what is outside. good or bad who knows
Fun exercise!
I think of the walled city in Hong Kong where drug addicts and prostitutes were in abundance. I think about people being trapped inside a dark place, about gloom and doom. But, walled can also have a positive meaning. It can mean protection from hostile outside forces, from enemy combatants seeking to steal what I have and you don’t have.
to be walled means that you are trapped. you are trapped inside four walls with no way of getting out. when you think of it you kind of feel hopeless and sad al together. you try but you can’t change it. it makes you want to burst out but you can’t because your are trapped
Saturday morning jumped out of bed and put on my best suit
Got in my car and raced like a jet, all the way to you
Knocked on your door with heart in my hand
To ask you a question
‘Cause I know that you’re an old fashioned man yeah yeah
Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? (Say yes, say yes)
‘Cause I need to know
You say I’ll never get your blessing till the day I die
Tough luck my friend but the answer is no!
Why you gotta be so rude?
Don’t you know I’m human too
Why you gotta be so rude
I’m gonna marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Yeah no matter what you say
(Marry that girl) And we’ll be a family
Why you gotta be so rude
I hate to do this, you leave no choice
I can’t live without her
Love me or hate me we will be boys
Standing at that alter
Or we will run away
To another galaxy you know
You know she’s in love with me
She will go anywhere I go
Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? (Say yes, say yes)
‘Cause I need to know
You say I’ll never get your blessing till the day I die
Tough luck my friend cause the answer’s still no!
Why you gotta be so rude?
Don’t you know I’m human too
Why you gotta be so rude
I’m gonna marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Yeah no matter what you say
(Marry that girl) And we’ll be a family
Why you gotta be so rude?
Rude
Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? (Say yes, say yes)
‘Cause I need to know
You say I’ll never get your blessing till the day I die
Tough luck my friend but no still means no!
Why you gotta be so rude?
Don’t you know I’m human too
Why you gotta be so rude
I’m gonna marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Yeah no matter what you say
(Marry that girl) And we’ll be a family
Why you gotta be so rude? (Yeah, oh)
Why you gotta be so rude? (Yeah)
Why you gotta be so rude?
walled — I’m not sure what that means, but I imagine it as a violent thing. Like saying: when I was a kid, my dad used to wall my mom harshly. I’m told that it isn’t quite a normal vocabulary attribution — and that it isn’t quite a normal childhood example — but i’m walled by the that kind of criticism, so I prefer to ignore it.
He stood outside the ruins of a walled city, destroyed during the First Wars. The species that lived there was long extinct.
The walls are caving in, closing into you with each passing second. The room is going to swallow you whole, and you don’t know how to escape. It’s dark, the lights long shot out after the electricity exploded the bulb. Can you feel for the door in time? You keep trying, but it could be too late…
The section was walled off. It looked dangerous and intriguing at the same time. Layla, a young, spirited girl took a long, hard look at the wall and saw adventure concealed within its drab white color. She glanced furtively around her. There were people, of course, but for a Tuesday, traffic in the busy city was quite minimal. There were ladies lavishly dressed, clutching black and gray umbrellas in their gloved hands, showing off to all who passed by, men with slick, black and brown briefcases, dripping from the light rain. There were children dressed in muted red and black coats, grasping the hands of their mothers and fathers. They all ignored Layla, so she gave into her rising curiosity. She stood on the wobbly wooden platform, grabbed the jutting pieces of brick in the otherwise smooth, unyielding wall, and pulled herself up and over. She briefly sat on the top of the wall, surveyed the sad city, and pushed off, leaping down.
Walled. You realize that quintessential role you were growing to achieve has been forced into your hands. You’re gawky and you stutter and you hiccup after you drink too quickly or eat too much. The idea of being shoved onto the stage makes your palms sweat and you never knew how much you missed the obscurity, the protection of the wall, until now.
walled in the face by a wall.
Disconnected from a cobblestone path, the small, quaint cottage had been quite literally walled off from the rest of the outside world. I did not know the code to open the gate, so I had to wait in the rain for it to be opened for me. As I walked across the driveway, water dripping down my brand new red blazer, I wondered whether or not seeing my agoraphobic great-aunt again would be worth it. Then I remembered her stories. They were always the reason why I came to visit.