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Nik Bland Dec 2019
You feel you are a stack of mortar and brick
I see you as a sailing ship
So funny how these things contradict
You think you’re still, I say you’re still moving

Shift with me, but standing against the waves
You’re not one for the newest craze
Traditional as you innovate
You and your wonderful “you-ness”

See each time you rise and fall
Ship to sea, not stagnant wall
Consistently moving, never to be stalled
Till your destination is reached

And until you sail again
FloydBrandon Nov 2019
Make way for the kids who eat bricks,
The wide eye black haired thugs and bandits,
The clay faced curb craving pavement tasters.

They came for the scenery
Stayed for the meal,
A delicacy of masonry fit for the teeth of rats and Kings,
Grave feeding snakes in the wasteland of the jungle of concrete halls,
Saving their graces for praying to masons,
Dreaming of eating their walls.

Make way for the kids who eat bricks,
The **** breeding cracks in the fabric of the streets of hard grass.
Appealing how they feel,
Statuesque in nature
but impossible to ****,
and if you
stabbed one
in the back
he would laugh,
and face you,
and say,
“Eat Bricks, Brutè.”
emrullah Nov 2019
the red bricks destroy the green woods
leave them alone
do not interfere
if you do
do not ask why it despises us
Tom Nov 2019
lay those bricks on the ground
protect what you hold dear
drown in the sound
so quiet you cannot hear

city birds they run free
from cages of metal and rising smoke
but my brothers next to me
take a breath only to choke

there is nothing we can do
but we can only try
say it over again till it rings true
'this city will never die'
My girl is currently stuck in HK and I am counting the days until she is with me again.
Daisy Ashcroft Jun 2019
I built these walls up,
Brick by brick,
When I was just a child.
They kept me safe,
They kept me sane,
They kept me from you.

I built these walls up,
Brick by brick,
Cementing them with the hate,
The pain,
The disgust
That you inflicted upon me.

I built these walls up,
Brick by brick,
Hoping they could shield my heart,
Hoping they could protect me from the world,
Hoping they could stop you.

I built these walls up,
Brick by brick,
A layer for each hour of loathing,
Each hour of self-hatred,
Each hour of torture,
That I barely endured.

I built these walls up,
Brick by brick,
To save me from the world.
To save the world from me.

But then you came,
On that motorcycle.
Speeding down my road
With coldness in your heart.

But then you came,
And tore these walls apart.
And I couldn't bear it;
You ripped them asunder with your bare fingers
Without even laying a hand on me.

But then you came,
And I saw your face,
And these walls
I had built up,
Brick by brick,
All those years ago,
Those walls came shattering down.
Chicken Sep 2019
Like a ton of bricks
Like a ton of bricks
I’m still here
I’ll still be here
To help clean up the mess
The debris of your shattered masks
The embers if your distress

You’ve still got the oldest book
The oldest book in the trick
The lie
The Maya
The swindle
And you hold it all in your hands

I’m still here
I’ll still be here
To help clean up the mess
The debris of your shattered masks
The embers of your distress

Like a ton of bricks
Like a ton of bricks
I’m still here
******* you off like a sub standard sunset
Not quite ‘good’ enough
Because you can’t seem to see
Not past yourself
Not past your mask
Not past the oldest book in the trick

And I’ll still be here
I’m still here
To help clean up the mess
The debris of your shattered masks
The embers of your distress
It hits me
Like a ton of bricks
Every single time

I’m not strong enough
To get back up

Brick by brick
I’m hit
Hugoose Feb 2019
Glowing Windows embedded into mouldy brick walls
Ivy climbing the gutters of neighbourhood roofs
Skies becoming burnt out like charred blackened fields

Tall spiny trees project shadows onto the road below
Leaves curl up to receive some weakening light from above
A formation of sputtering cars cling to each turn they decide to make
Cloudy milky light bounces off faulty windows that exhale the aroma of somebodies impending supper

A heavy truck manoeuvres itself into the blistered bitumen horizon
Dry deflated branches make obscene gestures towards passers-by
Gardeners rummage through their bags as they near the end of their working day
Their faces filled with an expired enthusiasm for breathing

Parked hunks of metal pelted with dead itchy leaves
Windscreen wipers hold fragile twigs down against grotty neglected glass
Chain-link fences link disparate housing and the sleeping people within
Some dispirited unsatisfied psychos gaze up as they catch a moving bus

Smoky Incense billows down from some apartment balcony
The air becomes cold and sharply fills these ordinary streets
Engine sounds try to supress the divine quietness
They only merge into it

Now the stars are out and about
Bright specks waddling in an aerial pool of dark blue
You turn the key and walk through the front door
Hopefully you enjoy this, I'm kinda strange about sharing what I write and I get rather shy but yeah enjoy, I'll stop talking now
Yenson Nov 2018
A senior monk and a junior monk were traveling together. At one point, they came to a river with a strong current. As the monks were preparing to cross the river, they saw a very young and beautiful woman also attempting to cross. The young woman asked if they could help her cross to the other side.

The two monks glanced at one another because they had taken vows not to touch a woman.

Then, without a word, the older monk picked up the woman, carried her across the river, placed her gently on the other side, and carried on his 

The younger monk couldn’t believe what had just happened. After rejoining his companion, he was speechless, and an hour passed without a word between them.

Two more hours passed, then three, finally the younger monk could contain himself any longer, and blurted out “As monks, we are not permitted a woman, how could you then carry that woman on your shoulders?”

The older monk looked at him and replied, “Brother, I set her down on the other side of the river, why are you still carrying her?”
holding onto resentments when the only person we are really hurting is ourselves.
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