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AE Sep 2018
Bricks and bricks of people that come to pass
From hypocrite friends to **** teachers in class
And countless words that tear me apart
And that special day that vaporized my heart.

I sit on a chair behind my Wall
Built none other than the one who seen it all
And now I have nothing else left to see
So should I swing the knotted rope over the tree?

Just before the final brick is in place
I see a fleeting glance; a somewhat familiar face
What was it that made me pull the brick out?
Who dared to rescue me from where I could not shout?

The isolation that ate me alive for breakfast every day
Piled high in stacks that were left on my shoulders to lay
And yet even after disappearing from the town
It is finally time to have them all crashing down.

Let me tear down my ****** brick Wall.
Let me see each and every tattered regret fall.
Let me live and breathe the outside world air
Let me start all over without a single thought or care.
Make bridges, not walls.
Amy Duckworth Sep 2018
Lies are used to Build Walls
Lies are used to Barcade our true selves in.
Lies are used to Hide what we think is wrong
Lies are used to Build a fase world that encases us and destroys our humanity.
Blake Sep 2018
They tell me to write what I know
But they also tell me to write the truth
so I think I'll write what I know to be true
Though that list is quite long so I'll start with a few
I know that the sun shines always, even when we can’t see it
I know that growing up is scary, and there’s no way I can flee it
I know that sometimes people leave
I know that it makes you feel like it’s your fault,
Like you could’ve done something.
I know that you will sit alone and start to wonder why
I know that it’s important you learn, that’s its okay to cry.
I know that you’ll build up walls, way too high to climb
I know people would break them down, if you will let them try.
I know that you’ll be scared to love, even just a friend
I know you will think they’ll leave, and leave you alone again.
But I know that there are good people out there
I know you’ll let them in
And when you let your walls come down
Your life will then begin
I’ve come across hundreds of people, and almost all of them have let me down. But 4 of them will forever have the key to the secret door, in the walls around my heart.
Amanda Kay Burke Sep 2018
I have been putting
Up walls faster than you can
Demolish the bricks
The reason people are lonely is because too many of us build walls instead of bridges
Amanda Kay Burke Sep 2018
What are you running away from?
Some secret buried deep?
You doubt your talent and abilities,
Dreams you don't bother to keep.

Can't face answers to questions,
You resort to the place in your mind,
Where life is always happy and good,
A fantasy you repeat and rewind.

You were not born a deceiver,
Tragedy has made you that way,
After years suffering alone,
Learned to hide demons away.

Now they follow everywhere,
Eyes dizzy from keeping track,
Bullet holes in your beauty,
In your heart, on your back.

Waking up though we don't want to,
Walls mock what you have become,
Inside prison you chose to inhabit,
What are you running away from?
Too many people go through life running from something that isn't chasing them
sarah Sep 2018
Behind these walls
I’m forever stuck
I have no home;
I’m out of luck.
Behind these walls
I'm all alone
I can't escape;
I'm on my own.
Shower me with gas,
  Starve me of food;
Derive me of love
Make me feel used
That's okay
For I have hope,
I am alive;
I will go home.
I'll see the drops of dew
I’ll find the snow,
Like a soft, white blanket
In the moonlight’s glow
Of a streetlight from afar
Lighting up the lane
I will be there
Out of this cage.
But behind these walls
Here I stand
Without any windows.
I  imagine what I can.
One day I will experience
A light winter rain;
Sunlight in the summer,
And no scratchy chains.
I know I’m dreaming;
But I do not fear it,
For nothing you do to me
Can ever **** my spirit.
a poem i wrote about concentration camps in 6th grade
Hold tight to hope's embrace,
   wait...

I've heard this line before.

   This corridor I've walked along before,
I walk along once more.

Breathlessly tracing my fingertips along the walls as I stroll through the halls,
  
   Feel the infinitesimal imperfections,
akin to the ones in my mind.

Mind the gap.

Ahead here,
   is a dead end.

the point I cannot see past.

what,
What is behind my wall?

~Robert van Lingen
Andrew Rueter Jun 2018
My face blue
I race through
A misplaced zoo
Where disgrace grew
Into a mistake stew
Like the River Styx
Where people mix
Into a wall of bricks
That makes me sick

They steal my serenity
But when I look ahead of me
I see that I'll need them
To experience freedom
So I amass suitors
But I don't see them as sons or daughters
I see them as polluters
I see them as pirates and marauders

They see love as a doorway
To their own complacency
In order to see me more days
They take away my agency
Instead of aiding me
They start grading me
No longer elating me
They start deflating me

I shoot a missile
Of dismissal
Into the barricade
Of the bed I made
And keep sailing on
By flailing on
The floor
Begging for more

More people
More walls
Another sequel
Another fall
I have erected a maze
Where I've elected to graze
Deflecting their gaze
To enjoy wandering days

I experience happiness
Without their craftiness
But I begin to get lonely
My mouth starts foaming
I search to find ramparts
That can't part
Where landsharks
Eat the parked

Stuck searching
Perpetually perching
On the ledge
Of the wedge
Between myself and others
Looking for cover
I built protective walls
That became too tall
Nyx Aug 2018
I feel a sadness within me
Tears forming within my eyes
Brimming with a glistening look
As my mind begins to pry

Concealed within the walls of my heart
The Barricade which guards my soul
Carved into each and every stone
The things that make me whole

Broken pieces which have fallen apart
Crumbling and breaking
Though cold and Black is the outer appearance
The Other side isn't worth forsaking

Inner side is painted with colour
Vibrant, Alluring so wonderful and clear
Through beautiful are the artworks laid  out
Its what's hidden within them that makes them so dear

Not everything of my heart is beautiful and clean
A great deal more of its dark and corrupt
Stirring with anger raging within my soul
Its what stands behind that which causes it to erupt

Within the volts of doors
And walls built to the skies
Its right at the center
The lonely girl cries

Locked beneath it all
Covered in chains
I keep her caged in there
She must b restrained

Otherwise my mind would run wild
Fueled purely by emotion
Running everything I've built
In a desperate plea of devotion

The outer world isn't something
I want her to see
As its not as beautiful
As the picture books make it out to be

So deep within me
She sits and she cries
Waiting for the day
Where she finally can die
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