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Elysia Sep 2017
Humans are always oh, so curious
their hunger for knowledge never subsides
and me— as a prime example of a human
pondered quietly in the dripping rain
“what if walls could talk?”

If walls could talk to me,
I would be able to run a news station
broadcasting blocks of news
across dozens of countries

I would release their haunting, beautiful, aching stories
to the public
for everyone to open their eyes
and understand each other
to relish in the aftertaste of candour
to comprehend history’s course
to apprehend our future’s course

to create peace

or would it lead to war?

If walls could talk to me,
would they lie and cast me out
to the world where I’ll be judged
for being crazy enough to believe
these walls
that literarily keep our walls up
are breaking mine down

But… if I don’t tell anyone about what I hear
will these walls haunt me
whispering nonsense and truth
until i see no line in between
driving me insane for belief

If walls could talk to me,
would they tell me the best things about history?
or would all the gore and unfortunate sacrifices
in their repertoire of sick realism
leak out their cracks into mine
demolishing my nature

i’d often forget that knowledge can make or break a person —

*so walls, if you hear me now
do not talk to me
do not tell me anything
do not let me know the secrets of life
for the sake of my sanity and yours.
A friend of mine gave a title to work with and I rolled with it. Hope you like it **
Stephen Rutledge Sep 2017
The solid wall,

Unscalable in height,
Impenetrable in might,

How that secure wall,
Encase this psyche,

And carefully constructed,
It be excessively rendered,
The masquerade of idealisation,

Albeit,
This wall ultimately conceal,
What torment persist,
Of ageing scars,
The heart still suffers
Enola Cabrera Sep 2017
You tore down my walls
Brick by brick
Wrapping me
In your love, compassion, tenderness
But then you left..
Forcing me to remember why it was up to begin with
Samantha Marie Aug 2017
I act tough
Say I'm heartless
When I'm just hurt
Saying I have no emotion
But I am overwhelmed with it
I say my soul is black
The past has rotted it to nothing
I build walls high enough to keep people out
But have trapped myself inside
Surrounded by the lies I've told to cover up
The fact that I am broken
Never believing the lies just living with the tragic truth
What's behind these walls will ruin anyone
10/14/2016
I keep people out in order to save them
But who will save me from the war in my mind
Nicole Aug 2017
My heart is dead
no, I don’t have one at all
every time I start to feel something
my mind constructs a new wall

No one can break through it
but so many have tried
and the closest voyager
may nearly have died

Poison soaks the bricks
like a rabid dog’s mouth
the uncontrollable leaking
kills many without a sound

If they passes the wall
and do not fall ill in return
the next obstacle will surely
end with them burned

A 10ft wall of flames
threatens those near with claws
reaching closer and closer
and scorching them raw

If those flames were extinguished
for a split second of distraction
they could trek one step closer
to the main attraction

After poison and flames
fail to protect my castle
the final test must work
to prevent total disaster

Cerulean seas splash against wood
and spans across the land like a highway
within the depths of the waters
lie the souls of the wounded that can’t fly away

Bones and shattered hearts
line the base of my security
with a step into the water
the next will be history

And yet only one has
made it to the center
Only one lover
could truly understand the endeavor

But, alas, as expected
she perished as well
A ***** trap triggered suddenly
launched her far out of my hell

So here I sit
Upon my throne
Safe from my feelings
But all alone
Arcassin B Aug 2017
By Arcassin Burnham

Did I ever get a chance to tell you sorry after our last meeting.
I was mad at the world for a reason because they gave up on me.
Staring at a wall for two hours , talking for two hours.
no time to comfort souls and their retreat to sorrow , bet it got sour.
Despise you , you , you , you,
but you hate, me , me , me ,me,
But everything about you , you , you , you,
Is based off greed , greed , green , green,
And I don't follow.
I disowned you , you , you , too.
to hear those lies , lies , lies , lies,
when you walk the door , door , door , door,
I see no fear , fear , fear , fear,
from you anymore , more , more , more,
I feel bad for you.
Doesn't have nothing to do with me , me , me , me.

Did you ever take the time to consider what I Wanted for myself.
darkness falls , and all you got is your pride and courage without a wealth.
And now I'm angry at myself for two hours , pacing for two hours.
I need my soul comforted for some love in the next hour.

Despise you , you , you , you,
but you hate, me , me , me ,me,
But everything about you , you , you , you,
Is based off greed , greed , green , green,
And I don't follow.
I disowned you , you , you , too.
to hear those lies , lies , lies , lies,
when you walk the door , door , door , door,
I see no fear , fear , fear , fear,
from you anymore , more , more , more,
I feel bad for you.
©abpoetry2017
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/08/darkness-falls-3-photo-by-sidney-kirsch.html
Megan H Aug 2017
The walls have never been taller,
But we are at war
Are you friend or foe?
Are you something more?
I only ask because-

The way your eyes shine
When you talk to me,
Fills me with a happiness I've never felt-
A sense of fullness-
A feast of butterflies.

The goofy smile you make
After you make a dumb joke,
Causes me to smile even harder-
But the laughter truly ensues,
When you laugh at my dumb jokes.

The ruffled hair look you have
When you've been working,
Makes me notice you even more.
A goofy smile on a good-looking guy
Another feast of butterflies.

So, tell me,
Are you friend or foe?
Because these tall walls
Are slowly coming down
Gabriel burnS Aug 2017
Don't keep this
hidden inside
behind the windows
beneath your eyelids

You shy away
from the flare
in my gaze,
the light bulb
in your room,
lit blindingly
between the
osseous walls
SQUID Aug 2017
Tomorrow is BLUE in
Possibilities,
One stretchy beat
P----u-s-h-e-s      o-u-t     w-a-l-l-s.
Donna Jul 2017
Painting walls pure white
My eyes began to water
I felt like a cloud
Paint always makes my eyes water and today had to paint walls with white emulsion :-)
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