#barrier
there's something about walls
something about waking up
in the darkness
falling asleep on your back
and waking up on your side
still, in the darkness
and then you turn to your other side
to get off the bed
only to find a wall
where you're expecting air
expecting emptiness
not the sad kind
the spatial type
something about that
something devastating
upsetting
infuriating
frustrating
it's always something
there's already poetry in that
nothing i could write
to make it any more
that what it already is
i suppose that's the thing about walls
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 1:43 PM UTC
I have missed a lot of conversations
In the course of my life,
We are a two language house
And one of those owns my wife,
She barely speaks English
Nor I, her own lingo,
Our arguments are silent
We only glare like Dingo's.
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 2:08 PM UTC
The wall stood heavy,
It separated epos in the tale.
Cuts and stains; all around,
Didn't yield to the strongest gale.
They claim the walls were always there;
Before the initiation of time.
Though veiled, unknown, and silent still,
They shaped the lustrous dime.
The breaking of the wall began,
Harmony grew on both sides.
Then came the old guards
An agony of backward tides.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 3:20 AM UTC
I drew a barrier in the sand
A boundary
To my curious senses
A limit
To my driven desires
A lock
On my hopeful ambition
Oct 24, 2024
Oct 24, 2024 at 11:27 AM UTC
She tried to protect the small child inside, did everything she could. Acted like a wall for his words to bounce against, accepted the blame for a behavior which was not her own. Kept her chin up and took on a smile in front of the child, so that the child would not be harmed. In order for this to be successful, no one could know the reason this child was being protected. She constantly stood behind a barrier who kept her from reaching out, all this for the child. It took her a long time to see that these barriers where broken down long ago, matter of fact they might never been there. The child was no longer a child, it was only her. Only her and no one else in reach.
Sep 3, 2022
Sep 3, 2022 at 7:32 PM UTC
if the barrier suddenly opened up
what would appear in your view
would it be a cleansing for new times
or the continuing of unpleasant news
I would hope for a fresh and welcome world
where society all got along
go back to sanity and reason
and return when the nation was strong...
Brian Hill - 2020 # 302
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 4:05 PM UTC
Split pathways splayed on palms and face
Each line runs according to its own race
Deep, undefined or shifting aside
Inescapable writings on the walls
Nothing seems straightforward at all
On reviewing in hindsight
The circumstance of chance
How much space do we have to play
Was I supposed to be late
Another carrier of an attitudinal barrier
Loss of control often feels immeasurable
Despite conflicts of character
At times are we in charge of our own lives
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
I can sense your approach
but looking at you would be too painful.
Your eyes, your nose, your hands, your clothes;
never do I see them with a clear eye.
And I do not love you.
Your voice, your laugh, your talk;
I do not wish to hear it
but I always do, time and time again.
I cannot escape you, no matter how much I try.
But I cannot love you.
The things you say, the things you do,
what you like, what you hate,
your friends, your enemies.
I know them all, through and through.
But I must not love you.
A barrier, a fog, a wall,
they block me from you.
Once I talked to you with ease,
now the idea fills my head with sorrow.
So I may love you.
And I know, too, that this
will prevent you from knowing me.
You do not care about my looks or laugh.
You will not talk to me at all.
You shall not love me.
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 10:51 PM UTC
Your barrier is closing in
How far will you extend your measure
Your measure will be the limitation
Your ONLY obstacle
Brian Hill - 2019 # 307
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 5:04 PM UTC
With my words I weave a scene,
A flawless world that seems pristine.
Verdant trees and babbling brooks,
Lands from ancient story books.
It is in these worlds that I long to be,
Basking in blissful serenity.
Walls of paper blockade my way,
The ink-stained partitions seem to stay.
I wield my pen, my trusty blade,
As I carve a legacy page by page.
These places that I often scribe,
Evade me quite; I cannot lie.
Yet perhaps for a moment I may just pretend,
And weave my scenes until the end.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 9:10 PM UTC
my whole heart was not enough
for when he spoke to me
it wasn't a language that I could comprehend
he spoke to me like he spoke to a wall
a ghost, a doll, something that was not real
that was not alive
gibberish
nonsense
if he loved me then I would understand
any language, any dialect, any tone
because words of love can and will
bypass any barrier
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 6:36 PM UTC
Confined within for seventeen never-ending years
Greeted every morning by its hollow disgusting sneer
Cutting fingers trying to peel off the layers of this theater
Getting stabbed and kicked in the head again, death is near
Another day, lost in the space
Feeling more and more alien
Piercing the days like a warrior
Have my head cut off a thousand times
Another day, losing my own face
Smells more and more my carrion
Peering through this barrier
Have my body buried a thousand miles down the earth
Existence does not mean belongingness
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
Nothing. Idea...Nothing.
No words. Too many words. Not enough words.
Never enough words.
Lacking. Empty. Blank.
Lacking. Empty. Dull?
Bland. Uninteresting.
Blocked.
No Creativity.
No Talent.
No Motivation.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
An open door
Closed windows
Looking into the depths of my soul
Can I really see anything
Or am I blamed for something I did not do
Can you catch a glimpse of what is truly in my heart
In my soul I am kind and free
Please take what you can from this and live
Waves come crashing down to destroy where we stood
Can you ever forgive for something I did not do
How and what you expect from me is not always up to you
If only there was no barrier in communication
From heat I drip condensation
All those sensations you have our nice and all
Passion comes from the truth inside
Not physical sensation that puts you on roller coaster ride
So united we stand divided we fall
You did this
You just say I do it all
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC
have you ever
expressed your feelings
using a language
you barely know?
have you ever
spoken to someone
about the pain you’ve been
through pictures?
have you ever
wrote about
your happiness
using a marker on a sticky note?
have you ever felt like
no matter what you do,
it still feels like
the world doesn’t understand you?
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC
Over time you'd carved out space.
Your current eroding my toughest stone.
Gutting me for all to see.
For so long I'd forgotten what it was like to be without you,
But you put up dams and barriers, diverting your water;
and now, Colorado, you've dried up.
Sometimes it'd rain and I thought that you might return.
After so much time together we became synonymous.
How would I exist without you?
Now I know.
You may have cut deep into me.
Leaving your mark for all to see.
They still come for me, even when you're gone,
To look upon my beautiful layers and vibrant colors.
The pit you whittled out is vast but you could never fill what was.
I'm left with nothing but the dry, harsh heat.
Don't come back to this canyon.
There's no room.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC
Correcting lines,
Painting new stripes with clear coded markings,
Her curiosity is like an allergy to the heart,
Constantly craving to itch, but my reach is coming up short,
Torturing me with her innocent smile; a blushing cheek,
Eyes glowing in the direction of the teacher; an aspiring Jedi,
All I gave her was an answer,
A simple coat of honesty like armor to the Knight,
Abstractly patching together a robe of consistency,
She absorbs my words like a bubble attaching itself to another; becoming the giant,
An ever growing cloud of thought steaming fatter and fatter with the act of knowing,
I gush inside with the discovery of my own blemish to language,
My absent mind on autopilot as I glide into her turbulence,
Eyes completely stuck in this string of moments, one after the other,
I sit on my porch and wait for them to come home.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
There is a soft tune that
moves beneath your fingers
as they move over the pages
and words and worlds
that you will never see.
All the words of hope
that I whisper
to the you
who exists within these barriers
of skin, bones and sorrow.
I fear these words will be like the music
that doesn’t stop but fades,
dissolving into time and distance.
Like that music
it will pass from me to you,
from you to nothingness.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 4:43 AM UTC