#brickwall - Hello Poetry

Another brick wall I can't take anymore My life is a chore Watch me fall Another brick wall My head is throbbing My heart is sobbing My voices they call Another brick wall I'll just bleed No way to succeed Laying here in a sprawl

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May 15, 2016

May 15, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC

Pauline_Morris

Another Brick Wall

Another brick wall I can't take anymore My life is a chore Watch me fall Another brick wall My head is throbbing My heart is sobbing My voices they call Another brick wall I'll just bleed No way to succeed Laying here in a sprawl

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Another brick wall I can't take anymore My life is a chore Watch me fall Another brick wall My head is throbbing My heart is sobbing My voices they call Another brick wall I'll just bleed No way to succeed Laying here in a sprawl

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Mar 30, 2016

Mar 30, 2016 at 6:14 PM UTC

Pauline_Morris

Another Brick Wall

Another brick wall I can't take anymore My life is a chore Watch me fall Another brick wall My head is throbbing My heart is sobbing My voices they call Another brick wall I'll just bleed No way to succeed Laying here in a sprawl

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I can't I won't I should I will Won't Still don't Sat here, staggered Able to get up Able to run, to soar I didn't.

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Jun 18, 2015

Jun 18, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC

stupiddog

Today Tomorrow.

I can't I won't I should I will Won't Still don't Sat here, staggered Able to get up Able to run, to soar I didn't.

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Humans are brick walls putting up a front hard, yet not impossible, to break down but if one gets it down they've opened a whole new world

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Feb 28, 2015

Feb 28, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC

meg-howell

Metaphorically

Humans are brick walls putting up a front hard, yet not impossible, to break down but if one gets it down they've opened a whole new world

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After hitting a brick wall with your face Over And Over again After walking against a rubber band that refused to be broken (for 18 months) After wading through snow and sleet and humidity and fire and water and electricity and deserts and Edens and hells After rubbing dollar store ointment on the battle scars and scribbling pointless questions in your diary (asking if it was all worth it) tattooing the pointless answers to your forehead, wishing that you were more capable of deep thoughts When the dust settles When the roar of the engines have died When the ugly monsters stop rearing their heads When all of the hornets retreat You look down And realize that what you were overcoming all this time Was yourself.

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Sep 4, 2014

Sep 4, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC

kate-lyn

If You Don't Try, You've Already Failed

After hitting a brick wall with your face Over And Over again After walking against a rubber band that refused to be broken (for 18 months) After wading through snow and sleet and humidity and fire and water and electricity and deserts and Edens and hells After rubbing dollar store ointment on the battle scars and scribbling pointless questions in your diary (asking if it was all worth it) tattooing the pointless answers to your forehead, wishing that you were more capable of deep thoughts When the dust settles When the roar of the engines have died When the ugly monsters stop rearing their heads When all of the hornets retreat You look down And realize that what you were overcoming all this time Was yourself.

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You hear glass breaking, and think nothing of it. You hear a scream, a shout, and ignore it. Build a brick wall around myself, but you don’t question it. No longer smile or laugh, but do you ask why? All the signs are there, but you never notice. I want to be like a butterfly. You won’t break my wings, just because you try. I want to be like a butterfly. Emerge from my cocoon, ready to fly. I want to be like a butterfly. Laugh until I’m ready to cry. There will never be enough sky, to fill me up and take me down. I’ll always be ready, to be a butterfly.

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May 7, 2014

May 7, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC

elizabethl

Butterfly

You hear glass breaking, and think nothing of it. You hear a scream, a shout, and ignore it. Build a brick wall around myself, but you don’t question it. No longer smile or laugh, but do you ask why? All the signs are there, but you never notice. I want to be like a butterfly. You won’t break my wings, just because you try. I want to be like a butterfly. Emerge from my cocoon, ready to fly. I want to be like a butterfly. Laugh until I’m ready to cry. There will never be enough sky, to fill me up and take me down. I’ll always be ready, to be a butterfly.

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