Olliver Aug 2017
Walls keep us safe
They protect from things that try to hurt us.
They keep things out.
They keep people out.
The problem though, is that her walls
Protect others
But I crossed them.

People die
People live, and then they just die.
No stopping.
You just die.
The problem though, is that she has been dying since day one
But I'll gladly die with her.

The problem though, is that I can't.

O.N.
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Four walls bounce the echo
of my loneliness onto pages.
Line to line, so perfectly aligned
to the capacity of my heart,
these chambers inside became
more than human tonight.
Blatant fears converted to disappear
and relapsed into words,
augmented and rarely heard,
I've endured so much,
yet still, I can't make sentences
this dire, and I'm tired
of trying-
All feedback is welcome and appreciated
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Ozioma Ogbaji Apr 2015
On every side was a wall of mesh
And in the middle she sat in her chair of mesh
What is out there beyond these walls?
What if her visions of the world outside were false?
She was caged

She grew tired of her little house
She wondered if her wings were for something else
What if I could get on the other side?
What if my wings were made not to only beautify?
She wondered

One push and her mesh house gave way
She stepped out and was greeted by the sunrays
Then she slipped, for her house was high up in a tree
She was falling; this must be the end of me
She cried

Suddenly, she noticed others with wings like hers
Why weren't they falling, crying?
Then she saw why and so she spread her wings
And for the first time she flapped them
She flew

And so began a new life for her
The world she dreamed of was right before her
She found herself, she found her wings, she learned to fly
She lived her dream, she soared up high
She was free
Mariamme Jul 26
they say the walls talk:
four, of blank off white,
plaster & wallpaper plastered
with whispered conversations
the years peeling like paint
& if you're silent like me,
you could hear the pain behind
& the pretty words too.
lovers from twenty years ago-
hear the flowers in their mouths
petals of lust against the grain.
stifled crying in the corner,
shadowed still & dusty
with months of neglect.
the past finds it's fingerholds yet,
creeping back into our homes
as though we had never left,
& neither had the others.
so many things are said
in the silence of four blank walls,
soon to be covered by
pretty things that cannot mute
the remembering of pain.
26 july 2018
ponder Jun 2
These walls hears the cries of pain,
It's abundant everywhere you go,
They're tall hard brick that won't break,
Unless you knock them down with something strong,
They always stood up straight, they support your weight,
But they can't comfort you with words of strength.

- ponder
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