walls
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I get inspiration from these walls.
They speak, almost talk.
These magical walls are mauve.
How do you think I get inspiration from
They called her a writer.
A witch.
A Manipulator of words.
Etching them into corners,
Onto walls,
Abandoned buildings,
The walls that divide, are of color and of race,
In a world of brotherhood, they have no place.
Black and white, color has no worth,
We're all brothers and sisters at birth.
We all play under the same sky of blue,
Him. Me. Tranquility.
I feel safe but strange, it’s not my game.
My chest feels small
Tell me all your stories
of all the things you've seen
Tell me about your struggles
Tell me what they mean
Tell me about your past
And where you got your scars
Tell me about your walls
Don't let them in,
Don't let them in,
They will only break everything you are;
Don't let them in,
Dont let them in,
Cuz you would only pick up your pieces; (2x)
Do you know that feeling?
That terrible, awful feeling when you wake up and
Panic because you have no clue where you are?
Do you know what it’s like to wake up like that everyday for 10 days straight?
White walls.
His father died when he was 16
He never even told his father he loved him
The thought haunted his mind
Every day of each of the years to come
So he shut everyone out
He kept up his walls
Blood is redAnd tears are blueMixed, deep in her heartLies a purple bruiseI've spent way too longThinking of youSo much, that it's started to vanish
I was made in America.
My grandfather is a veteran.
My father black.
My mother white.
I am from a bloodline of freedom fighters.
I was packaged,
I would be lying if I told you
I didn't cry that awkward day.
The day you decided
that I wasn't the one.
I've told you before,
and I won't go back on my word.
We've been taught to hide behind prose So that no matter what the words say nobody truly knows What's going through our heads Ever hour until we finally turn in to our beds.
Tear down the wall
Sturdy and tall
Set firm with mortars that kept us in thrall
Blood dirt and steel
Flaming hot feel
If those walls could talk,
I know what they'd say;
It'd be no comfort to families,
Whose lights've gone away.
For when sky fades to black,
And blues turn to grays,
And gun's life-taking crack,
Walls around my heart,
Chains around my body
Keeping me stiff and without emotion
Keeping me from letting anyone in
These walls I built a mile high inside me
only my walls see my tears
and only my walls know my fears
i keep it all inside
except once...
when someone pried
i opened up and tried
but they hurt me so...
i nearly died
I’ve searched for you,
Through the smell of Hydrangeas we once saw blooming in the summer,
In the warmth where we took shelter inside each other’s embrace,
My love for you will never cease,
a blessing or a curse may be.
My withered heart will forever dream
despite the havoc memories wreak.
Pain is fading as the nights retreat,
Love strikes away the chains of fear
When I walk into a room
Of things unknown but longed for still
In the blink of an eye
I clip my wings and fly
To the burning orange rays
They say, "keep your friends close
But your enemies closer."
I ask, then, how do you know?
Who is your friend
And who is your foe?
One moment it's sunshine
And happiness and laughter.
Dear my Love, the walls have fallen,
The stones and mortar have given way.
Authorities have not yet told
If it were attack, or mere decay.
The resting village still lies in peace,
She doesnt know she poor, Even when life tells her in many ways Her refrigerator becomes empty. Whenever she is hungry she can't even find a whole meal. Her family barley has enough food to last them until they can get more.
No rhythm
No rhyme
Just me
And myself
Dark hands
Bright face
WIth a dim glow in the eyes
Worn out
By the challenge
Of living each day with a smile
Inside
Behind the hazel, she's just a lonely little one. Behind the hazel, she wants to the world to be gone. Behind the hazel, she's fighting everyday. Behind the hazel, she's scared in every way. Behind the hazel, she's slightly shattered.
“Free me”, she screams in his face.“No more.No more a moore.I am a river.I flow.I live and give
I hate these ballet shoes
Everyday marks another bruise
And as I dance with the pain, my brain is in flames, going insane
Working double time over what should be considered a war-crime
Behind the curtain
What I keep hidden
From your eyes and mind
Is strictly forbidden
Under the mask
What a clever disguise
One of my old poems:
My heart grows colder
My body grows harder
My hair grows longer
The days grow darker
Look back and find
I'm standing alone again
And I come to discover
I put up walls too high
Barricade myself inside
I run away and try to hide
But here's the secret
I want you to come in
See, the walls were made to crumble
The barricades to come down
You see that person,
you had a past,
you wish it didnt end that way.
You wish that it couldve last
but you realize you wouldve messed it up anyway.
But if there was another strike
I live in a time
Where people have many walls.
I also live in a time
Where people desire to overcome these walls
In any way possible.
They have walls of anger and spite
Inside their body and mind.
Being black shouldnt discriminate, unike any other.
Being brown shouldnt mean i have to drown in this society.
Being brown should enable me to get a crown,just like any other.
Being black shouldnt be a set back.
The width of a smile is proportionate
To the woman's disconsolate heart
I am not my reflection
I am not my reflection
I am not my reflection
And if I am not how I look to myself,
I’m sure as hell not how I look to you.
The walls of a former insitution
Make up the constitution
Of my school
Where its cool
To be utterly complacent
Completely adjacent
To anything that matters
I can't have empathy
Walls all around
Tears fall on the ground
Black is all i see
Fear wells up inside of me;
but there is always hope in view
A chance to start anew
Obstacles constanly stand in the way
Walls
built up
they block out
any glimpse of peace
friend or foe
i'll never
Know
Where
shines truth
in the scared
shrouded face of the
girl I used
They built these walls to protect me
At least that's what they said.
"Monsters, demons and darkness live
Beyond these high stone walls"
Entrigued I was by their small fact
I don't write because it's my passion, that I would touch millions of souls with my mind, I'm not dying for that to happened. I write because it's my reliever. the pen as it moves acrosss the paper helps me to alievate the pain I suffer.
These walls are clutteredwith the scribblingsof clumsy hands.Small fingers clench markerstoo big to hold tight enoughto articulate dreamstoo great to let go of.Us “grown ups” know nothing
That moment when you feel your life is in shambles.
No longer the elasticity left in you
to be the glue.
All that's left is to grab a hammer and join the crew.
Hack a way at the remains.
I wish you could see you as I see you,
So for a little bit, let me break through,
Through walls of stubborn mortar and hard brick,
I promise you I will be very quick.
We will never again label people like animals they said
We will never again let a government kill millions they said
But what about the immigrants I say
You know you’re a horrible person.
Your walls won’t let you forget.
Closing in, I’m sorry dear.
These are the things you don’t want to hear.
But walls have voices and ears to listen.
Sadistic you are
Weary is I
The battle has been won
Are you proud?
Is there enjoyment in pain,
pain that you have caused?
Do I deserve it, no
I see all of the flowers
When drought gives them pain
You help them by crying showers
Say you love them in the rain
I'm in drought because I'm lonely
What about me? Can you do the same?
Steinmen, Rosa, MLK
The preachers and poets, championing a new era
Heroes far beyond their years
Instilled with wisdom
They cried blood and sweat and tears and pain
And still they kept up the fight
