Wall Around My Heart

I've built this wall around my heart,
and slowly over time.
With every loss that I endure,
higher and higher it climbs.

A fortress shielding me from pain,
nobody can break through.
You met me at it's highest point,
this is so unfair to you.

My wall was built to hide the scars
not meant for you to see.
The memories of who I once was,
so innocent and free.

The hardened shell that I've become,
is all that you see now.
Afraid to let my guard come down,
do you dare to show me how.

Brick by brick
Stone by stone
If you tear it down
I won't be home

Are we more like one and the same,
both having been hurt too?
My armoured heart might just appear
all too familiar with you.

If you can comprehend the fear
of letting love begin.
Is it possible for you to use
these tools to break it in?

A chisel used to bare our souls,
ever gentle, piece by piece.
Carving out a brand new start,
old boundries soon will cease.

An axe to break away all doubt,
they slowly shall erase.
Crumbling all the lack of trust,
leaving only but a trace.

Brick by brick
Stone by stone
If you tear it down
I might be home

Have we damaged the foundation,
has the wall begun to shake?
Did we allow this change of balance
to give way for it to break?

The wall has started falling,
it's only now that we can breathe.
With our hearts so unprotected,
it's the love that we shall seize.

You have given me your trust
and so I shall do the same.
You have handed me the torch
to build a fire from it's flame.

Give in to this new life we seek,
face the fear and all the pain.
Knowing that deep down inside,
there is everything to gain.

Brick by brick
Stone by stone
If you tear it down
I will be home

Music makes pictures and often tells stories
All of it magic and all of it true
And all of the pictures and all of the stories
And all of the magic, the music, is you-John Denver

[This message was edited on 12-21-02 at 08:28 PM.]

Sentrawoods and Song bird,
Love truly is a thing that can break all barriers and "walls".. it's only when we open our hearts to it and shed our insecurities, that we realize what we've been missing. Good work, both of you - I couldn't make out who wrote which parts, but I did like this poem as a whole. Thank you for sharing!


--------Sanya--------

Do what you think and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.-Richard Bach

Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road, Which to discover we must travel too. - Omar Khayyam -Peace-

What a sad but beautiful collaboration, I agree it's hard to determine just who wrote what here because the whole thing flowed like a stream.... You both deserve a huge "Bravo" for this work!! Gem




The ink is black
The page is white
Together we learn to read and write
The child is black
The child is white
The whole world looks upon the sight
The beautiful sight

wow-this is beautiful-leaves me speechless
well done

i love this poem, it exuberates such feeling. Although i have found myself in that position befoe i could have never found the right words to describe how i felt. You've done it perfectly.

Thanks for sharing it with us

layla

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Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none

Speak when you're angry,
and you'll make the best speech you'll ever regret

If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?

We would like to thank everyone who stopped in to read our collaboration.This was done for personal reasons and for the chance to get to know each other better.Happy to say,..as well as it turned out,...both reasons were improved.

Special Thanks go out to;

Sanya-So glad you enjoyed this.Coming from one who writes very beautiful poems herself,..your liking our feels like an honor.

Gemini7tat-Thank you so much.This was hard to tell just who wrote what because when two people are in the same mind set,..and think so much alike,..things fit so well its hard to explain.Glad you liked.

Cyberlaol-We both thank our friend from the north.It's a pleasure to know you,...someday we can meet up for coffee and chat about different idea's.Thanks buddy

Lay27-When you just can't find the words,...someone around here tells it just the way we need to hear.So glad that we could put together something that would really touch a person.

And to everyone who stopped in,....Thanks again,

The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.-John Muir

darn! late again! But couldn't pass up a piece by 2 of my favorite writers on QL! Double the pleasure! Such a beautiful portrayal of learning to trust again, of daring to take a chance on love. The analogy of the bricks going up and the not being home, to maybe being home, to finally being home...wonderful! Thank you two for this lovely poem and I hope the personal reasons for writing this have turned out well for both of you!

"There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not" La Rochefoucauld

this has to be one of the greatest collaborations that I have read on this site. This is truly the Perfect Poem from two of my favorite writers. It is interesting when you get two moderators together...LOL

Rico
Gaven Gabrelle/ Julian Alexander
May 11. 2003- June 3, 2003


Raw, gutsy, and in-your-face. are words that have been used. To me they describe exactly what Rico is all about.
Don't ever change………comments from Songbird in the poem “ Walking Through Hell”


Rico-style

Unmatched - unsurpassed......Rhon831 from the poem My Fruit

Rico, I'm glad you enjoyed this! We did have fun that afternoon way back when. Talking over coffee, we thought to write a little something and low and behold,..here it is! Another bit of insight, at that time, neither one of us were Moderators. Might that have helped? It might have, less stress,...lol.

Thanks again my friend!

I didn't know you wrote Ken. Glad this was bumped and I could read it. Minus a few errors, I enjoyed it. Though it reminded me of sader days.

quote:

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Brick by brick
Stone by stone
If you tear it down
I might be home

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This was my fave.

"There may be something in what you say, Rabbit," Eeyore said at last. "I have been neglecting you. I must move about more. I must come and go."
"That's right, Eeyore. Drop in on any of us at anytime, when you feel like it."
"Thank you Rabbit. And if anyone says in a loud voice "Bother, it's Eeyore" I can drop out again."

I will say it again Sentra, your amazing. You and Song Bird have created a beautiful piece of writting. There are so many people who can relate to what this poem is saying. You both have my praise and you make a great team. Im love reading poems that touch a nerve in me, in a good way of course. I love it!

Sentra like i said before i wish that i could write half as good as you
You to Song Bird!
Awsome job guys!!

Feelings burried alive never die
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R.I.P
Ron j. Hazeman

pj, its seems like forever, so glad this part of the site is back up, and as always you have done a great job... bravo...

From the land of thinking this is

-- The Man of Logic --