I already wrote about footsteps you silly website. Can I get a new word? Also can I get a what what? I don’t know what the point of a what what is… but I still want one. So come on y’all! Gimme gimme more
footsteps is a combined word from foot that is a part of my body and steps – some motion thta i do when i walk . sometimes we can here footspet really do we? or we can see them on the floor
they trod
but don’t know what it’s like to
float above all the troddenness
the rotteness of the earth.
this is something we can’t leave the worms to,
it’s a mess that will strangle us all
and bring us back down
Everywhere. They’re everywhere. Coming up the road, down the road. You know, I don’t even hear the cars any more. It’s all tap tap tap stop shuffle to face the bus sign. Hell, I can even hear the birds. Pigeons and jackdaws and that cat over there oh I don’t know. Stop, why can’t it stop? Why can’t they go away? it’s loud, it’s too loud, there’re people over the place and why don’t they stop?
Then a bell rings and it all goes quiet, and the street seems to quiver in the ringing as a hundred feet stop and turn to face the noise.
Fuck fuck fuck and I made this happen.
There are footsteps in the sand , there footsteps of deer in the forest ,there are footsteps from where hunters have been walking so there hunting grounds, you don’t see footsteps on concrete, you see footsteps in the mud
A distant hope for some comfort –
even just the sound of your footsteps
climbing up the stairs of the front porch.
You’d tell me how the day went
and how good it feels to be home
as if you never left.
I walk slowly,
I kiss the earth with each footstep.
The Miracle is all around us and it is my lover
All grounds are sacred when I’m deeply present.
Every sight is sacred when I see with the eyes of my eyes.
A crackhouse with broken windows and a sunken roof
Is as precious and glows with as much of the divine as the Taj Mahal
The a dying city in the rust belt of Ohio on a dark winter day
Is a beautiful as the royal gardens of Paris in full bloom at sunset in early summer.
They are all around me, everywhere I go I can hear you. You’re headed in the direction of your inner voice. Guiding you like little seeds planted along a path. I believe it. Do you? One day you will know that this is exactly where you need to be. Those footsteps are your angels. Listen.
I wipe the sweat from my eyes. IT drips from under my helmet. the quarterback calls the play, a short pass to the wide-out, also known as me. the ball is snapped, bodies slam together, one side trying to get the QB the other trying to protect him. I take off, running past the guy trying to cover me, the ball hits my diamond and I pull it down. I keep running praying my guys keep their blocks up. All of a sudden i hear them. Footsteps. Close to me. Pounding, rhythmic, getting closer. I push myself harder, the footsteps get louder, closer. the endzone is close but they are closer.I wait for the shock of the hit but push harder. As I get to the endzone and look around, there was no one nearby. The footsteps were my own.
Footsteps in the sand.. you can make your mark but it won’t last. For a second it’s your beach then the next wave comes along and it again belongs to the ocean
Flap,Flap,Flap. She’s coming. Hurry and hide everything. Clean up the room as fast as you can. Shove all your clothes into the closet. Living Room. She’s almost here. Only two seconds left. Jump in bed and pretend to be sleep. *bust door open* Jessica! Keep pretending, Maybe She’ll leave. Closes Door. Footsteps. Flap,Flap,Flap
There are 3 people in band that wear Jordans, they are democrats (get it, DAB?). Can you march in Jordans? I don’t know. Footsteps in da sand. That reminds me of the Bahamas this summer. Fun. Time is almost up. Woo.
Marching on the field. Cadence is the only sound we hear. Cheers fill the stadium. Band, Are you ready? Yes we are. Music starts playing. Marching across the field seeing the footsteps on the green grass.
How many footsteps do we take in one day? We walk all over the place and so much happens during each step. This also makes me think of tip-toeing in my Jordans.
She heard footsteps in the hallway. She knew she didn’t have much time. She hid in the closet covering her mouth as he stepped into her room. She tried not to scream or cry. Then he snatched open the closet door.
Tip toe, by the window, through the tuleps… I can’t remember the rest of the lyrics. I have to retrace my footsteps fairly often because I lose my flash drive all the time. That’s the only thing I ever lose.
fotsteps. big or small, you must take them. whether you know where you’re going or not, you must take them. if they lead you away from friends and family, or if THEIR footsteps lead them away from you, you must take those that are for you. other footsteps will meet yours and enrich your life. just take the first footsteps, no matter how fast or slow you go. take them.
It was absolutely unfathomable that you could hear the footsteps of yourself while experiencing the wonders of the Universe in your own head. But it is possible. You just have to try.
Following in my mothers footsteps isn’t what I want to do. I want to be my own person, my own thing. I don’t want to be like anyone else; I want to make my own path, my own footsteps.
I already wrote about footsteps you silly website. Can I get a new word? Also can I get a what what? I don’t know what the point of a what what is… but I still want one. So come on y’all! Gimme gimme more
footsteps means, well foot steps there sometimes is footsteps in the sand
silent, fast, approaching, receding, who is it? they are passing, not stopping, going to someplace I can’t go……….yet
footsteps is a combined word from foot that is a part of my body and steps – some motion thta i do when i walk . sometimes we can here footspet really do we? or we can see them on the floor
they trod
but don’t know what it’s like to
float above all the troddenness
the rotteness of the earth.
this is something we can’t leave the worms to,
it’s a mess that will strangle us all
and bring us back down
Tiny. Soft. Slow.
I can hear them creeping down the hall as the tv screen flashes its light against the walls, beaconing them forward.
Everywhere. They’re everywhere. Coming up the road, down the road. You know, I don’t even hear the cars any more. It’s all tap tap tap stop shuffle to face the bus sign. Hell, I can even hear the birds. Pigeons and jackdaws and that cat over there oh I don’t know. Stop, why can’t it stop? Why can’t they go away? it’s loud, it’s too loud, there’re people over the place and why don’t they stop?
Then a bell rings and it all goes quiet, and the street seems to quiver in the ringing as a hundred feet stop and turn to face the noise.
Fuck fuck fuck and I made this happen.
There are footsteps in the sand , there footsteps of deer in the forest ,there are footsteps from where hunters have been walking so there hunting grounds, you don’t see footsteps on concrete, you see footsteps in the mud
A distant hope for some comfort –
even just the sound of your footsteps
climbing up the stairs of the front porch.
You’d tell me how the day went
and how good it feels to be home
as if you never left.
I walk slowly,
I kiss the earth with each footstep.
The Miracle is all around us and it is my lover
All grounds are sacred when I’m deeply present.
Every sight is sacred when I see with the eyes of my eyes.
A crackhouse with broken windows and a sunken roof
Is as precious and glows with as much of the divine as the Taj Mahal
The a dying city in the rust belt of Ohio on a dark winter day
Is a beautiful as the royal gardens of Paris in full bloom at sunset in early summer.
They are all around me, everywhere I go I can hear you. You’re headed in the direction of your inner voice. Guiding you like little seeds planted along a path. I believe it. Do you? One day you will know that this is exactly where you need to be. Those footsteps are your angels. Listen.
I walk softly down the footsteps trying not to make a sound, knowing that if they heard I would be dead meat.
She doesn’t want to eat her dinner
“too spicy”
He’s a good little brother –
shovels it all in his mouth when
he doesn’t know I am near
My eyes lovingly following
his footsteps in his
guilty mad dash.
I wipe the sweat from my eyes. IT drips from under my helmet. the quarterback calls the play, a short pass to the wide-out, also known as me. the ball is snapped, bodies slam together, one side trying to get the QB the other trying to protect him. I take off, running past the guy trying to cover me, the ball hits my diamond and I pull it down. I keep running praying my guys keep their blocks up. All of a sudden i hear them. Footsteps. Close to me. Pounding, rhythmic, getting closer. I push myself harder, the footsteps get louder, closer. the endzone is close but they are closer.I wait for the shock of the hit but push harder. As I get to the endzone and look around, there was no one nearby. The footsteps were my own.
You stood in your footsteps like fossils ever since your birth. Blood flow stagnant; never too elegant.
Footsteps in the sand.. you can make your mark but it won’t last. For a second it’s your beach then the next wave comes along and it again belongs to the ocean
I hear footsteps. In the darkness. They are coming for me. I am paralyzed with fear. I look towards the door. My heart thumps. Faster. Faster.
Boo.
I heard what sounded like human footsteps coming down the hallway, and I was the only one home. It was just my cat.
“tip toein in my jawdinnsss” “tip toe by the window” thats the only thing I can think of *inserts eekk emoji*
Dont you hate when you leave foot prints in the sand at the beach and the sand burns the mess out of your feet?
Lying in bed she heard footsteps outside her window. Knowing they were not human, smiling, she began counting how many deer walked by.
Flap,Flap,Flap. She’s coming. Hurry and hide everything. Clean up the room as fast as you can. Shove all your clothes into the closet. Living Room. She’s almost here. Only two seconds left. Jump in bed and pretend to be sleep. *bust door open* Jessica! Keep pretending, Maybe She’ll leave. Closes Door. Footsteps. Flap,Flap,Flap
There are 3 people in band that wear Jordans, they are democrats (get it, DAB?). Can you march in Jordans? I don’t know. Footsteps in da sand. That reminds me of the Bahamas this summer. Fun. Time is almost up. Woo.
two step. two step. tip toeing in my jordons. walk it out. cupid shuffle. stop the yard.
Follow in the Lord’s footsteps and you will be guided the right way in life.
Footsteps are lurking through the darkness.
I like being able to hear who is coming down the hallway by the sound of their footsteps.
Marching on the field. Cadence is the only sound we hear. Cheers fill the stadium. Band, Are you ready? Yes we are. Music starts playing. Marching across the field seeing the footsteps on the green grass.
How many footsteps do we take in one day? We walk all over the place and so much happens during each step. This also makes me think of tip-toeing in my Jordans.
She heard footsteps in the hallway. She knew she didn’t have much time. She hid in the closet covering her mouth as he stepped into her room. She tried not to scream or cry. Then he snatched open the closet door.
I can hear the sound of footsteps from the ceiling above me. They are getting increasingly louder as I reach the tulips… What is that?
I hear the footsteps behind me. How creepy. I can’t believe they are still stalking me.
hey
i take life footstep by footstep.
Tip toe, by the window, through the tuleps… I can’t remember the rest of the lyrics. I have to retrace my footsteps fairly often because I lose my flash drive all the time. That’s the only thing I ever lose.
as they slowly walk across the beach theri footstep is their till the water comes up and ereasses it.
My footsteps are in the sand.
fotsteps. big or small, you must take them. whether you know where you’re going or not, you must take them. if they lead you away from friends and family, or if THEIR footsteps lead them away from you, you must take those that are for you. other footsteps will meet yours and enrich your life. just take the first footsteps, no matter how fast or slow you go. take them.
It was absolutely unfathomable that you could hear the footsteps of yourself while experiencing the wonders of the Universe in your own head. But it is possible. You just have to try.
Following in my mothers footsteps isn’t what I want to do. I want to be my own person, my own thing. I don’t want to be like anyone else; I want to make my own path, my own footsteps.