Of course, the sidewalk glistened with melted snow. What you couldn’t see, not anymore, any way, as the years of rubber, of dirt, of blood and rain and tears that had fallen on it. Let the sidewalk never speak the sorrow it knows.
Ok so this thing is timed and I left the window open so I had to go and refresh and see what giberish i could spew before it ran out. Seems that I have very little to say when I have a timer registering the length I have to say it in. I don’t even know why I am doing this.
The sidewalk in front of our house is cracked. It also has a guys name in it. I wonder who he is, and what he did. Did he build our beautiful house? YOu can tell he was important, but I haven’t found any info on him.
Endless miles of concrete. A communal place for children and adults alike. To talk, to visit, to play, to race, to run, to fight, to love. Nothing special. Like any other concrete. But this has meaning.
Little girls playing hopscotch with their friends, skinned knees and colonies of ants in the cracks along the way. Warm from the sun’s heat, and covered in a rainbow of chalk dust.
there isn’t a sidewalk outside my apartment, or in fact on the street outside. i live in round rock, texas and there aren’t any sidewalks at all it seems. it makes getting around very difficult. i hope that guy gets elected, and we get sidewalks. argh, texas sucks sometimes.
As I walked down the sidewalk I started to think about all the other times I had done the same thing. All the different people. All the place I was going. Even the times I had used chalk to create a world when I was young.
Skipping along as the store front colors flap by mingled with words. The sounds are carnival music and I skip. The impending intersection full of cars , bicycles, trucks, still I skip
She stepped on her cigarette butt like she was squishing a bug into the sidewalk. She furiously stormed off, accidently leaving her purse at the bus stop.
she walked idly down the sidewalk, kicking at rocks and skipping over cracks. the sun was shining down on her, warming and browning her shoulders. brightly colored frocks decorated the windows of the shops she passed, exciting her
Sidewalk that winds down the hill, accompanying a lonely road that aimlessly wanders the hill; the sidewalk never gives up, always stays by the side of the road.
Blood seeped through
staining her jeans.
Breathing deeply she stood.
Slowly.
A little wobbly.
She leaned up against the cold brick of the building.
Looking down at her hands
bruised and bloodied.
The offending sidewalk showed no remorse.
One I was walking down the sidewalk. It has cracks in it like any sidewalk. I’m the kind of ocd person who can’t step on cracks with the same foot over and over again. Which means at some point I’ll end up looking like an idiot because I have to change my pace to walk on a crack with the other foot. I always notice it, even when i don’t.
i was walking on the side walk of the raod jus then i found two people on the same side walk talking about a sidewalk beside their house which was just opposite to the side walk on which they were sitting and this sidewalk parallel to the one on which i was walking
I was walking down the sidewalk when I ran into a big orange cat that seemed friendly enough I bend to pet it and it went beserk and scratched the hell out of my hand. I though should punt the little begger but then realized that it must have been abused and felt sorry for it I wanted to calm it down and give it a good home. How long is it going to take i thought Then again it might have a home
The sidewalk where I step every day, filled with cracks and wear. I watch my steps in the lazy afternoon, crossing the street, to the sidewalk, as it seems to point the way home. The concrete is warm, and holds me as well as the other students that pass. The sidewalk hold my steps as they echo and create the music as others pass.
It was the only thing Ronald saw as he walked onward to his destination. It wasn’t a place of family for him, nor was it a refuge. It was the only trip he ever made in his boring, out-of-date life. He was like a book that had been read to many times. He was no longer interesting. He was no longer the page-turner he once thought he was. No, now he was just a worn out, overstocked book. And the only think Ronald saw these days that changed or grew more interesting by the day was the sidewalk.
splat. the tuna fell from the window and the boy ducked, covered his mouth to cover the silent laughter shaking his shoulders, looking at the girl with a grin for her approval when all she can think about is why him? why am I sitting here with someone who throws things from windwos onto sidwalks when there is more.
fortau
exception
car
idiot
man
walker
catwalk
walkman
foreman
indian
side
square
shape
spoon
knife
calculation
interpret
face
facial
hair
nose
red
blue
gold
rainbow
she walked along the sidewalk. she was holding a red balloon. she tripped and scraped her knee on it. the blood left a little red spot on the sidewalk.
walking, running jogging all you see the people the animals the life of the world from the sidewalk. breath in the air take in the sight of the nature that exists all around from the sidewalk. say hello say goodbye allow not the time to fly.
i was walking along the sidewak, and the people around were rushing. They might not be the same aim with me, but we were on the same road, towards the same direction.
I was walking a few days ago. And I just noticed it. Sad and lonely. Everybody was stepping on it. What a shame we don’t think about it more often. We should appreciate more the simple things in our life. Like a …. sidewalk!
Walking on the sidewalk to the park when I was a little kid. I miss those days, without a care or a problem. I felt free as a bird. Now walking on sidewalk is much less exciting.
i look down and see the cracks in the sidewalk. The sidewalk i walked every night. The cracks I never allowed myself to step upon. I see the broken glass shimmer in the street lights leading to a place i’ve been a thousand times.
Sidewalks stretch out before me, and I’m thrumming my feet against the burning stone till the skin is raw and red. Maybe, if I go long enough, I’ll get a reward at the end. I keep thinking that’s what’s waiting. I’m still following the same path, even after the sun’s fallen away and snow has taken over.
sidewalk chalk is something i wish i had played with more as a child. i always envied the fun colors and bright designs other children made, but never me. I lived in a world of dirt roads where sidewalk chalk was unheard of.
walking on a never-ending sidewalk, i passed you riding your bicycle on the street. i couldn’t look away, but i didn’t know you saw my glance. you looked in my eyes, smiling and i started to melt. the aroma of your cologne lingering in the air.
The sidewalk, it seemed so long and endless, yet it was only half a mile long. This was going to be the hardest thing I’d ever done, telling him what’d really happened, it was all going to be way too much for this girl to handle.
Of course, the sidewalk glistened with melted snow. What you couldn’t see, not anymore, any way, as the years of rubber, of dirt, of blood and rain and tears that had fallen on it. Let the sidewalk never speak the sorrow it knows.
Ok so this thing is timed and I left the window open so I had to go and refresh and see what giberish i could spew before it ran out. Seems that I have very little to say when I have a timer registering the length I have to say it in. I don’t even know why I am doing this.
Moving under my feet, cracked and hot, I’ll sit down and sip my sweet tea and breathe deep.
The sidewalk in front of our house is cracked. It also has a guys name in it. I wonder who he is, and what he did. Did he build our beautiful house? YOu can tell he was important, but I haven’t found any info on him.
pavement; platform;pathway for pedestrians;always safe to use sidewalks;
Endless miles of concrete. A communal place for children and adults alike. To talk, to visit, to play, to race, to run, to fight, to love. Nothing special. Like any other concrete. But this has meaning.
Little girls playing hopscotch with their friends, skinned knees and colonies of ants in the cracks along the way. Warm from the sun’s heat, and covered in a rainbow of chalk dust.
there isn’t a sidewalk outside my apartment, or in fact on the street outside. i live in round rock, texas and there aren’t any sidewalks at all it seems. it makes getting around very difficult. i hope that guy gets elected, and we get sidewalks. argh, texas sucks sometimes.
poeple, rain, scarfs, umbrella, sunlight, pain, clouds, buildings, New York, sad, happy, lonely, more people, puddle,
As I walked down the sidewalk I started to think about all the other times I had done the same thing. All the different people. All the place I was going. Even the times I had used chalk to create a world when I was young.
Skipping along as the store front colors flap by mingled with words. The sounds are carnival music and I skip. The impending intersection full of cars , bicycles, trucks, still I skip
She stepped on her cigarette butt like she was squishing a bug into the sidewalk. She furiously stormed off, accidently leaving her purse at the bus stop.
she walked idly down the sidewalk, kicking at rocks and skipping over cracks. the sun was shining down on her, warming and browning her shoulders. brightly colored frocks decorated the windows of the shops she passed, exciting her
i can feel the sidewalk
ice chill through the soles
of my shoes.
it’s too cold to chain-smoke tonight.
but beside me,
you’re hot as breath.
Sidewalk that winds down the hill, accompanying a lonely road that aimlessly wanders the hill; the sidewalk never gives up, always stays by the side of the road.
Blood seeped through
staining her jeans.
Breathing deeply she stood.
Slowly.
A little wobbly.
She leaned up against the cold brick of the building.
Looking down at her hands
bruised and bloodied.
The offending sidewalk showed no remorse.
One I was walking down the sidewalk. It has cracks in it like any sidewalk. I’m the kind of ocd person who can’t step on cracks with the same foot over and over again. Which means at some point I’ll end up looking like an idiot because I have to change my pace to walk on a crack with the other foot. I always notice it, even when i don’t.
i was walking on the side walk of the raod jus then i found two people on the same side walk talking about a sidewalk beside their house which was just opposite to the side walk on which they were sitting and this sidewalk parallel to the one on which i was walking
the sidewalk
pavement
impact
hot, dry
wet, slick
homeless, dirty.
walking on sunshine.
I was walking down the sidewalk when I ran into a big orange cat that seemed friendly enough I bend to pet it and it went beserk and scratched the hell out of my hand. I though should punt the little begger but then realized that it must have been abused and felt sorry for it I wanted to calm it down and give it a good home. How long is it going to take i thought Then again it might have a home
The sidewalk where I step every day, filled with cracks and wear. I watch my steps in the lazy afternoon, crossing the street, to the sidewalk, as it seems to point the way home. The concrete is warm, and holds me as well as the other students that pass. The sidewalk hold my steps as they echo and create the music as others pass.
It was the only thing Ronald saw as he walked onward to his destination. It wasn’t a place of family for him, nor was it a refuge. It was the only trip he ever made in his boring, out-of-date life. He was like a book that had been read to many times. He was no longer interesting. He was no longer the page-turner he once thought he was. No, now he was just a worn out, overstocked book. And the only think Ronald saw these days that changed or grew more interesting by the day was the sidewalk.
on the side walk i walked with my dog and cat in tow. ’twas in a place like this that I met my first boyfriend when he caught me walking on the curb.
splat. the tuna fell from the window and the boy ducked, covered his mouth to cover the silent laughter shaking his shoulders, looking at the girl with a grin for her approval when all she can think about is why him? why am I sitting here with someone who throws things from windwos onto sidwalks when there is more.
fortau
exception
car
idiot
man
walker
catwalk
walkman
foreman
indian
side
square
shape
spoon
knife
calculation
interpret
face
facial
hair
nose
red
blue
gold
rainbow
she walked along the sidewalk. she was holding a red balloon. she tripped and scraped her knee on it. the blood left a little red spot on the sidewalk.
take a walk on the wild side of life wife knife butter yellow lemon cheesecake raspberry tort fork spoon lovers passion orange guava juicer.
As my head hit the pavement, I realized that drinking to the point where I couldn’t walk was not a good idea.
walking, running jogging all you see the people the animals the life of the world from the sidewalk. breath in the air take in the sight of the nature that exists all around from the sidewalk. say hello say goodbye allow not the time to fly.
i was walking along the sidewak, and the people around were rushing. They might not be the same aim with me, but we were on the same road, towards the same direction.
I was walking a few days ago. And I just noticed it. Sad and lonely. Everybody was stepping on it. What a shame we don’t think about it more often. We should appreciate more the simple things in our life. Like a …. sidewalk!
Walking on the sidewalk to the park when I was a little kid. I miss those days, without a care or a problem. I felt free as a bird. Now walking on sidewalk is much less exciting.
i look down and see the cracks in the sidewalk. The sidewalk i walked every night. The cracks I never allowed myself to step upon. I see the broken glass shimmer in the street lights leading to a place i’ve been a thousand times.
Sidewalks stretch out before me, and I’m thrumming my feet against the burning stone till the skin is raw and red. Maybe, if I go long enough, I’ll get a reward at the end. I keep thinking that’s what’s waiting. I’m still following the same path, even after the sun’s fallen away and snow has taken over.
Very often one word is all that’s needed to get a point accross. Words such as: love, hate, symapthise, They all depict such emotion.
sidewalk chalk is something i wish i had played with more as a child. i always envied the fun colors and bright designs other children made, but never me. I lived in a world of dirt roads where sidewalk chalk was unheard of.
walking on a never-ending sidewalk, i passed you riding your bicycle on the street. i couldn’t look away, but i didn’t know you saw my glance. you looked in my eyes, smiling and i started to melt. the aroma of your cologne lingering in the air.
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The sidewalk, it seemed so long and endless, yet it was only half a mile long. This was going to be the hardest thing I’d ever done, telling him what’d really happened, it was all going to be way too much for this girl to handle.
people falling down