My stride has slowly taken it’s number
it’s my strong opposite to the loudest thunder
I hand you patience
you want to fight.
fight
and fight
and fight
delight.
i look life in the eyes and i and i take comtrol of my destiny, my stride is consistent to the beating of my heart i look fearce but its only my burning desire to succeed i look hard but its only as a warning to my enemies, i never look down!
She watched him stride down the street; straight-backed, head erect on his wide shoulders, looking like a man on a mission. She had seen him a couple of times this week, and each time he seemed to be in a dreadful hurry.
I don’t think anyone else could garner as much activity in one stride as she did that day. Stopping traffic, setting trends, attracting drool, and envy and pride, stirring malice and then flinging a fine crafted satchel behind her, she met her end as a drunk drives smashed into her pretty young frame.
she strode down the street, her arms swaying at her side, hair blowing in the breeze. It was such a nice day, the sun was out. The sea swept side to side next to her as she walked down the boardwalk. Her mood was soaring, and she thought the day could only get better.
i want to take big strides in my life. like a giant human being walking all over the world. not literally, i just want to do big things. big things that help others. i want to take each stride with great care and concentration and i do not want to take advantage of any of them.
she wasn’t strolling, she was striding.
she wasn’t laughing, she was looking.
she never knew you, before this moment.
she held you, she took you.
together, you walked for miles.
She took it in stride. Long strides, as she stormed out of the house. She had seen enough to want to vomit, and she was done. He was obviously not worth it. In retrospect, she should have seen it coming- he had been acting strange. She wiped a tear from her eye. It wasn’t a tear. This was not pain. He was not worth it.
The strides I take are long and purposeful. I like to pretend I know where I’m going, but I rarely, if ever, have a route planned in my head. One day, feigned purpose will be replaced with legitimate purpose, and I wait with baited breath for that day to come.
He walked faster his daughter, lightly dragging on his arm, taking three steps for his one. she bobbed and jiggled to keep up for a while, then turned her rosy little face up to him and asked
“daddy? could you pwease get off the stilps?”
i like to stride down the block on my pink aston martin, bitches on the dick like their names are dolly parton. i stride in my seat, and i stride to the beat of my beat box bumpin, dear on the road left
Run run run, each stride moving you closer towards your goal. The light at the end of the tunnel. Run, run. I’m watching you. I’m the hunter ready for the kill. Run run. There’s no escape.
Well you stride down the street. When I think about striding I think about walking to a funky beat. Its sort of like strutting. Like there’s a disco soundrack in the background. Ah ah ah ah stayin aliiiiive…. starts to play in my head.
it seemed as though he floated into the calfateria, simply flowing by her down the mainstream towards his natural habitat where he sat with the other swamp creatures and feasted on onian grass.
Just take it all in stride. The pain. The abuse. The anger. The apathy. Eventually the tides will turn and you will be able to see the light of a brighter day. But until then … tread water in your fight to stay alive.
With one final stride, I stepped out of the shallows and onto water-logged, mossy earth — black ooze bleeding from the sponge beneath my toes like a butter-soaked English muffin.
He had a certain stride to his walk that made every girl at school drool. I didn’t understand it. It was just a walk, right? Yeah, try telling yourself that after you see him.
I took a stride today. A stride is a walk, a jog, a lonely wandering through the wilderness. Nothing compares to the time of striding. My mom hates it, but I love it. Almost as much as I love him
Stride means to walk confidently, quickly, with a bounce in your step. You are on top of the world, nothing will stop you or your mission. People will wonder what your secret is.
I always admired her stride. Long, powerful, graceful. She didn’t wear heels. She said it was because they hurt her feet, but I knew better; she didn’t need them. She could already “power-walk” like a beast.
It’s long. Both my stride and the gum, apparently. I am of a rather tall stature, and thus tend to walk more quickly than most people, much to their dismay. Also, it lasts quite a long time but I fail to realize it usually. The flavor still vanishes pretty quickly. Sort of like my footsteps. Or something.
as he said to her “there is someone else”, she tried to take it in stride. but she had already fallen too far for him. there was no turning back from the enormity of the situation. while there was someone else, she knew that she was the only one for him.
I always like to put a little bit of bounce into my stride, even if I feel like flopping onto the couch with a half-empty bag of potato chips with Full House playing in the background.
his brown shoes, laced with ivy and wire from the park out back step, one two one two over dirt covered squares of slate, purple and blue and grey – he strides forward until he reaches the door with no knob. the door with two broken panes of glass, behind which lies heaven – nothing and everything
You stride in and out of my life
tell me do you enjoy to see me smile through the look of pain
it’s hard to smile when I want to cry
so hug me taouch my waist that way
then walk away like it’s just the way
you do to everyone
Mr Stride was trouble. It followed him where ever he went, last night he was the reason the bar got destroyed. Last week he messed up a school. Tomorrow i hear he’s going to visit the government. Good on Mr Stride.
I don’t really have much of a stride. I guess what I mean by that is that there’s not much pride in my stride? Quite the boring gait, if that’s how it’s spelled.
My stride has slowly taken it’s number
it’s my strong opposite to the loudest thunder
I hand you patience
you want to fight.
fight
and fight
and fight
delight.
take it all in stride. you never know when you’ll be rewarded for level-headedness.
we stride to become better. weather it be intellectually, physically, or spiritually. these strides are ones towards greatness in which we aspire to.
The horses had settled down to a comfortable stride. After two hours chasing a fox they were exhausted and needed some water.
i look life in the eyes and i and i take comtrol of my destiny, my stride is consistent to the beating of my heart i look fearce but its only my burning desire to succeed i look hard but its only as a warning to my enemies, i never look down!
She watched him stride down the street; straight-backed, head erect on his wide shoulders, looking like a man on a mission. She had seen him a couple of times this week, and each time he seemed to be in a dreadful hurry.
I don’t think anyone else could garner as much activity in one stride as she did that day. Stopping traffic, setting trends, attracting drool, and envy and pride, stirring malice and then flinging a fine crafted satchel behind her, she met her end as a drunk drives smashed into her pretty young frame.
she strode down the street, her arms swaying at her side, hair blowing in the breeze. It was such a nice day, the sun was out. The sea swept side to side next to her as she walked down the boardwalk. Her mood was soaring, and she thought the day could only get better.
i want to take big strides in my life. like a giant human being walking all over the world. not literally, i just want to do big things. big things that help others. i want to take each stride with great care and concentration and i do not want to take advantage of any of them.
she wasn’t strolling, she was striding.
she wasn’t laughing, she was looking.
she never knew you, before this moment.
she held you, she took you.
together, you walked for miles.
She took it in stride. Long strides, as she stormed out of the house. She had seen enough to want to vomit, and she was done. He was obviously not worth it. In retrospect, she should have seen it coming- he had been acting strange. She wiped a tear from her eye. It wasn’t a tear. This was not pain. He was not worth it.
The strides I take are long and purposeful. I like to pretend I know where I’m going, but I rarely, if ever, have a route planned in my head. One day, feigned purpose will be replaced with legitimate purpose, and I wait with baited breath for that day to come.
He walked faster his daughter, lightly dragging on his arm, taking three steps for his one. she bobbed and jiggled to keep up for a while, then turned her rosy little face up to him and asked
“daddy? could you pwease get off the stilps?”
i like to stride down the block on my pink aston martin, bitches on the dick like their names are dolly parton. i stride in my seat, and i stride to the beat of my beat box bumpin, dear on the road left
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Run run run, each stride moving you closer towards your goal. The light at the end of the tunnel. Run, run. I’m watching you. I’m the hunter ready for the kill. Run run. There’s no escape.
long, purposeful, boots eating up the pavement with each swing, and the cooperation of muscle, nerve, bone, all in the swift stride forward, forward.
Well you stride down the street. When I think about striding I think about walking to a funky beat. Its sort of like strutting. Like there’s a disco soundrack in the background. Ah ah ah ah stayin aliiiiive…. starts to play in my head.
it seemed as though he floated into the calfateria, simply flowing by her down the mainstream towards his natural habitat where he sat with the other swamp creatures and feasted on onian grass.
Just take it all in stride. The pain. The abuse. The anger. The apathy. Eventually the tides will turn and you will be able to see the light of a brighter day. But until then … tread water in your fight to stay alive.
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With one final stride, I stepped out of the shallows and onto water-logged, mossy earth — black ooze bleeding from the sponge beneath my toes like a butter-soaked English muffin.
give me strength to fix my stride, to leave my limp behind and walk again in a rythm.
I took it in stride.
Stride.
The word that comes to mind.
When I think of
you.
You cruel, cruel bastard.
He had a certain stride to his walk that made every girl at school drool. I didn’t understand it. It was just a walk, right? Yeah, try telling yourself that after you see him.
stride confidently as you go into your life.
Music at your back always makes this work better, even if our strides don’t match up. You always slow up for me, and I will always try to catch up…
She moves like death down the halls, her heels clicking like a horseman’s hooves in no hurry to go anywhere at all.
the way that one walks, if say they are busy and they need to make it to a meeting. It is also a brand of gum although I’m not particular to it.
the only way to handle this is to take everything in stride.
I took a stride today. A stride is a walk, a jog, a lonely wandering through the wilderness. Nothing compares to the time of striding. My mom hates it, but I love it. Almost as much as I love him
I stride each day to be a cheerful and calm person.
Stride means to walk confidently, quickly, with a bounce in your step. You are on top of the world, nothing will stop you or your mission. People will wonder what your secret is.
I always admired her stride. Long, powerful, graceful. She didn’t wear heels. She said it was because they hurt her feet, but I knew better; she didn’t need them. She could already “power-walk” like a beast.
It’s long. Both my stride and the gum, apparently. I am of a rather tall stature, and thus tend to walk more quickly than most people, much to their dismay. Also, it lasts quite a long time but I fail to realize it usually. The flavor still vanishes pretty quickly. Sort of like my footsteps. Or something.
as he said to her “there is someone else”, she tried to take it in stride. but she had already fallen too far for him. there was no turning back from the enormity of the situation. while there was someone else, she knew that she was the only one for him.
I always like to put a little bit of bounce into my stride, even if I feel like flopping onto the couch with a half-empty bag of potato chips with Full House playing in the background.
his brown shoes, laced with ivy and wire from the park out back step, one two one two over dirt covered squares of slate, purple and blue and grey – he strides forward until he reaches the door with no knob. the door with two broken panes of glass, behind which lies heaven – nothing and everything
You stride in and out of my life
tell me do you enjoy to see me smile through the look of pain
it’s hard to smile when I want to cry
so hug me taouch my waist that way
then walk away like it’s just the way
you do to everyone
Mr Stride was trouble. It followed him where ever he went, last night he was the reason the bar got destroyed. Last week he messed up a school. Tomorrow i hear he’s going to visit the government. Good on Mr Stride.
I don’t really have much of a stride. I guess what I mean by that is that there’s not much pride in my stride? Quite the boring gait, if that’s how it’s spelled.