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Malin Eriksen May 2016
One thousand memories yet not made,
One thousand steps yet not taken,
One thousand people yet not met,
Endless possibilities.

One thousand words yet not spoken,
One thousand stories yet not heard.
One story of love that is mine,
will you tell it when I am gone?
Poetic T May 2016
World upon soft steps grace upon,
musical nuances that glide under
breeze and foot. A melody of what
is felt delicately underfoot.

Temperament is listened to as
approaching all, words not needed
as the quill of footsteps sings it in
bursts of scalding chorus heard.

Nature whispers its harmony,
low humming themes fill the air,
like white noise not heard but
always played in breezes release.

The world is an orchestra of melody,
Just below where footsteps dance
everyday, where natures unison sings
upon creation listen hear it play.
Dangle Mar 2016
One step, you reached for my hand.
Two steps, you wiped my tears.
Three steps, you turned your back away from me.
Four heartbeats and you were gone.
Our steps didn't seem to synchronize, right?
Nameless Jan 2016
Moving through my head,
like I'm neck deep in mud.
eyes foggy & ears ringing,
losing feeling in my fingers...
'cause I'm gripping my head,
breathing air that's hot
--like fire
Did I close my eyes,
I never can tell.
trembling, I whisper important things.
~keep a hold of your head, PROTECT it~
I lower my head, my life, between my knees;
ragged puffs of air STING when they hit my legs
the floor drops, the mud gets thicker
'til I am encased in it,
in my head,
I'm stuck floating in this fuzzy sensation.

Somethings changed
& the space around me
is whisked away,  I fall
but only an inch or two.
dirt in my hair,
my body is now bare...
but I don't feel the need to cover myself.
My feet frozen,
but I stand, start to walk, then a little faster,
I run & all I hear is the sound of my feet
hitting the linoleum floor------
I know I'm in a narrow hall
even though I can't see.
Smell of disinfectant and stainless steel----
monitors beep and some flat line,
that's when I feel a breeze, more footsteps,
like mine but heavier, faster... w/more urgency.
I stop running, just before a door.
I see it only at the very edge of my vision,
it opens the moment I look away,
this room smells different
I take a step inside maybe two...
before I had the chance to close the door,
someone closes it for me...
I beat at the door 'til my hands bloodied------
I knew... but still I came... & the door never opened.
No real subject to this...
I kinda just turned off my brain and started writing.
Dawn of Lighten Jan 2016
Do not fear the unknown in front of you,
But explore it's essence!

For fear is a blockage of progress,
And stoppers of growth.

One does not learn to swim in a whim,
But free fall with courage knowing it might be the last,
And come out stronger soaring in the wind.

One can only stay in the maze to die,
But find refuge by exploring the wilderness.

For the liars play their soft lyre to sooth you from the truth,
Like Sirens charm their voices to men's demise.

Like Odysseus, be a nobody for the Cyclopes,
But come out as a victor of his kingdom!

For risking nothing will get you nothing,
But find courage to voyage to unknown,
And be a champion of unraveling!
The greatest fear shouldn't be getting lost in this world, but be fearful of living in confined comfort of your vault!
George Krokos Nov 2015
There are seven steps in the garden of life
which rise up to a higher ground
and anyone who makes it to that level
will experience things profound.
Each step is related to an inner plane
and is not what it seems to be;
being instead of higher consciousness
we can all reach and live more free.
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Written in 2014 and goes with a graphic art piece posted elsewhere on the internet.
Sanam ojha Nov 2015
I am running  to catch my own smile
That escape from the time  we separate
When my smile follow your steps
and you hide it under your feet !!!
Lahela Sep 2015
We created a new light between the both of us.
A life we talked about but never imagined would come so soon.

Everything will never be like the past again,
This is our first steps as people we've never been before...

And it's so **** scary,
And I've never been happier.
Steph Dionisio Aug 2015
Together, they built footprints on the
sand, mud, clay, floor
and even on each other's heart.
They took thousands of steps
to keep love running.
Then one of them stopped.
Perhaps,
tired
wearisome,
running became senseless.
They both knew,
it won't keep going.
As they separated ways,
one, took a hundred steps away.
While the other, for only one step away,
and still hoping for a familiar footprint to follow.


*-Steph Dionisio, August 24, 2015
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