#footsteps
If I turned to you
With the moon and stars
In my eyes
Would you look back at me
With the inky night sky?
If I chased the sun
With a burning pride
Would you follow
Right behind?
If I made the trek
Up to mountainous
Peaks
Would you stay at the bottom
Or
Come with me?
If I walked down
a different
Path
Than you’ll take
Would you follow
Or stray away?
Would you
Stray
Away?
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 6:44 AM UTC
I still remember
your footsteps beside me,
whispering on the asphalt,
in the rain,
in the hollow of dark nights,
beneath the weary glow
of city lamp poles,
upon the trembling wet pavement.
Now you have left
the rain,
the light,
and me.
Yet still I walk
through the same aching air,
the same silver rain,
the same empty streets.
Each drop that falls
is a soft echo
of your vanished footfall,
each puddle
a mirror to a memory
I cannot outrun.
O rain,
why can you wash the world clean,
but never wash
her footsteps
away from my life?
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC
Upon the gate
Words inscribed
"TRESPASSERS BEWARE"
Behind me mist recedes
Steep cliff revealed
At the brink I tense
My footsteps echo as
The gate looms larger
Damp black rocks under
Hits me the tortured's howls
As I step across the threshold
Legs steady, eyes set
Dense fog obscuring
Flame and body
The torch flickers
A winding path I follow
Patient and unwavering
With sword unsheathed
Cold wind announces my destination
Before me the chasm yawns
From my hands the flickering torch
Fell boucing down jagged rocks
I grasp the hilt of my sword
Light refracting off the blade
I hold it outward through the fog
Its light dimming by the minute
And await the terrors to come
Rumbling from the distance
The gate crashes down
Darkness falls upon this realm
The chilly wind picking up
All sounds coming to a halt
I close my eyes
Steps unsteady as I pick my way
Not knowing how many
Gasping I pull my feet back
As it touched empty space
Then tentatively I inch
Forward with a heavy breath
Until I stop at the very brink
For a minute staying still yet
With a lurch I slip into the chasm
Cloak billowing above me I
Flail around in a frenzy
I feel the cool hilt still and
Point the sword downwards
Taking a deep breath and
Bracing for the impact
Jul 25, 2024
Jul 25, 2024 at 7:37 PM UTC
I'm sorry I'm so much like you
that you want to live through me
my alabaster features
from the same old block chipped
spitting of your image
if images could spit
I'm sorry I'm so much like you
because I wanted to be me
experience days, months, years
not a predestined journey
with footsteps I should follow
treading in your expectations
so that one day when I'm not
the dream you had for me
I become the disappointment
in your family tree
Jan 24, 2023
Jan 24, 2023 at 3:57 PM UTC
rock bottom mind dreams
heaven grows up difficult
footsteps move forward
Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 5:25 PM UTC
Nothing invokes fear
Quite like footsteps approaching
And footsteps passing
Sep 28, 2021
Sep 28, 2021 at 2:23 AM UTC
I know, there is no place for a fickle people like me
who painted their thorns beautifully to feel the comfort of no turning back.
And the only thing I remember is the wild wood where I tracing each constellations and searching for your footsteps.
Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 11:57 AM UTC
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_...damp
feet
make
shallow
graves
in
paths
not
swept
quite
free
of
snow..._
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Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 2:36 PM UTC
Footsteps
Once more I hear the sound of footsteps following me
Once more the fear and warm breath tickling my neck
It has always followed me, this sudden panic
This feeling to pack everything up and run
Run as far as I can see and further
Past the mountains and seas and worlds
Until the footsteps make no sounds
And the breath rustles not a single blade of grass
at my feet
Is it my own footsteps?
Is it merely the wind?
I don't know anymore.
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 12:33 AM UTC
sometimes in the silent dark
when im curled in the corner
is it just
the sound of my traitorous heart
or
are
there
footsteps
outside the
door?
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 11:23 PM UTC
She faded away
But her footsteps didn't fade
It linger around me
Showing me the way
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 2:21 AM UTC
I didn't know my steps would show that deeply
I didn't know they would be so permanent
For everyone to see
Looking for a place without any people
But the more I look, the more I see them
So I turned around
What is the meaning of a line if you don't know who drew it?
Can it really break your heart if you never really knew them?
I don't know
If I have my heart, you can't break it
But if I want to give it to you I've already committed it
Heart break, isn't that a sad way to die?
Why are you running?
It's like you're racing the ocean to the other side
Don't you know it's already there, you've fallen behind
What's the point of trying to win a race that is lost?
Don't tell me you don't believe in miracles
Because they're all we've got
If you wake up every morning to run away from the same thing
After turning back yesterday, admitting defeat,
Is it really worth it? It sounds so miserable
But I wake up every day trying not to love you
Hoping one day I'll lose feelings as completely as I lost you
I believe in miracles so one day it will be true
What's everybody running from?
Sure you don't want to tell your secrets, that's alright I can read them In your footsteps
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 3:24 PM UTC
I looked out at the street,
hoping for footsteps
coming up the path..
But all I heard was
therapy sessions..
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 5:49 PM UTC
You said I was the only step,
but you always took one
back..
Never walking us forward,
excuses, like I had to tie my laces,
or my feet ache you walk on.
But I never looked back,
and you never moved forward.
We were a distance apart but I'd only
took one more step than
you.
But one can equal more when its
not synchronized with your heart.
The next day, you had walked off,
we weren't even walking in the same
postcode...
I took of the shoes I wore when we walked,
and now I'm bare foot.
But you know what I'm walking further without
you.
My perception isn't clouded by your backward
footing.
I'm free to walk without the pleasure
of having to look backwards..
Just walking onward without pausing to see
who cares how far my footsteps
have wondered,.
I'm strolling at my own pace
passing with no goodbyes.
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 6:08 PM UTC
I'll never walk in your footsteps.
because you walked
that path and it was personal to you.
I may shadow you, as I take wonderment
in the delicate breath of each moment
you trod upon the soil.
Showing that for some, we will never tread
upon others imprints.
But we will not look above, but always
below to see that some paths
are worth following,
stepping side by side to others life.
Make a path anew, follow the footsteps
of others you look down too.
But every path is unique, no path trodden
is ever the same in life.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 5:35 PM UTC
Pit-pat, pit-pat
Shoes slapping on the floor.
Pit-pat, pit-pat
A quiet knock at your door.
Pit-pat, pit-pat
Raindrops, water pure.
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 8:02 PM UTC
Cool cool floor
Of smooth hard tile
Barefeet slapping in
Successive taps
Step
Step
Step
Step
Then onto carpet
Silence.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
Woeful of the memories,
was I to blame!
Could I have changed that moment?
When he walked out of our timeline.
Altered futures of what would have been
happy moments.
But he was vacant like a parked car paying
for a spot never ever filled.
Still we waited on the clock before the pennies
ran out and then...
Tickets of denial, that he was there for us..
he threw pennies at the lap of our mother.
She cried inside ever strong...
We were young of innocence, thinking he was
there for us. But she was the guild that
caressed every fall,
every awkward question.
Denial was a strong venture for boys,
that thought the sun shone brightly.
In reality it was like the northern hemisphere
frozen for a time then thawed.
In reality, there was an absence of reconciliation.
daydreaming of perfection.
never realising...
That one took the personification of both.
And we gazed upon her as a not worthy.
But she brought us up in the wordless motion,
of abandonment, not wanting us to see the reality..
That our Dad was as worthless as the pennies he
threw in discord,
thinking that the copper
stepping stones were of worth to feed and put cloth on us.
She was the one that played the part of both.
gone is her words of wisdom..
But still her learning lives on..
We love you mother & Dad..
But realistically she was both, and when she passed..
She wasn't a loss of a singular person but
one that filled the footsteps of both..
Mum we miss you... every one that wasn't filled
not one footstep,
but one that filled both.
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC