#pedestrian
Somewhere between the noises and silence,
I noticed a pedestrian passing by head down,
no hurry, no destination, just drifting.
A stoic face with no expression, like someone moving through life on silent feet.
Seeing the passer-by, my heart skipped its beat.
My mind went hazy for a moment, wondering
how much storm everyone carries inside their heart hidden, tightly held, pretending to be strong.
He moved forward anyways not fast , not loudly But with a strange, stubborn, courage. And in that drifting figure,
I saw the truth of someone I know too well. How he walks the world the same way, Carrying hurricanes no one else can see .
Holding himself together even when it hurts.
How heavy his chest must feel, yet he never lets it spill,
never lets the world know how much he bleed.
But how much stronger he is, to move through life with that silent bravery,
untouched, unread and still unbroken
--Violetta
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 8:05 AM UTC
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driving home to you
unfortunately I died
~ text said I love you
driving and texting
new car for graduation
~ hi guys guess what I'm
busy city streets
need to text spouse I'll be late
~ pedestrian hit
can't wait to see you
didn't see car stopped ahead
~ text never sent
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https://www.stoptextsstopwrecks.org
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Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 11:45 PM UTC
Those who choose to dig deeper
must be willing to accept the dirt as truth
and the mess as proof
The only resolve is sharing tha loot
with those who seek not to be aloof
those who can recycle
improve reuse
Otherwise your pursuit becomes futile and vanity in roots
That holds you trapped in a place that never bore fruit.
Like a Pirate
Tied to a ship
who's sunken into
frozen winter drifts
Yelling at everyone who passes by
Uneffected Bitter Colder Less Productive
An Ivory Tusk Burned in private on public telivision
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 5:46 AM UTC
grocery cart of
circadian chores
pedestrian life . . .
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
Crossing the road
When I was eight years old,
I was sure that cars would stop
At the little girl in red.
From the other side,
The stretch seems like forever;
Running fast from something,
Or someone I wasn't sure of.
Mom would scold,
Friends would shout cold;
Warm gustling winds,
Passing swiftly was home.
Crossing the road,
Now I'm twice as old,
I'm sure the car didn't miss me,
Because I missed it instead.
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 7:49 AM UTC
The person sat by me,
Is calling somebody,
He's saying 'I love you'
Is that so unusual,
To feel so alone in that moment?
The lovers at the front,
Have had more than enough
Of their parents' scrutiny
So they commit mutiny,
And consequences are left unspoken.
The cold condensation
Hides all condescension,
From every pedestrian
With bitter complexions
Who braved the cold and are frozen.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
To be without you
Means nothing to want
Attention.
Seems I'm jaded...
My eyes are Abyssinian
Searching for red laser
Point
On the walls,
On pedestrian faces,
And none will ever
Ever do.
But to be without you
Means I am
Nothing. Wanting
Attention
Nothing Wanting
You.
Are you in them rivers
In these herds?
These lakes of
Lips
Kissing the silence of melancholy?
Means nothing
To want
Your poetry
Feeling much much more
Than
Pedestrian.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
(14 lines)
It was one afternoon in New Jersey, quite early,
We were finding a spot on a mall parking lot,
Heels were rushing, people were crossing
Mothers were hurrying...their kids following.
We still waited, yet there were no more...what for?
Our car was not moving, my sister, still was not driving.
Why was she hesitating?
Clearly, sidewalks on both ends were empty
So I raised my head, a nod or two, then lowered my view.
There were two tiny feet...walking...tiny steps were progressing
A creature, gray, brown, furry...its eyes flitting, like it was wary
Blue sky gave no flurry...pavement was crossed with no hurry...
I was wide eyed...I realized, as I admired,
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Upright or hunched, a squirrel is also a pedestrian...
Sally
Copyright January 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan...
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 7:22 AM UTC
i guess life is a crossing
and people keep passing
the lord made me black and white
with a light on either side
people keep passing, hippidy hop
they keep crossing, hippidy hop
and thats what happens on me all day long
people keep passing, hippidy hop
they keep crossing, hippidy hop
and then the cars come along
there are those who wait for the green man to show
the mom tells her kids 'thats only when you should go'
There are those who don't think a lot
'You could have died', 'it was worth a shot'
There are those who play in and out
Opportunists trying to move about
There are those who just have all the time
Testing nerves, begging the wheels to crime
people keep passing, hippidy hop
they keep crossing, hippidy hop
and thats what happens on me all day long
people keep passing, hippidy hop
they keep crossing, hippidy hop
and then the cars come along
people keep passing, hippidy hop
they keep crossing, hippidy hop
and thats what happens on me all day long
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC