#sidewalks
slushy sidewalks
memories of the past bubble up
never had enough
my brain craves your delicate touch
trace my spine
count my heartbeats
take your time
need your body heat
slushy sidewalks
Sade plays softly
your cologne is intoxicating
my body is so disturbed
i cannot handle the constant waiting
my body is reserved
Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 10:49 AM UTC
Walking on the sidewalk hoping someone would push me out
You don't get what you don't deserve says the man speeding out.
Always pushing myself more everyday hoping I won't break out
But the sidewalks isn't meant for me even when the road is faded out.
The feeling of freedom owning everything I possess would push my strength out
But the sidewalks clinged to my toes hoping I don't get out.
Following the crowd would only get you drenched out
But when you focus on the road you understand you can break out.
The road isn't just the focus but the sidewalks is the barrier
Don't settle for what u have don't make your thinking a barrier.
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 10:06 PM UTC
When time ends,
Where will the sidewalks go?
The clocks stop ticking,
The wind won’t blow.
And where will I go?
Only unending time knows.
My feet will lead me
To the end of my journey.
Unwalked paths
Do not concern me.
No time or path shall ever define me.
I walk with the past facing behind me.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 10:13 AM UTC
I used to walk down the block to the bus stop everyday.
Whether it was a bright sunny day, or a dark icy winter before the sun woke up, I was there...
Walking.
Backpack slung over my shoulder, alto saxophone in its case in my right hand. Leaning to the left to balance out the weight so I didn't fall over walking over the uneven rectangles of grey rock.
Artificial building blocks that make the world flat.
When I was little, I rode my bike to a nearby school park. They had a water park right by the school and surrounding the drain was a wide circle of bricks set in the ground.
But they had to take some of the bricks out of the ground, I don't know why. But they filled the gap with cement...
And lucky for me, I had gotten to that water park just before the liquid rock turned to solid ground. I pressed my right foot into that patch of grey. Just barely leaving the treads of my shoe in the cement.
I sometimes stop by to visit that old water park. Some 10 years later and that mark in the cement is still there. And no one will know it was me who left a temporary mark on that patch of grey all those years ago.
My footsteps are bigger now. I can run faster now.
Or maybe I can just walk.
I am older now. I don't take the bus much anymore. I drive my car to get where I'm going. I run everywhere, I don't take the time to walk through my life. I live too fast.
I've made mistakes.
I have regrets.
And even if I don't want to...
I have to walk with them.
I have to accept my actions and live with the consequences. I must walk slowly with my choices. My rights and wrongs... my own self inflicted pain.
I step in rhythm with the music playing through my headphones. I don't step on the lines that divide the building blocks of my pathway. I follow the grey brick road, not traveling with anyone this time.
So now I am leaving.
I will take everything.
My guilt.
My shame.
My regret.
My heart.
My mind.
I will go...
Song lyrics slung across my backbone...
Guitar in my right hand.
Ipod in my left hand.
I look ahead at the sidewalk before me.
I feel the sun on my skin, and the wind in my hair.
I breathe...
And I walk.
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC
Is there a poem in a sidewalk?
Paths of cratered concrete, cracked
By morning frost and midnight freeze,
Wimpy weeds grow through the fissures.
Children fall and skin their knees.
Is there a poem in a sidewalk?
Canvas for a budding Rembrandt,
Using colored chalk as paint,
Drawing flow’rs, and stick-man family,
Curbing not her young restraint.
Is there a poem in a sidewalk?
Adults dare not let loose the leash,
As they exercise their dogs, and ease their own stress,
Must carry bags and tiny shovels,
To clear the concrete of the mess.
Is there a poem in a sidewalk?
Scooters, skateboards, wagons, bikes,
Off the path, then on again
While yielding the right-of-way
To lovers walking hand in hand.
Is there a poem in a sidewalk?
Collecting children at the corner,
A guard, with yellow vest and sign,
Moses parts the sea of traffic,
Cautiously keeps kids in line.
Through front yards, across drive-ways,
Toward bus stops, stores and schools,
Gathering mown grass, autumn leaves, and winter snow.
There are poems in small town sidewalks,
Imagination on the go.
Phil Lindsey 1/11/17
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
She signs in the
Rain
So that I may see –
Drizzled words, despots and
Defiance, never defeat.
And
She cries in the
Rain
So that I may never see –
What could never be cured, be
Culled; our calamity.
And
I walk on in the
Rain
So that I may never learn how to –
Fix, never learn to forgive,
Most certainly, to forget.
And
It’s just that simple in the
Rain,
Sign, cry or walk –
We become disposable,
And like chalk on sidewalks,
We all wash away.
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
At nine p.m.
they roll up
the crooked
sidewalks
like they're
fabric bolts.
And every neon
light in the diner
window flickers
in commercial dim.
When winter comes
sometimes i drive past
the closed ice cream stand
and think about what i never did.
At nine p.m.
they shut off
their overhead
living room lights.
Every dog is
in for the night
and only the cats
are crossing the street.
Small town
cozy village
happy people
normal sleepers.
so incredibly
law-abiding
stability's key
Not like me.
at nine p.m.
they roll up
the crooked
sidewalks
like they're
Fabric bolts.
but i've always
felt the need to
walk the streets
around ten p.m.
pretend they're
Still concrete.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
I saw a flower
in a crack of a sidewalk,
that reminded me of you.
Not because it was common,
but because it was original.
Something beautiful
that grew
from nothing.
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
I want to say that I'm getting better,
that these scars are starting to feel
like the marks of a warrior who has won battles,
but even if the bleeding has stopped, the war is not over.
There are so many days when the sun will come out,
and I can feel its warmth wash over me, and it is
when I am covered by its happy grace,
that the shadow of sadness is cast across the
sidewalks.. those sidewalks where every crack
was a canyon to wide to cross.
My blood stained on every square.
And as I stand on top of that mountain and look down
upon the valley that I had conquered,
i realize,
that my footprints spell your name...
Then there I go again,
crashing
burning
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
falling, right back into
the devils claw.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
When I was traversing in the alternate universe,
I couldn't stop sneezing.
I couldn't handle newness.
No benedryll for adrenaline.
The stars paved sidewalks
Into the deep depths of a frozen sea,
Straying salt crystals freely,
Caught by the laughing galaxies,
Who played marbles with dreams.
My hands began to twitch
Like piano ballads being spun in the air.
And I when became whole;
I existed, finally.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC