#stumbling
While walking to school
I was thinking about last weekend
- it was great. we did nothing -
and I stumbled on uneven pavement
it was a trip down memory lane
I was wearing a dress and I skinned my left knee badly
Charles, walking with me, grimaced at the blood
- which almost made me laugh
he wanted to call a car but I doughtily soldiered on,
scraped, bleeding and cursing my own clumsiness
If people noticed they didn’t point, stare
or **** at the grizzly sight
at school, I went straight to the ladies,
and washed it with soap and water
sticking pieces of toilet paper to the worst of it
to stop the bleeding and then limping to class
in emergency medicine, that toilet paper
would be called an ‘immediately sterile’ cover.
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Songs for this:
Walk Like an Egyptian - The Bangles
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Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 12:23 AM UTC
I have become the sum of all my fears and failures
The accumulation through the years,
To some degree,
Is on another level then most others
Uninstalled the self installed blinders
Hoping to stumble across some left behind life perks
I didn't know this is how finders keepers works
Nothing found has kept me off the ground,
Barley kept me out the ground,
And every moment hurts
For what it's worth,
I don't know what I'm worth
Starting to wonder,
Just internally first,
But maybe this whole thing is cursed
Or worse
There was never a purpose of falling prey to thirst
©2024
Apr 14, 2024
Apr 14, 2024 at 8:49 PM UTC
A heart falling fast
Yesterday's footprints fading
Stumbling into love
Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 12:00 AM UTC
No matter who you are or what you have been doing
at some stage an obstacle appears without choosing.
It may be a person, a thing or one of nature's forces
that can just set you back on your forward courses.
It could also be a sheer lack of available knowledge
called ignorance, about what to do next or to manage
that activity or certain thing you've been involved in
where any progress forward seems unlikely and thin.
There may be other factors as well such as motivation,
issues of health, self confidence and lack of inspiration
which could be affecting or stalling the overall progress
of the situation at hand causing some undesirable stress.
A breakdown in one's personal or business relationship
will likely be a major setback causing a backward flip
especially where the parties are involved in a litigation
and the legal processes stretch out beyond expectation.
______________________
© 2021 George Krokos
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 9:32 AM UTC
to stumble and often fall,
as you make your way along an empty road
but despite the hopeless passion of your blank
& vacant world, you’ll keep going, won’t you?
have you often dreamt of running away?
alone & staring at the walls wondering what went wrong, you’re living a life that wasn’t enough,
now realizing how quickly you were forgotten.
you must be very brave, to keep going,
when you can’t even see a destination.
you must be very brave, to remember,
when everyone else, so easily, forgot.
sometimes, when the lights are dimmed
and you can only lie there trying to dream,
you hear a low cry of someone breaking,
the sound of something ending.
even the most beautiful things feel pain,
stained with hidden memories.
even the most innocent human beings are crushed,
by a world that no longer cares.
do you want me to come back for you?
if you’ve lost your way again in those shadows,
I will bring a light of a million stars of hope,
so we can find a destination at the end of pain.
do you want me to come back for you?
if you’ve been forgotten and left behind,
I will paint a portrait of your soul
so that you will never again be lost.
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 8:48 PM UTC
a dozen gold horses
galloping around the fields.
dusk is upon,
their manes are dancing —
a strong wind in our presence
how do they not stumble?
i do.
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 1:55 PM UTC
Each step is taken
for granted.
Confident that the terrain will remain
unchanged, solid and dependable beneath
our feet, beaten down by the ones
who have walked before us,
we forget to think about
our destination, and when the
path inevitably betrays our trust,
our arrogant stride falters
as the world shifts beneath our soles.
It is no wonder that we stumble when
trying to blaze our own trail.
So, remember to be wary about
where you step on your quest
for answers.
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 8:56 PM UTC
So many scream and cry of the worst
Those people inflicting hurts that bubble and burst
Yet I’ve encountered ones who are much crueler
Who invite madness and chaos by unmeasured rulers
They are the many who never really care
Whose emotional cupboard lay blank, bleak and bare
Who raze instead raise their kids, like barbaric hordes of old
And the kids grow to be monsters that don’t even know,
That the many screams and cries that they’ve heard for years
Are derived from the neglect that nested between their ears
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
We are all just broken messes, aren't we?
Just weird abstractions of people,
Clinging to the material and unnatural
Thrills and chills of being,
In some odd hope that we will wake up
Rejuvenated and refreshed
And with a mind so clean
And pure
And sure of ourselves,
But we are really just lost
In our own self-constructed mazes of
Complications and complexity.
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
colourblind
to traffic lights
but I know how they're
supposed to look
I walk along
a thinning kerb
frequently falling
stumbling along
nothing stops me
I stay on the edge
this line between safety
and imminent death
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC
We load the road of our success
With boulders of forgetfulness,
Stumbling each time again
As if we were but mindless men.
Shrunken, looking drunken,
Mumbling, some grumbling,
We were people, but barely,
Rarely standing up to stress.
Preferring to dress in the rags
Like hags and hobos, up to elbows
In the trash we bought with cash
Instead of buying our birthrights
Back from those who ****** us
Then ignored us, we were needing,
Some bleeding, and dying
And nobody but us was crying.
We’d carry all those speed bumps
We carefully crafted with our hands
And let them stand before us
To deter us and divert us every day
But not in a diverting way like TV.
It was a travesty, a mummer’s play
In which we each played our part
But, not like art come to life, oh no
It was a horror show for fools
And it was our own tools and effort
That pulled together to create a ride
In a non-amusing park of suicide.
Many of us don’t notice the slide
Until everybody and everything
Is on the upside and we are not.
It’s a kind of mental, moral rot.
Then the travesty became a tragedy
For you and for me, endlessly.
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
This world I walk in, stumbling,
as ordinary as anybody's can be
I have to struggle getting it that way.
I wait light years for something
like that something awaits for me,
I should wanna be there come what may.
Maybe I'll finally feel like I belong
cause so far I've never really missed home.
I've always said
I wanted to escape
from this little town,
Somehow,
starting it all over again
as if I've learnt from my mistakes
Had I?
Am I able now to write a new life?
When will I be ready to sing a song of mine?
Many faces I pass by, sometimes
I wonder what if they knew me?
I'd be wary and keep my strange.
I see too much into every eye
like a life lived before, through it,
time to turn it all around and change.
No city is too big, so isn't your heart,
when you've got nothing, you can only go far.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 7:48 PM UTC
My hands weren’t sweating when I said it.
I will never write a love song.
It never seemed like anyone could see
past the pink
swirly
fogging their eyes.
How pathetic.
But cheerios get soggy
when I look away this long
and I wrote my first melody
because of your swirly eyes.
*They’re so much darker,
like rotted leaves.*
And second,
third,
(voice cracking, echoing)
my fingertips
are splitting over these strings.
Fourth-
palpating vibrations killing the me
I’d thought furthest through.
I swear,
I wont crack as hard this time, but-
I can’t tie my shoelaces
without tearing flower petals,
so I walk around stumbling,
falling
into pretty girls.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
The path was dark, I walked alone
At times I stumbled to the ground
Though my journey was long and hard
It was impossible to turn around
Of the many paths I could have walked
The one I chose looked clear and bright
The trail was green the air was pure
Oh that I knew, it was devoid of light
At times it seemed the sun came through
And whispered, "You have found the way"
At other times an eerie moon
Eclipsed with black the light of day
Thorns and limbs revealed themselves
I chose to leave its dark deceit
The new path I forged through the brush
Drew blood from skin and tore my feet
Oh what a brilliant choice I made
For a friend was there to help me see
The path I followed blindly at first
Was just not the right one for me
Now the path is clear and bright
I no longer walk it all alone
Along the way I found myself
And finally have made it home
Mary Carol Ann Like
Copyright July 2006
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
A day recedes,
I'll chase down one more night
A lamed and hobbling Spring
tries to outrun the tide
of all the misspent months
and all this wasted time
The northern breeze sings cold,
it sighs through tattered topsails
sea of questions waits.
schools of unanswered voicemails
My footfalls share the sidewalks,
steady,
sure. Still young but glimpsing old and stumbling
Walking outside
soaked lungs need some new air
I'm nervous and shaking
fold the map, don a blank stare
my days wearing on
fill 'em up with a fool's words
I'm saltwashed, stuck and
peeling paint off my memory
for now.
A day's been seized--
a metered length of life
Can't place a price on Fall
and can't outrun the tide
of these layered seasons
as his time unwinds
The eastern wind comes hard
and shreds through mended mainsails
river of answers dried
so ask the waving cattails.
His footfalls know the sidewalks
leaking
down sidestreets' asphalt tributaries
Walking around
A hitch in his slow gait
A ghost of our town
shuffles on with a fixed gaze,
his days playing out,
As he strides down the sidewalks
his life plays a film,
flashing bright on glazed eyeballs
And I'm southbound,
4 p.m. driving Orange Street
completely drowned--
--swore I woke up in Gimli,
Manitoba January
seared into my youthful memories
I'm freezerburnt
Autumn heat, don't leave me
I'll hold your hair if you're feeling sickly,
then drive back home.
Autumn heat, don't leave me now.
...Autumn heat, don't leave me now.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC