people walking. rods. crossroads. walking, caminar. spanish. sides. sidelines. soccer.
emmie siebs
A man was walking along a sidewalk and as he did so he gazed upwards. Above him the clouds were lazily floating by, a bird flew to its nest. He let out a contented sigh. Straightening his gaze he just had enough time to see the car before it struck him.
Irony
hard, cracks, walking, distance, holding hands, where the sidewalk ends, sliverstein, kids, chalk, hop schotch, dont step on the cracks, bikes, rollerblades,
ruthie
i walk down the sidewalk, ruminating on Longley when Shell Silverstein pops up and up into the sky and I see them both up there, like the image of dead ones reclining on clouds, and I say, well, now if only I could get this across in my paper… and then Longley is there sitting next to me, and I realize, this is more complicated than I thought.
josh e
Where does it end?? If only there was a clear boundary, if we could draw the line, say “This is the sidewalk and that is not.” Alas, everything is the sidewalk and nothing is the sidewalk, and if everyone saw this the world would be so much better.
kattt
side walk is something i use every day. it takes me from place to place. but sidewalk is associated with the american language, which is dispise and therefore i would prefer not to use the sidewalk….
martin bristow
pavementtttttttttttt
sam hawksley
only you can travle where you have never been. its so easy you can just step out your door go down your drive and and then turn, down the sidewalk
Jonathan Jappe
i was walking along the path wen all of a sudden, a car pulled up beside me. the man in the back seat wound down his window and asked me for directions to thepolice station. this car had blacked out windows and i cudnt see into the front so had know idea who was driving. the man at first was a complete stranger to me, but as he was talking, i coulnt help but think he was getting more and more familiar to me. he was wearing a designer suit and there was a breifcase sat on the seat next to him. my curiousity was growing, but as soon as I had responded to his original question, the electric window went zooming back up and the car sped off into the distance….
emvjn
talk of the street. it is the only thing i know for sure. forget the main way – this way is way better. time to sing and dance with all the lonely. lonely is me. it is time.
jkl
along the sidewalk, little children play and ride their bikes and sing and giggle and pick flowers. they write in chalk and make and sell homemade lemonade. they make daisy chains and try not to walk on the cracks.
zahra ruby.
i was on the sidewalk when it happened, a girl in a flat bed truck slowed and took a look. not 30 seconds later, she returned and asked if i would like to take a drive. i said sure, it was a beautiful day and i had nothing left to loose.
ben forte
There were sidewalk chalk drawings all over the place that Saturday morning. I was quite amazed by the talent shown by the people who drew photorealistic images in chalk pastels. There were fire breathing dragons and complete set designs for theatrical productions all intertwined with college team logos and nudes.
JR Simons
chalk.
scribbles, drawings, love notes. all temporary of course, which makes them easier to be penned, created. knowing it will wash away at the next precipitation makes me more confident to put them down on concrete now. it won’t be here forever.
sometimes i want temporary.
but usually i don’t.
sidewalk chalk.
alece
The sidewalk was slick with ice today. The lights in the houses, usually bright in the dark morning light, were off. All the lights were off. All the power was off.
Chris Rogers
the sidewalk ended what to do, what to do?
I jumped and I fell
down down down i fell
into the dark
into the unknown
I had the courage to jump
I hope that it pays off
I hope a light will shine and I won’t be afraid
Brianne Brink
you left my heart on the sidewalk
i left my sanity there too
what a beautiful abandoning
you shine from so far
here i am
there i go
forget me along the sidewalk
forget me there
forget me now
for i will always remember you
ebenze420
the sidewalk stretches in front of our feet; we trod on toward the uncertain future, full of risks, but it’s a future we are willing to face.
lkd
there are sidewalks along most streets. A lot of the time they have cracks, gum, and all other assortment of things on it. They are like guidelines, that lead people where they really need to go and it allows them to avoid getting hit by cars and other things. They are not for bicyclists though…fucking bicyclists. Thinking they own the sidewalks.
Staci
Walking along the cracked concrete, hot under my toes. That’s right. Toes, no shoes, no barrier. Sidewalks have feelings too, and it hurts them to see you walking like you don’t want them. They should be everywhere, sharing secrets of the stone with feet all over the world.
elliekat
you walk on the sidewalk.
and draw on it with sidewalk. its veryyy fun. especially when your with your best friend.
and you can draw random stuff an d do what everrrr you want.
youi can also go along and trip on the cracks in the sidewalk.
Andrea Rose.
Chalk and foot traffic and passers-by. Every time I step out there is a sea, an ocean of faces. People are completely preoccupied and who can blame them? We’re all so wrapped up in ourselves. Some have cell phones and I wonder why we can’t shut everything out just for one moment, for one slow walk to or from work.
Mel Maltby
I walk on the sidewalk.
I do not want to walk on the sidewalk. I want to stray…..
I want to Jay walk. So- Please let me Jay walk.
Wow. How cool is this. I am writing about nothing.
I want to Jay walk.
Is that bad?
Am I breakin’ the law?? OH, I just want to cross that sidewalk.
SIDEWALK_ CHALK!!! yea, we all had em as kids. Sidewalk chalk……,. oh what to do…
kris10eleven
I was walking down the sidewalk drinking a milkshake and all of a sudden the sun came out. I can’t believe that the sun was shinning so bright when the world around me seemed so dark. All of this happened in an instant while I was walking down the sidewalk.
Ilyas El-Amin
i realized when i stopped moving nothing passed me by
diana demuth.
The sidewalk. It’s long. There’s no end to it. I’ve never walked down a path so dark before. I’m alone. Why by myself? Why is there no one? I don’t know. I see across the street, another sidewalk. Why are there more people there?
It’s so worn. It’s sad. My path is better. It may be dark, but there’s no one to ruin it for me.
Vron
Slippy sidewalk, snitty sidewalk, scraped in holiday sludge, where’s the edge of the grass that was here last month? Uneven, yes, but still there for us all, the sure of foot, the swift, the slow … providing an alternate path other than automobile between points A, C and E, but not necessarily B, because they quit building the sidewalk when they ran out of tax dollars.
Tom Wilkowske
A sidewalk is where I find myself running across to get to a friends or to my home. A pathway to my freedom or a pathway to my own personal hell. It is hard and uneven…something easy to trip or stumble upon and crash to the ground. And when I fall…I have trouble finding a way to pull myself up and brush off the dust.
Kaily
the place one walks on. concert. solid. the homeless bed, covered in dirt, gum, spit. everywhere. blocks and blocks of cracks. dont step on them you will break your mothers back. gray, bumpy.
Andrea Marsh
I was walking down the sidewalk and before I knew it, I was at my destination already. There was blood lying there, in a dark dank pool. I could smell it seeping up from the concrete and I know that he had died already, I was too late. Just then he gasped.
Somerleigh
people walk on a sidewalk. They go up and down it. Sometimes they have cracks in them. People can trip over the cracks in the sidewalk and fall. If they fall, they could hurt themselves and possibly knock out some teeth. People walk all over sidewalks. They are mostly in big cities. In little cities there aren’t as many sidewalks.
Nykhi
Sidewalks keep us connected to those places we can’t enter. It’s the space that lets those get close,without having to ask.
melonie
side walk has been so that it is easy for people who dont have cars or wish to walk to a place without encountering cars or traffic this makes it safe.
mun911
rainy day sunday, and the words don’t flow. i stand paralyzed, and i wonder as people pass me by. what do they say, do they know?
a savar
the sidewalk is usually grey, although it can be made out of stones. athens has slippery when wet sidewalks. so does dublin, in parts. i like sidewalks. it’s nice to sit somewhere and wat
gogo
It burns, you know. Every word you said to me, yelling down from that window. You couldn’t say it to my face, you had to put that distance in.
You could have afforded me a little respect. You could have acknowledged that I actually meant something to you.
Now, here I am. Standing on the sidewalk. My indiscretions all out in the open, and I can’t open my eyes for the life of me.
Curbwild
sidewalk sidewalk sidewalk.
this is yesterday’s word.
i remember that time my sister and i were running, i tripped and grabbed onto her shirt and got dragged…for far to long and my shins will never be the same. rocks. blood.
piss and spit.
long island ice tea.
another
sidewalks are beautiful. i enjoy sidewalks. i remember when my grandma’s house got a sidewalk. i remember when it didn’t have one. i remember thinking that the cement looked like cookies and cream ice cream. which is really exciting, because i like that kind of ice cream. the only thing is that i didn’t have any of it when i saw the sidewalk. sigh. the word sidewalk reminds me of that dude… the one who writes poems, shel silverstein.
hannah frye
looking at the road
cars zooming by
safety here
HL
laidback but inwardly sad, it seems I am from the outside looking in. I want to be on the main road…tired of walking on the sidewalks.
people walking. rods. crossroads. walking, caminar. spanish. sides. sidelines. soccer.
A man was walking along a sidewalk and as he did so he gazed upwards. Above him the clouds were lazily floating by, a bird flew to its nest. He let out a contented sigh. Straightening his gaze he just had enough time to see the car before it struck him.
hard, cracks, walking, distance, holding hands, where the sidewalk ends, sliverstein, kids, chalk, hop schotch, dont step on the cracks, bikes, rollerblades,
i walk down the sidewalk, ruminating on Longley when Shell Silverstein pops up and up into the sky and I see them both up there, like the image of dead ones reclining on clouds, and I say, well, now if only I could get this across in my paper… and then Longley is there sitting next to me, and I realize, this is more complicated than I thought.
Where does it end?? If only there was a clear boundary, if we could draw the line, say “This is the sidewalk and that is not.” Alas, everything is the sidewalk and nothing is the sidewalk, and if everyone saw this the world would be so much better.
side walk is something i use every day. it takes me from place to place. but sidewalk is associated with the american language, which is dispise and therefore i would prefer not to use the sidewalk….
pavementtttttttttttt
only you can travle where you have never been. its so easy you can just step out your door go down your drive and and then turn, down the sidewalk
i was walking along the path wen all of a sudden, a car pulled up beside me. the man in the back seat wound down his window and asked me for directions to thepolice station. this car had blacked out windows and i cudnt see into the front so had know idea who was driving. the man at first was a complete stranger to me, but as he was talking, i coulnt help but think he was getting more and more familiar to me. he was wearing a designer suit and there was a breifcase sat on the seat next to him. my curiousity was growing, but as soon as I had responded to his original question, the electric window went zooming back up and the car sped off into the distance….
talk of the street. it is the only thing i know for sure. forget the main way – this way is way better. time to sing and dance with all the lonely. lonely is me. it is time.
along the sidewalk, little children play and ride their bikes and sing and giggle and pick flowers. they write in chalk and make and sell homemade lemonade. they make daisy chains and try not to walk on the cracks.
i was on the sidewalk when it happened, a girl in a flat bed truck slowed and took a look. not 30 seconds later, she returned and asked if i would like to take a drive. i said sure, it was a beautiful day and i had nothing left to loose.
There were sidewalk chalk drawings all over the place that Saturday morning. I was quite amazed by the talent shown by the people who drew photorealistic images in chalk pastels. There were fire breathing dragons and complete set designs for theatrical productions all intertwined with college team logos and nudes.
chalk.
scribbles, drawings, love notes. all temporary of course, which makes them easier to be penned, created. knowing it will wash away at the next precipitation makes me more confident to put them down on concrete now. it won’t be here forever.
sometimes i want temporary.
but usually i don’t.
sidewalk chalk.
The sidewalk was slick with ice today. The lights in the houses, usually bright in the dark morning light, were off. All the lights were off. All the power was off.
the sidewalk ended what to do, what to do?
I jumped and I fell
down down down i fell
into the dark
into the unknown
I had the courage to jump
I hope that it pays off
I hope a light will shine and I won’t be afraid
you left my heart on the sidewalk
i left my sanity there too
what a beautiful abandoning
you shine from so far
here i am
there i go
forget me along the sidewalk
forget me there
forget me now
for i will always remember you
the sidewalk stretches in front of our feet; we trod on toward the uncertain future, full of risks, but it’s a future we are willing to face.
there are sidewalks along most streets. A lot of the time they have cracks, gum, and all other assortment of things on it. They are like guidelines, that lead people where they really need to go and it allows them to avoid getting hit by cars and other things. They are not for bicyclists though…fucking bicyclists. Thinking they own the sidewalks.
Walking along the cracked concrete, hot under my toes. That’s right. Toes, no shoes, no barrier. Sidewalks have feelings too, and it hurts them to see you walking like you don’t want them. They should be everywhere, sharing secrets of the stone with feet all over the world.
you walk on the sidewalk.
and draw on it with sidewalk. its veryyy fun. especially when your with your best friend.
and you can draw random stuff an d do what everrrr you want.
youi can also go along and trip on the cracks in the sidewalk.
Chalk and foot traffic and passers-by. Every time I step out there is a sea, an ocean of faces. People are completely preoccupied and who can blame them? We’re all so wrapped up in ourselves. Some have cell phones and I wonder why we can’t shut everything out just for one moment, for one slow walk to or from work.
I walk on the sidewalk.
I do not want to walk on the sidewalk. I want to stray…..
I want to Jay walk. So- Please let me Jay walk.
Wow. How cool is this. I am writing about nothing.
I want to Jay walk.
Is that bad?
Am I breakin’ the law?? OH, I just want to cross that sidewalk.
SIDEWALK_ CHALK!!! yea, we all had em as kids. Sidewalk chalk……,. oh what to do…
I was walking down the sidewalk drinking a milkshake and all of a sudden the sun came out. I can’t believe that the sun was shinning so bright when the world around me seemed so dark. All of this happened in an instant while I was walking down the sidewalk.
i realized when i stopped moving nothing passed me by
The sidewalk. It’s long. There’s no end to it. I’ve never walked down a path so dark before. I’m alone. Why by myself? Why is there no one? I don’t know. I see across the street, another sidewalk. Why are there more people there?
It’s so worn. It’s sad. My path is better. It may be dark, but there’s no one to ruin it for me.
Slippy sidewalk, snitty sidewalk, scraped in holiday sludge, where’s the edge of the grass that was here last month? Uneven, yes, but still there for us all, the sure of foot, the swift, the slow … providing an alternate path other than automobile between points A, C and E, but not necessarily B, because they quit building the sidewalk when they ran out of tax dollars.
A sidewalk is where I find myself running across to get to a friends or to my home. A pathway to my freedom or a pathway to my own personal hell. It is hard and uneven…something easy to trip or stumble upon and crash to the ground. And when I fall…I have trouble finding a way to pull myself up and brush off the dust.
the place one walks on. concert. solid. the homeless bed, covered in dirt, gum, spit. everywhere. blocks and blocks of cracks. dont step on them you will break your mothers back. gray, bumpy.
I was walking down the sidewalk and before I knew it, I was at my destination already. There was blood lying there, in a dark dank pool. I could smell it seeping up from the concrete and I know that he had died already, I was too late. Just then he gasped.
people walk on a sidewalk. They go up and down it. Sometimes they have cracks in them. People can trip over the cracks in the sidewalk and fall. If they fall, they could hurt themselves and possibly knock out some teeth. People walk all over sidewalks. They are mostly in big cities. In little cities there aren’t as many sidewalks.
Sidewalks keep us connected to those places we can’t enter. It’s the space that lets those get close,without having to ask.
side walk has been so that it is easy for people who dont have cars or wish to walk to a place without encountering cars or traffic this makes it safe.
rainy day sunday, and the words don’t flow. i stand paralyzed, and i wonder as people pass me by. what do they say, do they know?
the sidewalk is usually grey, although it can be made out of stones. athens has slippery when wet sidewalks. so does dublin, in parts. i like sidewalks. it’s nice to sit somewhere and wat
It burns, you know. Every word you said to me, yelling down from that window. You couldn’t say it to my face, you had to put that distance in.
You could have afforded me a little respect. You could have acknowledged that I actually meant something to you.
Now, here I am. Standing on the sidewalk. My indiscretions all out in the open, and I can’t open my eyes for the life of me.
sidewalk sidewalk sidewalk.
this is yesterday’s word.
i remember that time my sister and i were running, i tripped and grabbed onto her shirt and got dragged…for far to long and my shins will never be the same. rocks. blood.
piss and spit.
long island ice tea.
sidewalks are beautiful. i enjoy sidewalks. i remember when my grandma’s house got a sidewalk. i remember when it didn’t have one. i remember thinking that the cement looked like cookies and cream ice cream. which is really exciting, because i like that kind of ice cream. the only thing is that i didn’t have any of it when i saw the sidewalk. sigh. the word sidewalk reminds me of that dude… the one who writes poems, shel silverstein.
looking at the road
cars zooming by
safety here
laidback but inwardly sad, it seems I am from the outside looking in. I want to be on the main road…tired of walking on the sidewalks.