Step, One at a time. On foot in front of the other. I jump. I climb. I crash through lives like a crushing ball. I feel the damage in my heart. If I could erase my .. personality? I live black and white, dreaming of a fullness of colour.
The first step came about yesterday when I was gardening and Maria came out the back door waving her arms, screaming, “Mommy! Mommy! I can’t do it!” I had no idea what she was talking about but I knew this was one of those moments I couldn’t have known about. I saw her arms and I heard her voice and something had to be done. Step one.
Meg
The two-step dance was what Rhiannon, Chelsey and I were talking about night before last. We were at a metal show–Fraught With Peril’s, actually–and we started talking about different dance styles because of this gorilla of a woman’s idea of thrashing about on the floor in front of the stage. And roaring at the band, and jumping up on stage during their set. You know.
Obnoxious.
the sound was like thunder in her ears. each little tap on concrete sounded like the crashing of the angry ocean. the staircase was her hell and with each step, he was getting closer and closer.
He took the step.
And then there was nothing under his leg.
He fall down.
But at least he took his own step, made a choice.
someone
Every day is another step towards enlightenment, or perfection, or maybe just improvement. The point is that life really is a journey, and if we do not keep moving forwards, our lives become stagnant and our souls get stale.
i took a step…i took a breath…i plucked up my courage and look at the dragon above me… i steadily drew the sword from behind and battled with it shakily. The dragon breathed fire here and there, i ignored the pounding of my heart and let go of my fear…instead i killed it slowly.
he steps away. she is left stunned. he steps further, without even saying goodbye, with no words or even looking back to take a look what he has left behind. she is stunned, and shunned, stepping into the house. alone, as she watches his footsteps disappear.
rur
Oh, u do look scared Jess’
the wiz that he waz
step is what completes a passage or a road or even a journey. A step sometimes leads to unhappy roads or sometimes leads to very happy ones…depends on the shoes
Bellatrix Lovah
It is a long step from having nothing to accruing enough to feel comfortable retiring. A life begins one step at and then the next. Take the first step and the others become easier. Stepping on a crack will break your back. Step fast to get there faster. Only step if you are sure where your foot will land. Step right up.
Gil Claborn
u look scared…Jessica – so feel the fear an do it anyhows
the wiz that he waz
u look scared… so feel the fear an do it anyhows
the wiz that he waz
one a a time. one.at.a.time. just do it, go for it, just move ahead and the next will come. do not look to far ahead and do not look low just to what is right in front of you….and it will come. it will come.
One step has led to another in the walk of life. A slip here, trot there, sliding into home in the nick of time. Step lively, make the journey as much fun as possible because you only go around once, in this lifetime.
paulie aragon
ovr d top
she
wint
the wiz that he waz
summer clomb up the ladder of {i won tellya}
An drastically fell inta Fall
way way down man
down
dow
ndow
n
the wiz that he waz
Step over. Step down. Step over. Step dow…….
Uff….. It was so hard, to come here every single day and exercise with the other smelly guys.
suriti
summer clomb up the ladder of {i won tellya}
An drastically fell inta Fall
the wiz that he waz
hole the ladder steady, james
the wiz that he waz
I remember stones thru muck
practice it took
a bit o luck
an’ ya dint get stuck
the wiz that he waz
no cartwheels, please
the wiz that he waz
come if yer arf goodlookin’
the wiz that he waz
thread softly because you pierce my seams
the wiz that he waz
Steps taken to help complete a path. A path which you have to follow. People guide you to take the right path, but you have to step in the right direction to secure the path that you are taking.
Taking steps helps people realise who you are. You can take steps to become friends with someone, take steps to become a better person, but the most important step is when you mean what you are going to do. When you want to step and finish what you started.
When you really want to get something done; that is when it counts.
Maddy
Looming high and precarious, feet move deftly forward, as if on stints, propelled by invisible strings, like a mad puppeteer. Eyes quiver with fear; they are so large, so intimidating. Beads of sweat on the brow; the temple, gleaming on the tip of the nose beneath the brim of glasses. A clenched throat. He steps up the stairs once – and lets out his breath.
Step upon the walk of life taking all you see
Stumbling never once the walk of life is free
A step into the unknown
A stone into the sea
Untouchable with out your dreams
Libs
My next step I leaned to look around the corner. They were there! All of them. I eased back slowly. Then sitting low on one knee I gathered loose dirt from the sandy street and rubbed it into my hands. Readied my grip on my sword. Said the ancient prayer. And then rose to make them hear what they have ignored.
i like to walk and take steps
i like to learn dance steps
STEP BYE STEP
awesome song
:D
Paige
One two. Stairs, like an endless, spiral. There are four birds in the window, making noises that sound almost human. Maybe there are souls trapped inside. Maybe there are empty souls *outside*. Maybe all those birds–all four, with their beady little eyes–are like jars, and the rest of everyone is sitting in their shell, under a shade of hair. Maybe all those dead people milling around gave their spirits wing, and just their bodies are still waiting.
If you step back and look calmly at the world. Not judging, just looking, you might just see that the world isn’t so scary and mixed-up. If you step back you might see that people are born, live their lives and die. You might see how we are all so minute and beautifully insignificant. You might see the lives of people flash past. Amazing, fulfilling lives, alongside wasted ones. All gone almost as soon as they begin. The only difference from afar is how they are remembered.
Samantha.J
run
cow
dub
jump
shore
beach
exercise
love
concrete
grass
asphalt
turn
swirl
shimmer
glory
Pooja Patel
step to it! the stairway to heaven. Step it up, work harder. There are 12 steps. But there is also a 13th step. Steps are stone or wood or concrete or carpeted or figurative.
I stepped into the room without a clue of who I was. I remembered that only moments before I knew who I was, but now it all vanished before me like a breath in the wind. I was no one, I had no identity; I was just a human shell that knew how to survive with vital signs and communication. My personality was gone.
Lauren Flores-Walton
to step is not to mindlessly walk, or run. But to think and make the concious decision to step into li
S.J
you have got to take that first step. whatever the significance of that “first step” is to you. how hard it may be, you have to try, because as soon as you decide to take that one, forward step, there is no turning back. your doubts, fears and apprehensions; or perhaps the excitement, eagerness and the anticipation that you are feeling will fade and will became your reality.
no matter what the reason is, take the step.
we all have to move forward anyway.
isn’t that the rule of the game?
She took two steps towards the man laying on the ground. She could easily see blood all over, pooling beneath him. His hands had shackles and chains around them, and his wrists were raw. “Rio?” She called uncertainly, panic beginning to rise in her voice. “Rio, oh my god, RIO!” She ran the final steps to the man on the ground, putting her hands on his face and begging him over and over again to wake up. But nothing would work.
Step, One at a time. On foot in front of the other. I jump. I climb. I crash through lives like a crushing ball. I feel the damage in my heart. If I could erase my .. personality? I live black and white, dreaming of a fullness of colour.
The first step came about yesterday when I was gardening and Maria came out the back door waving her arms, screaming, “Mommy! Mommy! I can’t do it!” I had no idea what she was talking about but I knew this was one of those moments I couldn’t have known about. I saw her arms and I heard her voice and something had to be done. Step one.
The two-step dance was what Rhiannon, Chelsey and I were talking about night before last. We were at a metal show–Fraught With Peril’s, actually–and we started talking about different dance styles because of this gorilla of a woman’s idea of thrashing about on the floor in front of the stage. And roaring at the band, and jumping up on stage during their set. You know.
Obnoxious.
the sound was like thunder in her ears. each little tap on concrete sounded like the crashing of the angry ocean. the staircase was her hell and with each step, he was getting closer and closer.
He took the step.
And then there was nothing under his leg.
He fall down.
But at least he took his own step, made a choice.
Every day is another step towards enlightenment, or perfection, or maybe just improvement. The point is that life really is a journey, and if we do not keep moving forwards, our lives become stagnant and our souls get stale.
i took a step…i took a breath…i plucked up my courage and look at the dragon above me… i steadily drew the sword from behind and battled with it shakily. The dragon breathed fire here and there, i ignored the pounding of my heart and let go of my fear…instead i killed it slowly.
he steps away. she is left stunned. he steps further, without even saying goodbye, with no words or even looking back to take a look what he has left behind. she is stunned, and shunned, stepping into the house. alone, as she watches his footsteps disappear.
Oh, u do look scared Jess’
step is what completes a passage or a road or even a journey. A step sometimes leads to unhappy roads or sometimes leads to very happy ones…depends on the shoes
It is a long step from having nothing to accruing enough to feel comfortable retiring. A life begins one step at and then the next. Take the first step and the others become easier. Stepping on a crack will break your back. Step fast to get there faster. Only step if you are sure where your foot will land. Step right up.
u look scared…Jessica – so feel the fear an do it anyhows
u look scared… so feel the fear an do it anyhows
one a a time. one.at.a.time. just do it, go for it, just move ahead and the next will come. do not look to far ahead and do not look low just to what is right in front of you….and it will come. it will come.
on dat note can we call it a halt?
he
wint
One step has led to another in the walk of life. A slip here, trot there, sliding into home in the nick of time. Step lively, make the journey as much fun as possible because you only go around once, in this lifetime.
ovr d top
she
wint
summer clomb up the ladder of {i won tellya}
An drastically fell inta Fall
way way down man
down
dow
ndow
n
Step over. Step down. Step over. Step dow…….
Uff….. It was so hard, to come here every single day and exercise with the other smelly guys.
summer clomb up the ladder of {i won tellya}
An drastically fell inta Fall
hole the ladder steady, james
I remember stones thru muck
practice it took
a bit o luck
an’ ya dint get stuck
no cartwheels, please
come if yer arf goodlookin’
thread softly because you pierce my seams
Steps taken to help complete a path. A path which you have to follow. People guide you to take the right path, but you have to step in the right direction to secure the path that you are taking.
Taking steps helps people realise who you are. You can take steps to become friends with someone, take steps to become a better person, but the most important step is when you mean what you are going to do. When you want to step and finish what you started.
When you really want to get something done; that is when it counts.
Looming high and precarious, feet move deftly forward, as if on stints, propelled by invisible strings, like a mad puppeteer. Eyes quiver with fear; they are so large, so intimidating. Beads of sweat on the brow; the temple, gleaming on the tip of the nose beneath the brim of glasses. A clenched throat. He steps up the stairs once – and lets out his breath.
Step upon the walk of life taking all you see
Stumbling never once the walk of life is free
A step into the unknown
A stone into the sea
Untouchable with out your dreams
My next step I leaned to look around the corner. They were there! All of them. I eased back slowly. Then sitting low on one knee I gathered loose dirt from the sandy street and rubbed it into my hands. Readied my grip on my sword. Said the ancient prayer. And then rose to make them hear what they have ignored.
i like to walk and take steps
i like to learn dance steps
STEP BYE STEP
awesome song
:D
One two. Stairs, like an endless, spiral. There are four birds in the window, making noises that sound almost human. Maybe there are souls trapped inside. Maybe there are empty souls *outside*. Maybe all those birds–all four, with their beady little eyes–are like jars, and the rest of everyone is sitting in their shell, under a shade of hair. Maybe all those dead people milling around gave their spirits wing, and just their bodies are still waiting.
If you step back and look calmly at the world. Not judging, just looking, you might just see that the world isn’t so scary and mixed-up. If you step back you might see that people are born, live their lives and die. You might see how we are all so minute and beautifully insignificant. You might see the lives of people flash past. Amazing, fulfilling lives, alongside wasted ones. All gone almost as soon as they begin. The only difference from afar is how they are remembered.
run
cow
dub
jump
shore
beach
exercise
love
concrete
grass
asphalt
turn
swirl
shimmer
glory
step to it! the stairway to heaven. Step it up, work harder. There are 12 steps. But there is also a 13th step. Steps are stone or wood or concrete or carpeted or figurative.
Step 1 to get to step 2…
I stepped into the room without a clue of who I was. I remembered that only moments before I knew who I was, but now it all vanished before me like a breath in the wind. I was no one, I had no identity; I was just a human shell that knew how to survive with vital signs and communication. My personality was gone.
to step is not to mindlessly walk, or run. But to think and make the concious decision to step into li
you have got to take that first step. whatever the significance of that “first step” is to you. how hard it may be, you have to try, because as soon as you decide to take that one, forward step, there is no turning back. your doubts, fears and apprehensions; or perhaps the excitement, eagerness and the anticipation that you are feeling will fade and will became your reality.
no matter what the reason is, take the step.
we all have to move forward anyway.
isn’t that the rule of the game?
just one more. let the world fly past and spin into an uncontrollable abyss just a second behind you but don’t stop.
She took two steps towards the man laying on the ground. She could easily see blood all over, pooling beneath him. His hands had shackles and chains around them, and his wrists were raw. “Rio?” She called uncertainly, panic beginning to rise in her voice. “Rio, oh my god, RIO!” She ran the final steps to the man on the ground, putting her hands on his face and begging him over and over again to wake up. But nothing would work.