i stride to believe. i want to live in peace with everyone who wises to push forward and better their lives. i want people to want me because i strive to live for something better than what i already have.
Star
Take things in stride. What does that even mean? We take so many strides, or steps, in life that a single one is insignificant? What if within that stride you stepped over a mountain, or a river, or flames, or your mother in law? That’s pretty significant if you ask me. Don’t take something in stride, just take strides.
We strode together slowly, along the promenade, hand in hand. The air was cool and daylight was starting to fall away. It was one of those moments that was perfect and you never wanted it to end. Even as goosebumps started to run up and down my arms and I fumbled for words to say.
You may stride down a gilded hallway majestically, cape swirling around your shoulders and crown proudly upon your brow. I will make sure that you stumble when you see me, though. I’m not one to bow down or become cast aside. You will break when you see me and then, maybe then, I will feel that my vengeance is complete.
Striding up and down the corridor, looking at closed doors, wishing they were open, and looking at open doors and wishing they were closed. Some secrets are meant to be open books for everyone to read and some are meant to be hidden where no one can see, but no matter which they are, it always seems that the grass is always greener on the other side.
abbys
Hooves galloped towards us, but we held our ground. Soldiers strode in from all ends, it was impossible to escape now. My dearest Cleopatra, I’m so sorry for having failed you.
Dizzy Phantasm
“Take it in stride,” my dad used to say. I still take that advice on a daily basis – especially when dealing with my own kids.
John
My strides were smooth. I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth. I ignored the pain in the side of my stomach. I let my mind go blank and not worry about everything that had been pushing in all around me, overwhelming me. I let these minutes and these strides make everything fall away.
I took it in stride. He was angry. This wasn’t permanent. This was just a bad day.
I took it in stride. He didn’t mean the things he was saying. He just wasn’t thinking.
I took it in stride. He would never hit me on purpose. He was just overwhelmed.
I took it in stride. He loved me. It was just hidden behind all of the screaming.
He broke into a quick stride through the airport trying to catch up with. “Michelle,” he yelled as he pushed past people and their luggage. His heart began to beat as if someone was trying to break out of his chest with a hammer.
She looked down at the floor. There was something colorful. She could smell It too. It smelt so sweet. out of curiosity she flipped it over and saw the S with a few empty rappers and frowned. “No stride for me I guess…”
Liz
The jogger set out at a slow pace and easily fell into a comfortable stride. The cool morning breeze felt good blowing through her hair, and it raised goose bumps on her bare arms.
Jessica
Beaten, broken, hurt, belittled.
Never able to walk with pride?
Shame on you.
Through the fire and over broken glass I stride.
His strides composed of impossibly long steps, and no matter how I hurried after him, he was always ahead of me, and not just in walking. Eventually, I realized this would never change.
sentinel's glory
Taking a stride downtown
Taking the omnidirectional torment
Take it all in because it won’t go away
Fake it all out and put on a smile.
One foot in front of the other
a movement
defining personality
rather than vision.
You are the way you move
And you move slyly,
confidently,
You move like a true man.
Hiding your cowardice.
Tiffany N
Gotta keep stride, long, but worth the energy.
you know
the way his left hip shifted upward
when his right foot hit the ground
sent electrical impulses up my spine;
my track coach told me i should work on my stride and i was like wow ray i just got back to practicing from injuring my self i sprained my ankle i’m gonna work on running first but i’ll get to it eventually ok but then he was like ok but its important.
emma
He kept going, never breaking stride despite the obvious difficulties. Because if there was one thing he was certian of, it was that to stop now would mean the end of not only him, but everyone who depended on him as well.
The way in which we move forward. The only way to get through life. We take things in stride we do what we have to. It’s a means survival, and those who don’t know that will figure it out soon enough. Whether it’s through acheivement or extinction.
kmax
Take it all in stride. Don’t pull up. No stutter-steps. Crush what falls under your shoe. It’s in your way. You own it.
running through space and time. moving foward. chwing gum.
Asa
Her strides were short and choppy, awkward as she tried to step only in the squares. They gave her funny looks but she knew they wouldn’t understand. This was how she breathed normally. If she didn’t focus on stepping perfectly into those little tile squares, she would loose her mind.
and you stride away from me
those loping, long strides
i used to love
i used to love everything about you
the hair in your eyes
to your untied shoes
but now
you walk away
and i hate you for it.
i hate you.
Stride is pretty, I am pretty strident. Some greek god had a trident!
Stride is something lowlives do. Like you, probably your mother too.
Asswipe.
Simon
Side by side, we run. I yell out to him, “Cover me!” He doesn’t hear. I slipped and fell, gashing my hand, but still trying to combat them. They closed in on me. I fired once, twice, and as my hand closed around the trigger for a third time, I felt something sink into my shoulder.
i can’t help it. when i hear your name, i see in my mind a white wrapper. with a tightlipped smile, you gave me a piece of gum. “take it easy,” you said.
I fell today while Bella was chasing me in mid stride. I stride while i play sports. I
Mrs. B
He walked majestically, in a hypnotic, fascinating sort of way. His walk was the kind of walk that made everyone in the room stop and stare.
Chas Gore
Waltzing into the room, your gait is definitive and poignant. As nameless faces ever so slowly drift out of the four walls that enclose us, the walk that was once so assured becomes more timid. More unsure. You falter; your gait becomes something else. A dance I can match, most assuredly, a dance that is just for you and I. We are unsure, and we are alright with that sentiment as we create our own direction: our own stride.
as he walked down the street and i though that he would turn around, look back once more. just that one last glance over the shoulder, to see my face once more, before he strode out of my life forever.
laine
I want to stride forth every day to greater wealth and fortune of knowledge for myself.
Mary Lou Wynegar
to walk with my head held up high. in control and focused. strength, pride and a feeling of knowing.
N.T.
Walking out of the year and a half relationship, she knew she would never be taken advantage of again. Strides from both of them taken in opposite directions never felt better.
Her stride was long and quick as she fled from her home. She would return later, but just for now she needed to run. She needed to disappear.
i stride to believe. i want to live in peace with everyone who wises to push forward and better their lives. i want people to want me because i strive to live for something better than what i already have.
Take things in stride. What does that even mean? We take so many strides, or steps, in life that a single one is insignificant? What if within that stride you stepped over a mountain, or a river, or flames, or your mother in law? That’s pretty significant if you ask me. Don’t take something in stride, just take strides.
We strode together slowly, along the promenade, hand in hand. The air was cool and daylight was starting to fall away. It was one of those moments that was perfect and you never wanted it to end. Even as goosebumps started to run up and down my arms and I fumbled for words to say.
You may stride down a gilded hallway majestically, cape swirling around your shoulders and crown proudly upon your brow. I will make sure that you stumble when you see me, though. I’m not one to bow down or become cast aside. You will break when you see me and then, maybe then, I will feel that my vengeance is complete.
Striding up and down the corridor, looking at closed doors, wishing they were open, and looking at open doors and wishing they were closed. Some secrets are meant to be open books for everyone to read and some are meant to be hidden where no one can see, but no matter which they are, it always seems that the grass is always greener on the other side.
Hooves galloped towards us, but we held our ground. Soldiers strode in from all ends, it was impossible to escape now. My dearest Cleopatra, I’m so sorry for having failed you.
“Take it in stride,” my dad used to say. I still take that advice on a daily basis – especially when dealing with my own kids.
My strides were smooth. I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth. I ignored the pain in the side of my stomach. I let my mind go blank and not worry about everything that had been pushing in all around me, overwhelming me. I let these minutes and these strides make everything fall away.
I took it in stride. He was angry. This wasn’t permanent. This was just a bad day.
I took it in stride. He didn’t mean the things he was saying. He just wasn’t thinking.
I took it in stride. He would never hit me on purpose. He was just overwhelmed.
I took it in stride. He loved me. It was just hidden behind all of the screaming.
Can you hit your stride in a situation that damages your soul? Can you be purposeful before finding a purpose?
take a stride into a new day
don’t let anyone tell you what do say
you’re the only one who matters, anyway
take a chance for romance
take big strides.
He broke into a quick stride through the airport trying to catch up with. “Michelle,” he yelled as he pushed past people and their luggage. His heart began to beat as if someone was trying to break out of his chest with a hammer.
She looked down at the floor. There was something colorful. She could smell It too. It smelt so sweet. out of curiosity she flipped it over and saw the S with a few empty rappers and frowned. “No stride for me I guess…”
The jogger set out at a slow pace and easily fell into a comfortable stride. The cool morning breeze felt good blowing through her hair, and it raised goose bumps on her bare arms.
Beaten, broken, hurt, belittled.
Never able to walk with pride?
Shame on you.
Through the fire and over broken glass I stride.
His strides composed of impossibly long steps, and no matter how I hurried after him, he was always ahead of me, and not just in walking. Eventually, I realized this would never change.
Taking a stride downtown
Taking the omnidirectional torment
Take it all in because it won’t go away
Fake it all out and put on a smile.
One foot in front of the other
a movement
defining personality
rather than vision.
You are the way you move
And you move slyly,
confidently,
You move like a true man.
Hiding your cowardice.
Gotta keep stride, long, but worth the energy.
the way his left hip shifted upward
when his right foot hit the ground
sent electrical impulses up my spine;
this was a sign,
i am sure of it.
I take everything in stride-that way when someone falls through (which they always seem to do) I don’t get too disappointed.
my track coach told me i should work on my stride and i was like wow ray i just got back to practicing from injuring my self i sprained my ankle i’m gonna work on running first but i’ll get to it eventually ok but then he was like ok but its important.
He kept going, never breaking stride despite the obvious difficulties. Because if there was one thing he was certian of, it was that to stop now would mean the end of not only him, but everyone who depended on him as well.
The way in which we move forward. The only way to get through life. We take things in stride we do what we have to. It’s a means survival, and those who don’t know that will figure it out soon enough. Whether it’s through acheivement or extinction.
Take it all in stride. Don’t pull up. No stutter-steps. Crush what falls under your shoe. It’s in your way. You own it.
running through space and time. moving foward. chwing gum.
Her strides were short and choppy, awkward as she tried to step only in the squares. They gave her funny looks but she knew they wouldn’t understand. This was how she breathed normally. If she didn’t focus on stepping perfectly into those little tile squares, she would loose her mind.
and you stride away from me
those loping, long strides
i used to love
i used to love everything about you
the hair in your eyes
to your untied shoes
but now
you walk away
and i hate you for it.
i hate you.
Stride is pretty, I am pretty strident. Some greek god had a trident!
Stride is something lowlives do. Like you, probably your mother too.
Asswipe.
Side by side, we run. I yell out to him, “Cover me!” He doesn’t hear. I slipped and fell, gashing my hand, but still trying to combat them. They closed in on me. I fired once, twice, and as my hand closed around the trigger for a third time, I felt something sink into my shoulder.
Striding through my life…
Do I miss something in my stridency?
Am I too confidant? Not enough? I am only faking it, does that count?
I wonder how to catch the ephemeral butterflies I suspect haunt just behind the air.
i can’t help it. when i hear your name, i see in my mind a white wrapper. with a tightlipped smile, you gave me a piece of gum. “take it easy,” you said.
stride gum has never tasted so bitter.
I fell today while Bella was chasing me in mid stride. I stride while i play sports. I
He walked majestically, in a hypnotic, fascinating sort of way. His walk was the kind of walk that made everyone in the room stop and stare.
Waltzing into the room, your gait is definitive and poignant. As nameless faces ever so slowly drift out of the four walls that enclose us, the walk that was once so assured becomes more timid. More unsure. You falter; your gait becomes something else. A dance I can match, most assuredly, a dance that is just for you and I. We are unsure, and we are alright with that sentiment as we create our own direction: our own stride.
as he walked down the street and i though that he would turn around, look back once more. just that one last glance over the shoulder, to see my face once more, before he strode out of my life forever.
I want to stride forth every day to greater wealth and fortune of knowledge for myself.
to walk with my head held up high. in control and focused. strength, pride and a feeling of knowing.
Walking out of the year and a half relationship, she knew she would never be taken advantage of again. Strides from both of them taken in opposite directions never felt better.