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The night awaits, sleepless
along the road
nothing will change
nothing but this feeling
this rush prevails.
By Yoshi Vasovagal on 08.09.2011
Something I’ll be able to do in December. I’m the last of my friends, and it seems so simple now. All that I’m waiting for is keys and an empty road, then I’m kissing this old life goodbye. I’m going somewhere far, far away. Somewhere where the clouds touch the earth and the water licks the sand.
By Sam on 08.09.2011
driving along the lonely road
only you on my mind
wondering if i’m on yours
wondering if you feel the way
i feel for you.
rain beating down on the windshield
to the beat of my heart
By zoe on 08.09.2011
Driving throughout our beautifully confusing country, I have seen what I shall never see anywhere else. I have seen the rich, the poor; the spoiled, the grateful; the happy, the grumpy; the idiotic, the brave. I have seen everything, I have loved everything. With all our imperfections and hard times, we remain the best things I’ve ever seen. While driving, while looking; I see myself in everything around me.
By fuaadan URL on 08.09.2011
You should be safe while driving because you could die. you could get in a crash and die. light poles… other cars..and people. so its like please dont text and drive cause you could kill someone. so be carefull for whatever you do!
By ashley on 08.09.2011
i want to drive but i still can’t get my license yet because I’m only 17 but my parents are pushing me to drive and stuff almost all of the time and i have no idea how I’m going to do this. It scares me, i could die, i could kill someone why woud i subject myself to that risk although i really do need to get places easier and more efficiently and the only way i can do that is driving really i don’t see any other option so yeah i guess .
By Nerden on 08.09.2011
I was driving down the road to the dead end in our neighborhood where the red brick wall stood. Would I stop?
By Stephanie on 08.09.2011
Hahahah – A guy broke into my apartment last week. He didn’t take the T.V, just the remote. Now he drives by and changes the channel…Sick bastard.
By Saskia on 08.09.2011
i drive too recklessly.
it’s not dangerous. it’s just not safe.
and i should drive like a snail considering driving took away the most important person in my life.
i never even listen to my own advice.
it’s going to kill me one day. literally.
By sarah marie URL on 08.09.2011
So today I went driving (Or so I guess that’s what one would call it) on my boyfriend’s moped. Man, I hate that word. “Boyfriend.” It’s silly. Anyways, we were supposed to go to the gym but I wasn’t allowed in because I was too young. We just went back to my house.
By Lafayette URL on 08.09.2011
Driving- the sole purpose we have anal decapitators installed within our sexual organs… not because we have the choice to, but because the modern-day fornicators allow us to. We are one, but we are not the same; let us choose each others premises in the night sky.
Let us conceive what has not been meant to be conceived. Let us go into the driven glory of voyeuristic assumptions.
By Anonymous on 08.09.2011
Sitting with our head leaning out the window, feeling the wind giving you chills straight down to your toes. Your eyelashes flicker and shoulders turn icy cold. Trees lean over the car, ghostly figures waving at you in the breeze.
By Giovana URL on 08.09.2011
I like driving int he rain. it reminds me of swimming in the air. or like flying through the sea. Maybe driving a bus would be fun. you get o see all different kinds of places.
By Annelise on 08.09.2011
don’t think, just write~ exactly the perpetual consideration i am endevoring at this persise moment. i do not care for my gramatical or punctual errors. as they are not functional in the material world. i say one glorius “FUCK YOU” to modern-day antidisestablishmentarianism.
good night, and goodbye,
-your one beloved son
through the sheer anonymous mask of this town
past streaks of nothing, glimpses of everything
blink and you’ll be lost
and hope you get found
with tears painting patterns on your face
no longer a small town nothing
By Annie URL on 08.09.2011
Down the coast with the seabreeze whipping through my hair. Without a care. You’re there. A we need is sun and sand. And your hand. In mine. The goo
By Melanie URL on 08.09.2011
wI was driving I sw the most amazinf site a beautiful spring filled with mermaids was it my imgination or reality I think I’ll never know it was gone in a blink of an eye leaving me astonished and wondering if I was loosing it my imaginations always ran wild but this no can’t be I pulled over just to get a grip wanting to turn around and see ifI could see again
By matthew URL on 08.09.2011
Sometimes I have nightmares where I’m the passenger in a car, and when I look over to see who’s driving and it’s a skeleton or a dog or some other thing that can’t drive, and the car swerves out of control and I don’t know how to stop it. I’ve been having this nightmare my whole life.
By Ashums URL on 08.09.2011
She was paying attention– really, she had been. Sometimes luck just wasn’t on her side, ya know? The memory always played back like slow motion– her rounding the corner, the red car pulling out of the driveway ahead, the driver’s “oh shit” expression…. and then the collision, the crunch of metal and plastic and shattered glass.
By Courka URL on 08.09.2011
Is dangerous and I hate spending money on gas and it makes me feel like I am being lazy and it is a waste of time and it is polluting my earth and too many idiots can use a car and we should just all walk together and enjoy life on foot.
By Bri on 08.09.2011
I remember the inspiration for my first occasional paper. It was the song “Sometimes Closure Doesn’t”– nevermind. That wasn’t even the song name. Anyway, I was driving past the park. Or so it seemed in my paper. I outlined my entire highschool career in that occasional paper for English. I used a lot of metaphors that my class didn’t like. They never really wanted me to read my papers after that. But, at least I fell further in love with my writing.
By Hannah Danielle URL on 08.09.2011
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By aubrey english on 08.09.2011
amazing , awesome, i like it. crazy about it.
By Sajid Pandit on 08.09.2011
the road wound around the rock. trees on both sides. as it had been all the kilometers before. ah when would there be some change it was dull dull dull. and then out of no where a giant truck coming straight at the small car that i was in.
By Corinne URL on 08.09.2011
one day, I was driving on the road, and I like saw this HUGE sloth, it was like a million times bigger than an elephant, and I was like, I’m pre-mass extinction, and then I thought, i could see mammoths! like i was so excited. that day I rode a mammoth and it was soooooo furry and soft!! like yeah!!! ad the sloth, it wasn’t the biggest one. there was also bigger ones that were 10x the size of that giant one. it was AWESOME. what a day. and there were short faced bears and giraffes with horns it was so weird, I thought it was a dream. but no. it was all real. I checked with my geology teacher.
By j on 08.09.2011
i love to drive alone. i love the feeling of being able to go fast. of being able to listen to the music i want to and being able to sing along. i love red cars but my car is white. i hate stop signs and red lights. i almost ran one the other day. oops. i love my car. her name is patty. she is reallly cuute. my mom wrecked her though.
By ell on 08.09.2011
I hate driving alone unless I have good music. I hate driving in heavy rain and I hate it when you cannot see from the sun shinning too bright while you are driving. I loved driving in the back of my Dads truck when helping pile wood in the fall. I remember the first time I drove a car and it was steered into the ditch.
By jj on 08.09.2011
I love driving. I enjoy it very much. My husband hates it and doesn’t seem to care that I like to do the driving at all.
By tig6 URL on 08.09.2011
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By Viviana on 08.09.2011
trust the process
it’s worth it
By violeta on 08.09.2011
The whole world is constantly driving. Striving directed by a mysterious creature or being. Driving is when a force pushes you towards a definite direction.
By theresa Zuloaga URL on 08.09.2011
the wind is in my hair like in both sides now with the bouncy beating throb of the carnival and the crazy thrown around feeling of the zipper, getting his attention, trying to get him to kisten to engage, to be there in the blue moonlight, I did it, I didn’t clam up and shut down, I asked him what he thought and he didn’t agree with me, but I was there man, I was there. It felt like the ring of endless light.
By suz URL on 08.09.2011
I was driving down the road today.
By Erica Clark on 08.09.2011
You cant drive your life based on whims, impulses, and not analyzing your decisions.
We need to take the wheel of our destiny, we need to be sure of what we want. And we cant let things happen to us, we make them happen.
Don’t let other people fool you, when they dont feel the same way you do for them. You’re just an option when they’re bored.
By mslt URL on 08.09.2011
I think about the first memory I have driving. I was sitting on my dad’s lap and we were headed down some gravel country road. I don’t quite remember any details, but he let me know one day I owuld be taking people’s lives into my hands. He taught me not to fool around and be careful. I think of all the drivers out there e
By sarah on 08.09.2011
when i drive its like i’m in every movie i have ever loved. nothing can go wrong. i realize just how many experiences people share. I never feel alone driving, I look to my left, my right and I see faces. Strangers, just waiting for the next exit.
By olivia on 08.09.2011
I was driving in the car and I hit a tree. It kinda hurt, but it hurt the car more than me. Poor car. They don’t make seat belts for cars. Just for people. Airbags, too. That’s not really fair for the cars. Especially if it’s alive, like Herbie or KITT. Oh well.
By DR on 08.09.2011
driving eases my mind. right now at this moment in time all i want to do is be driving my boyfriends jeep from here in ct where i live to where he is on long island. i saw him on sunday and its only tuesday and he is driving my head insane still
By courtney on 08.09.2011
Driving through the desert, wind in hair. Tendrils whispering around her face. Her eyes twinkled in the blinding sunlight, bouncing off the golden sand that swathed the landscape. She was lost, but being lost was better than being found. She could run for all eternity.
By Sophie Munden URL on 08.09.2011
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