She crossed the intersection, knowing she wasn’t going to make it in time. Knowing she would never see him again, never touch him again…it would all be over in a splintered instant.
One thing that scares me about driving is you never know if there is a crazy driver out and about ready to run a red light. Or maybe its a little old granny that is driving with his/her oxygen tank hooked up (which scares the crap out of me already) and he/she can’t see the light or their reaction time is too slow. Moral of this is to slow down before going through an intersection!
It was a crossing. Where the light and the dark met. An intersection between fear and wonder. It’s where people say they see angels, spirits, and monsters. And it was the only way out.
So, we meet at a crossroads,
And life we find
Is a crossing of two souls
Just yours and mine
I deem it to be fine
Us stuck in time
Like the minds of some drug addicts
Stuck in time
As the boy came to the intersection, he slowed his pedaling and squeezed the breaks. He paused, staring straight ahead, then pushed off onto his journey again. Dim voices behind him faded out into the wind, and the breeze on his face felt better than the bitter battering of the voices it was used to.
Caught between a rock and a rock. He was separated out by two planes but nowhere closer to cruising altitude. He had fired too fast and now his bullets were gone, so he went and got loaded instead. He slid the glass down to the bartender once he’d emptied it and said, “Thanks, but no thanks.”
Stop! Stop and do not move. Ever again.
That was the last thought that ever ran through her mind as the car came careening forward. It almost creamed her, but the driver was alert. He happened to be a professional driver. What are the odds?
To herself, she died that day and came back. A child again, she learned to skip once more. The next Monday morning she moved to South Japan to play hoockey.
intersections can be dangerous… I don’t like intersections. They involve waiting and the potential for an accident. But they also let people cross to where they need to go… the transcend all sides of the streets. That’s pretty cool actually. I guess intersections can be alright.
One intersection is just one road crossing another, stretching out into eternity. Parallel lines are sad because they never meet, but intersections are sadder because they meet once and part paths forever, each running into another direction, never to meet again.
between the section , is that the cutting off . I don’t drive and it’s a driving term. Or maye in geometry there can be a line in a figure going through and it intersects say the triangleat what angle?
to secstion peoople is mainly an American word I think on cutting off mentally ill people from society . Giving them Asylum is a kinder term. it is a pleasant work of four syllables , it could be broken down into a lot of words , there are 5 syllaables , fice vlwels all slender with the exception of the o . A lot of words end in ion , ir is common . Alot of happenings coour at inntersetions where for instance a long road is intersected there pubs and road houses for coffee and shopping are sited . They talk about the M50 and how off the M50 you can find a dog pound,
streets busy streets traffic lights
moving men
men in business suits walking
trucks passing, zebra crossing
men in hats
lights, big lights red and yellow and green busy
moving
beeping
horns blasting as he crosses looking only one way
then looking the other because he hears a noise slowing down his face crumples rain starts to fall.
The spidery branches intersected forming a tunnel of sorts. They looked like witch’s arms, embracing us, trapping us. Small white mushrooms grew along the sides of the path, like little lost souls in the forest of misery. There was a constant crackling of the dry forgotten leaves as we walked through the forest. With every step I took I felt our fears intersecting into one another; sending a uniform chill down our spines.
cars. coming together. passing each other. like in life. we all intersect with one another, but how much do we really see of the people we pass by? do we notice them at all? sometimes we crash into people, or connect with them somehow, but mostly we just pass on by.
life could be lost.
when two become one, for a short amount of time. great things or terrible things could occur but you wont know until it has passed and it is the past
when ou see a car on the other side, you know you’re going to have to pass it somehow and pedestrianss also stand in your way of your monsterous vehicle. beware
He saw her at an intersection. She was beautiful – long hair, long legs, short skirt. She glanced his way, but he quickly turned his head, finding a street sign until she glanced away again.
He dreamed then. Of long legs and short skirts…of long nights and quiet beaches. Of love.
The intersection near round table and chevron has always bugged me. If you’re turning left, away from round table, you have to wait for eveeeryone going straight because they have the right of way. It takes really long because there’s a dip on there side, and nobody is brave enough to just go.
There comes a point in your life where you are at an intersection. You don’t know which way to go, what path to take. I have come to many intersections and crossroads throughout my short 19 years. Where to go to school, the people I spend my time with, the places I live. I am not proud of every turn I have taken…but it has gotten me to where I am today. Happy.
I come to intersections in my life. Intersections of work and play. Intersections of thought and ideas. Blank page and novel. Lines to works of art. Decisions are made. And intersections are pivotal.
crossroads, a divide in which we have the chance to make the ultimate decision. go on with our lives, following the same path we are on, or make a change.
Intersections are redundant, but necessary. I find myself at the same intersections almost everyday. That could be a metaphor for something but I don’t have enough time to really analyze it that way.
Seemingly it is in a constant state of change, this direction or that direction -
And if there is nothing more about these crossroads to be said
Maybe one day they’ll morph and overlap, because in my head -
Even if the lanes are empty the lights are always blinking, blurring, being
this is a place where cars stop or dreams find a corssroads where a path must be chosen. Its interesting that the first thing that should occur to one is traffic. I guess that explains how centered on the material my mind is. Really an intersection could mean anything. Especially if I really liked math. Which I do not. But that is besides the point. An intersection is where dreams go to realize
boy and girl or a car coming to an intersection. Either one a collision could happen or they can buypass each other. Both have different outcomes and can effect greatly.
It was at the intersection that she saw him, tall and lean, brown hair flipped over to one side of his head. He looked older than when she first laid eyes on him years ago, but good, he’d always had a face that was too young. She yearned to say something, anything, but words failed and she couldn’t do anything but point her eyes at her feet and hope that he didn’t notice her as they passed one another.
The Red light In the intersection was about to change. The sportscar next to us reved it’s motor as a challenge. I glared at the driver from my seat. I had no idea why they had challenged us maybe it was because of the new car we had just bought. Maybe we were challenging them. I don’t know. Despite all ramblings before this, I got ready to put the pedal to the metal.
The intersection was crowded. No where to go, four choices to choose from. One of the choices is the wrong one, another is the best, the one to the right of the best is that of the right path and the left one is a path not most choose. Which one will you pick?
at the intersection
of anger st and desire
stuck at a red light
picking fights with the people in the cross walk signs
drawing tic-tack-toe lines on my body
hoping to win
or lose –
just gain you
or let it go
so long as I’m ready for the green
so i can get away from this traffic machine
holding me here
in this birdcage
i need to get out
to nature
to the wild
to the wild santiy
my mind makes
when i’m out of the city of people
and confuison
diluted meanings
I wish i could be a better writer with more to say, and i wish this would flow better but i know that it would take hours maybe even days for me to be confident enough to actually give some, a piece of my own writing that i could be proud; confident about.. aahhhh gotta go
BAM! The jolt hit me like lightning through water. Who would have thought i could be the one, the adds, the posters, its all there. Yet i was that one, the in one hundred who failed to look. I failed to check.
she crossed the intersection and saw him staring threw the shop window. it was closed. he wore his black heavy snow coat, and mittens. she asked ” whats wrong?”
an intersection is where to lines meet. it can be an intersection of roads or an intersection in a life. major intersections can be both physical as in a highway or metaphorical as a major intersection in your life could be where you meet the love of your life or have your first child. they could also lead to new things swapping paths etc
She crossed the intersection, knowing she wasn’t going to make it in time. Knowing she would never see him again, never touch him again…it would all be over in a splintered instant.
By Ryan on 04.25.2011
One thing that scares me about driving is you never know if there is a crazy driver out and about ready to run a red light. Or maybe its a little old granny that is driving with his/her oxygen tank hooked up (which scares the crap out of me already) and he/she can’t see the light or their reaction time is too slow. Moral of this is to slow down before going through an intersection!
By Kari Norene on 04.25.2011
cars stopping
By mina on 04.25.2011
It was a crossing. Where the light and the dark met. An intersection between fear and wonder. It’s where people say they see angels, spirits, and monsters. And it was the only way out.
By Patrick Prejusa URL on 04.25.2011
So, we meet at a crossroads,
And life we find
Is a crossing of two souls
Just yours and mine
I deem it to be fine
Us stuck in time
Like the minds of some drug addicts
Stuck in time
By Dread on 04.25.2011
you get into it.. don’t be thinkin in tomorrow, life is just an intersection of ur body and ur soul.. don’t waste any sec..
By alvma! on 04.25.2011
cross roads in life. which way shall i go. left right right left.
By Donte kirby on 04.25.2011
As the boy came to the intersection, he slowed his pedaling and squeezed the breaks. He paused, staring straight ahead, then pushed off onto his journey again. Dim voices behind him faded out into the wind, and the breeze on his face felt better than the bitter battering of the voices it was used to.
By Eric on 04.25.2011
accident
By mina on 04.25.2011
Caught between a rock and a rock. He was separated out by two planes but nowhere closer to cruising altitude. He had fired too fast and now his bullets were gone, so he went and got loaded instead. He slid the glass down to the bartender once he’d emptied it and said, “Thanks, but no thanks.”
By WhipsmartMcCoy on 04.25.2011
Stop! Stop and do not move. Ever again.
That was the last thought that ever ran through her mind as the car came careening forward. It almost creamed her, but the driver was alert. He happened to be a professional driver. What are the odds?
To herself, she died that day and came back. A child again, she learned to skip once more. The next Monday morning she moved to South Japan to play hoockey.
By Dovikles on 04.25.2011
intersections can be dangerous… I don’t like intersections. They involve waiting and the potential for an accident. But they also let people cross to where they need to go… the transcend all sides of the streets. That’s pretty cool actually. I guess intersections can be alright.
By Sarah on 04.25.2011
One intersection is just one road crossing another, stretching out into eternity. Parallel lines are sad because they never meet, but intersections are sadder because they meet once and part paths forever, each running into another direction, never to meet again.
By Skäila URL on 04.25.2011
a road that has four streets for a car, bus, or truck to drive on.
By lulubelle234 on 04.25.2011
between the section , is that the cutting off . I don’t drive and it’s a driving term. Or maye in geometry there can be a line in a figure going through and it intersects say the triangleat what angle?
to secstion peoople is mainly an American word I think on cutting off mentally ill people from society . Giving them Asylum is a kinder term. it is a pleasant work of four syllables , it could be broken down into a lot of words , there are 5 syllaables , fice vlwels all slender with the exception of the o . A lot of words end in ion , ir is common . Alot of happenings coour at inntersetions where for instance a long road is intersected there pubs and road houses for coffee and shopping are sited . They talk about the M50 and how off the M50 you can find a dog pound,
By Anna Grogan URL on 04.25.2011
streets busy streets traffic lights
moving men
men in business suits walking
trucks passing, zebra crossing
men in hats
lights, big lights red and yellow and green busy
moving
beeping
horns blasting as he crosses looking only one way
then looking the other because he hears a noise slowing down his face crumples rain starts to fall.
By Hannah Chin URL on 04.25.2011
The spidery branches intersected forming a tunnel of sorts. They looked like witch’s arms, embracing us, trapping us. Small white mushrooms grew along the sides of the path, like little lost souls in the forest of misery. There was a constant crackling of the dry forgotten leaves as we walked through the forest. With every step I took I felt our fears intersecting into one another; sending a uniform chill down our spines.
By Priya URL on 04.25.2011
cars. coming together. passing each other. like in life. we all intersect with one another, but how much do we really see of the people we pass by? do we notice them at all? sometimes we crash into people, or connect with them somehow, but mostly we just pass on by.
By Allison on 04.25.2011
life could be lost.
when two become one, for a short amount of time. great things or terrible things could occur but you wont know until it has passed and it is the past
By Kaley Winters on 04.25.2011
when ou see a car on the other side, you know you’re going to have to pass it somehow and pedestrianss also stand in your way of your monsterous vehicle. beware
By Victoria on 04.25.2011
He saw her at an intersection. She was beautiful – long hair, long legs, short skirt. She glanced his way, but he quickly turned his head, finding a street sign until she glanced away again.
He dreamed then. Of long legs and short skirts…of long nights and quiet beaches. Of love.
Then she was gone.
By Travis on 04.25.2011
The intersection near round table and chevron has always bugged me. If you’re turning left, away from round table, you have to wait for eveeeryone going straight because they have the right of way. It takes really long because there’s a dip on there side, and nobody is brave enough to just go.
By Fermin Gonzalez on 04.25.2011
There comes a point in your life where you are at an intersection. You don’t know which way to go, what path to take. I have come to many intersections and crossroads throughout my short 19 years. Where to go to school, the people I spend my time with, the places I live. I am not proud of every turn I have taken…but it has gotten me to where I am today. Happy.
By Hannah on 04.25.2011
I come to intersections in my life. Intersections of work and play. Intersections of thought and ideas. Blank page and novel. Lines to works of art. Decisions are made. And intersections are pivotal.
By Alana Aweau on 04.25.2011
crossroads, a divide in which we have the chance to make the ultimate decision. go on with our lives, following the same path we are on, or make a change.
By natasha on 04.25.2011
Intersections are redundant, but necessary. I find myself at the same intersections almost everyday. That could be a metaphor for something but I don’t have enough time to really analyze it that way.
By TJ Linton on 04.25.2011
Seemingly it is in a constant state of change, this direction or that direction -
And if there is nothing more about these crossroads to be said
Maybe one day they’ll morph and overlap, because in my head -
Even if the lanes are empty the lights are always blinking, blurring, being
By HelenGrant URL on 04.25.2011
this is a place where cars stop or dreams find a corssroads where a path must be chosen. Its interesting that the first thing that should occur to one is traffic. I guess that explains how centered on the material my mind is. Really an intersection could mean anything. Especially if I really liked math. Which I do not. But that is besides the point. An intersection is where dreams go to realize
By Emily on 04.25.2011
boy and girl or a car coming to an intersection. Either one a collision could happen or they can buypass each other. Both have different outcomes and can effect greatly.
By Laura Drost on 04.25.2011
It was at the intersection that she saw him, tall and lean, brown hair flipped over to one side of his head. He looked older than when she first laid eyes on him years ago, but good, he’d always had a face that was too young. She yearned to say something, anything, but words failed and she couldn’t do anything but point her eyes at her feet and hope that he didn’t notice her as they passed one another.
By EKelly on 04.25.2011
The Red light In the intersection was about to change. The sportscar next to us reved it’s motor as a challenge. I glared at the driver from my seat. I had no idea why they had challenged us maybe it was because of the new car we had just bought. Maybe we were challenging them. I don’t know. Despite all ramblings before this, I got ready to put the pedal to the metal.
By Lauren Hikiro on 04.25.2011
this is where our lives will intersect.
i will be waiting.
By Raida Kabir URL on 04.25.2011
The intersection was crowded. No where to go, four choices to choose from. One of the choices is the wrong one, another is the best, the one to the right of the best is that of the right path and the left one is a path not most choose. Which one will you pick?
By Nick.Naps. URL on 04.25.2011
one-way two-way four-way, there’s a decision at every turn and I’m far too frightened to even start the car
By Grace URL on 04.25.2011
at the intersection
of anger st and desire
stuck at a red light
picking fights with the people in the cross walk signs
drawing tic-tack-toe lines on my body
hoping to win
or lose –
just gain you
or let it go
so long as I’m ready for the green
so i can get away from this traffic machine
holding me here
in this birdcage
i need to get out
to nature
to the wild
to the wild santiy
my mind makes
when i’m out of the city of people
and confuison
diluted meanings
and just breath
By Tescia Schell URL on 04.25.2011
I wish i could be a better writer with more to say, and i wish this would flow better but i know that it would take hours maybe even days for me to be confident enough to actually give some, a piece of my own writing that i could be proud; confident about.. aahhhh gotta go
By jack mullen URL on 04.25.2011
BAM! The jolt hit me like lightning through water. Who would have thought i could be the one, the adds, the posters, its all there. Yet i was that one, the in one hundred who failed to look. I failed to check.
By Alea URL on 04.25.2011
Its the something that is in the middle of everything.
By Niv on 04.25.2011
she crossed the intersection and saw him staring threw the shop window. it was closed. he wore his black heavy snow coat, and mittens. she asked ” whats wrong?”
By Kathryn on 04.25.2011
an intersection is where to lines meet. it can be an intersection of roads or an intersection in a life. major intersections can be both physical as in a highway or metaphorical as a major intersection in your life could be where you meet the love of your life or have your first child. they could also lead to new things swapping paths etc
By Justin butler on 04.25.2011