There’s several different ways to describe an intersection; a part of a road/highway, a life, anything really. I don’t know what to say because this is an intersection between my mind and my hands, my heart and my soul, my lips and my inner thoughts and everything in between. We’re all intersections, really. A crossroads between animals and gods, a deity, a perfect combination of imperfect things. Really, we’re all intersections because the only thing we want is to love, and love is that darned crossroad between floating and falling.
Of traffic, of lives. Red, green, yellow – wait! Caution, something is about to tell you to stop. Will you follow the rules of the authorities set above you that you didn’t choose? Will you fight, and maybe lose the life you’re striving to free?
an intersection of the heart and the mind
is all that i long for
a time a place to
center my emotions,
cure my dreams
to the curve of my spine
so that each time i breathe
i breathe in time
I stand now at an intersection. Two paths lie before me. One is scenic and looks easy, but I can see that it does not go very far, and where can such a road take me? One the left, I see a road, also scenic, that is riddled with hills and mountains. I know that soon, my legs will shake in pain, and my throat will yearn for a solitary drop of water, but I will go on, because I know that I didn’t take the easy way out, and I will emerge a better person because of it. I see you now, your face befuddled, and your hair wound around your finger. You stand at an intersection. One path hazardous, and the other relaxing. Which will you take?
scrutiny at the crosswalk. do i go or do i stay? we look at each other and exchange glances beaded with sweat. we look down at our feet and think about a hug. the clouds overhead cinch together in clandestine warmth. crossections.
I’ve come to an intersection in my life. I don’t know which way to turn. One way seems to lead to you. The other way is what has always been expected of me. The way of my family and friends, the way I’ve been going. And I’ve been happy on that road, I think…I’m afraid of turning towards you, because that means stepping into the unknown, and that absolutely terrifies me.
the point at which you crash into me and I can’t see anything but the tips of your eyelashes because you are so close to me. I can’t feel anything but your arm gently guiding me in the right direction. I can’t hear anything but your voice, calling me back to you. All because I tripped.
a road.. with cars and people stopping at an intersection.. stop signs and shit school buses with kids getting of, car crashes people getting all fucked up from drunken drives cruising through an instersection…
what the hell does somebody write about a fucking intersection? waste of time really.. sometimes theres lights sometimes theres stop signs sometimes yeild signs.
where do i go. what will i do. what will i become. Intersection. either way i know the path i take, will be the one directed by God. Keep the faith, stay strong, and lead not until thine own understanding…amen. Yield!
Intersections are tricky, for they imply either changing direction or passing another direction by. If you go one way, you loose all of the opportunities and adventures and people down the other, but if you go down the other you loose all of the opportunities and adventures and people on your original path.
I pulled up to the intersection and came to a slow halt as the light flashed from dull yellow to a burning red. After waiting patiently for over twenty-five minutes behind a line of vehicles which all seemed to be at least a mile high, I ask myself, “what’s another minute or two?” These days I will find any excuse to ask myself questions like that, searching every crevice of my brain for answers, reasons, distractions, anything that will keep me from having to return to my cold, empty apartment even a minute sooner than
there is an intersection near my home that has probably seen too much pain. there are five stop signs that lead into it – four is a crowd, five is a chaotic pitch of metal flies whirring about, each with a destination more important to get to than the other.
three hundred years ago, george washington called a small stone structure, now built into a house, his bunker. i wonder how many little leaden insects whistled a chilling tune. the jaws of life could not save a young boy with blood in his tricorne cap.
Faced with a choice. I stand at the crossroads now. Two paths lie before me. One looks easy but doesn’t seem to lead anywhere. The other is riddled with hills and mountains. I take a deep breath and walk forward. Soon, I know, my legs will hurt, and my throat will crave for a solitary drop of water, but I will keep going because I will know that I didn’t take the easy way out. I see you now. Your face befuddled, and your hair wound around your finger as your faced with two paths. Which will you take?
This is something that you see on streets. People get into accidents a lot of times in an intersection, because it’s when two streets meet. Often times, it has the busiest traffic and that’s where people drive and/or walk. I love intersections because it signals busyness and life happening. Intersect – to join! And I don’t know what else to say.
not at the intersection, no wee were far past that by then. the intersection didn’t matter anymore, it was a straight path, clear trajectory, no choices anymore unless you wanted to drive through the dryest sand you ever tasted. no, we were past intersectionality
oh lord it just reminds me of how my brother just got rear-ended the other day like a few weeks after he got his license … smooth right. some lady texting. way to be. he was freakin stopped too. smh
i had no idea. i just sat there. the choices in life were so many – and i was just one. this intersection between kid and adult – sometimes i inch into adult territory. just a little. but mostly, i sit. in the in-between. sometimes, the decision to to decide is just too hard.
A cross-road that divides people. Four directions that lead to different destinations. It’s dangerous and causes death. People get annoyed and aggravated at the red lights. A point where two roads meet. A point were two lives meet.
i was walking down an enless bath of rain and there were was no place to get except here. I thought isnt this lovely and steppon on a horse, to find my way home and then found i went against my word. there was nothing left for me to do byut sit and stare at the ground, when i found a penny and realized i could make a million dollars by just opening my voice to the world. hey theres a thought, and then i realized
I really find that intersections are scary. Full of vulnerabilities and wrong choices. I really wish that we had just one ways. Everyone one knows where they’re going, but more importantly, everyone knows where everyone else is going.
we are human beings. we know not if it is best to turn to the left or right, to continue forward, or to go backward. we can only have faith that our creator (who knows best) will guide us in all decisions when we best listen to him and place our trust in his ultimate plan. all intersections force us to decide whether or not we’ll trust in him.
there are paths to the left and to the right. sometimes you have the option to go forward or even backward. we often do not know the best direction to take when facing an intersection, and we fear of making the wrong turn. about that – how do we know the best route? how do we know what is best for our lives? i don’t believe we ever can be truly certain. we are human beings; creations. we know not which direction to take at an intersection. we must have confidence that our creator will guide us when we best listen to his advice.
Intersection. A word normally connected to roads and cars. To a romantic, an intersection meant two people meeting at a single point in their lives. Who knows what could happen with an intersection?
Inbetween the seconds of our interchanges lies the intersection of our words. The light is red, yellow, and green all at one time and I can’t make out your traffic signals.
In traffic, the intersection is the place through which everyone wants to drive at once. It is only the traffic lights that keeps things regulated. People listen to those lights, those inanimate objects. They listen to them, and save lives. It is funny that with all this war in the world, most disputes are solved by colorful lights.
at the street, they sat. they were both tired from a long day. but as the lights changed from red to green, they looked at each other. tonight was different. it was warm outside, and they were together. nothing would change that.
Standing at the intersection of my life, I simply wanted someone to hold my hand on this new treacherous route. I am afraid, terribly afraid that I may not not measure up…. I need you, in a way I cant explain!
the intersection is long and narrow. with several different stop signs and lights pointed in all directions. it is almost impossible to get through it without narrowly avoiding another car or even a person! or perhaps a dog or a kid on a bike or something.
Today I was at an intersection and I ran over a curb. I freaked out… My driver’s test is in a couple days and I don’t want to fail. I need so desperately to be independent, I am trapped here.
intersections scare me. if your not careful you’ll get hit my a car. my intersection is dangerous at night cause of the gangsters. my friend got hit off his bike at a hairy intersection. shits fucked up.
Idiots! What the heck are you always complaining about? It’s all madness! One day someone is pushed to the edge and the next day they’re thrown in the intersection. If we could all get our marbles in order maybe the grassy meadow wouldn’t burn to ash everyday. Maybe the sun might reflect off the golden shoots of the plains. But no! All we do is p*ss on the next guy’s leg and then moan in his wife’s ear.
it could’ve been like the intersection of two lovers; meeting at the hipbones for the first time, departing, meeting, skin against skin like collisions of nebulae, intertangled.
it could’ve been–all that there could have been—
the saddest catch and release.
The crossroads. The place in life where you make a decision is like an intersection. Stop, go, turn right, turn left, make a U-turn. Stare at the person in the car next to you. Stare into the horizion. Stare at the steering wheel. Sit in silence.
when i walk into the intersection, i see lots of people walking around me i’m scared of the cars and how they don’t pay enough attention to their surroundings. if they hit me i’ll cry and die alone, without my family or friends to help me. i cant do this alone, my life needs help
interection is a word it is a word that i think of when i hear the word intersection i thought that maybe i would write about interestions but i am not writing about interestions exactly. i anm spelling it wrong every time though. te
i walk into an intersection on day, and i saw a red car, made of internet dragons, i was riding the the freways and ended up in the dark despiar of mud into the hair of course gold buildings,. one day while i was riding a cart made of golden baanans wheels, i was playing mario cart.
There’s several different ways to describe an intersection; a part of a road/highway, a life, anything really. I don’t know what to say because this is an intersection between my mind and my hands, my heart and my soul, my lips and my inner thoughts and everything in between. We’re all intersections, really. A crossroads between animals and gods, a deity, a perfect combination of imperfect things. Really, we’re all intersections because the only thing we want is to love, and love is that darned crossroad between floating and falling.
Of traffic, of lives. Red, green, yellow – wait! Caution, something is about to tell you to stop. Will you follow the rules of the authorities set above you that you didn’t choose? Will you fight, and maybe lose the life you’re striving to free?
an intersection of the heart and the mind
is all that i long for
a time a place to
center my emotions,
cure my dreams
to the curve of my spine
so that each time i breathe
i breathe in time
I stand now at an intersection. Two paths lie before me. One is scenic and looks easy, but I can see that it does not go very far, and where can such a road take me? One the left, I see a road, also scenic, that is riddled with hills and mountains. I know that soon, my legs will shake in pain, and my throat will yearn for a solitary drop of water, but I will go on, because I know that I didn’t take the easy way out, and I will emerge a better person because of it. I see you now, your face befuddled, and your hair wound around your finger. You stand at an intersection. One path hazardous, and the other relaxing. Which will you take?
scrutiny at the crosswalk. do i go or do i stay? we look at each other and exchange glances beaded with sweat. we look down at our feet and think about a hug. the clouds overhead cinch together in clandestine warmth. crossections.
I’ve come to an intersection in my life. I don’t know which way to turn. One way seems to lead to you. The other way is what has always been expected of me. The way of my family and friends, the way I’ve been going. And I’ve been happy on that road, I think…I’m afraid of turning towards you, because that means stepping into the unknown, and that absolutely terrifies me.
I think intersections are helpful, they are crosses among two lines. An x a cross a T, whatever it may be, they are necessary and neat.
the point at which you crash into me and I can’t see anything but the tips of your eyelashes because you are so close to me. I can’t feel anything but your arm gently guiding me in the right direction. I can’t hear anything but your voice, calling me back to you. All because I tripped.
a road.. with cars and people stopping at an intersection.. stop signs and shit school buses with kids getting of, car crashes people getting all fucked up from drunken drives cruising through an instersection…
what the hell does somebody write about a fucking intersection? waste of time really.. sometimes theres lights sometimes theres stop signs sometimes yeild signs.
where do i go. what will i do. what will i become. Intersection. either way i know the path i take, will be the one directed by God. Keep the faith, stay strong, and lead not until thine own understanding…amen. Yield!
Intersections are tricky, for they imply either changing direction or passing another direction by. If you go one way, you loose all of the opportunities and adventures and people down the other, but if you go down the other you loose all of the opportunities and adventures and people on your original path.
I pulled up to the intersection and came to a slow halt as the light flashed from dull yellow to a burning red. After waiting patiently for over twenty-five minutes behind a line of vehicles which all seemed to be at least a mile high, I ask myself, “what’s another minute or two?” These days I will find any excuse to ask myself questions like that, searching every crevice of my brain for answers, reasons, distractions, anything that will keep me from having to return to my cold, empty apartment even a minute sooner than
crossing.
hair.
braid.
sweat.
the sand that sticks to the back of your neck.
the smell. so sweet.
a yearning.
you.
me.
intersection.
Intersection of fifth and main is not a way to live
Intersection of main and none is better
Intersection of name and sane is the best
there is an intersection near my home that has probably seen too much pain. there are five stop signs that lead into it – four is a crowd, five is a chaotic pitch of metal flies whirring about, each with a destination more important to get to than the other.
three hundred years ago, george washington called a small stone structure, now built into a house, his bunker. i wonder how many little leaden insects whistled a chilling tune. the jaws of life could not save a young boy with blood in his tricorne cap.
Faced with a choice. I stand at the crossroads now. Two paths lie before me. One looks easy but doesn’t seem to lead anywhere. The other is riddled with hills and mountains. I take a deep breath and walk forward. Soon, I know, my legs will hurt, and my throat will crave for a solitary drop of water, but I will keep going because I will know that I didn’t take the easy way out. I see you now. Your face befuddled, and your hair wound around your finger as your faced with two paths. Which will you take?
This is something that you see on streets. People get into accidents a lot of times in an intersection, because it’s when two streets meet. Often times, it has the busiest traffic and that’s where people drive and/or walk. I love intersections because it signals busyness and life happening. Intersect – to join! And I don’t know what else to say.
not at the intersection, no wee were far past that by then. the intersection didn’t matter anymore, it was a straight path, clear trajectory, no choices anymore unless you wanted to drive through the dryest sand you ever tasted. no, we were past intersectionality
oh lord it just reminds me of how my brother just got rear-ended the other day like a few weeks after he got his license … smooth right. some lady texting. way to be. he was freakin stopped too. smh
i had no idea. i just sat there. the choices in life were so many – and i was just one. this intersection between kid and adult – sometimes i inch into adult territory. just a little. but mostly, i sit. in the in-between. sometimes, the decision to to decide is just too hard.
BEEP BEEP BEEEP impatient peopl waiting flashing lights whizz whizz wwhizzz!
A cross-road that divides people. Four directions that lead to different destinations. It’s dangerous and causes death. People get annoyed and aggravated at the red lights. A point where two roads meet. A point were two lives meet.
i was walking down an enless bath of rain and there were was no place to get except here. I thought isnt this lovely and steppon on a horse, to find my way home and then found i went against my word. there was nothing left for me to do byut sit and stare at the ground, when i found a penny and realized i could make a million dollars by just opening my voice to the world. hey theres a thought, and then i realized
I really find that intersections are scary. Full of vulnerabilities and wrong choices. I really wish that we had just one ways. Everyone one knows where they’re going, but more importantly, everyone knows where everyone else is going.
we are human beings. we know not if it is best to turn to the left or right, to continue forward, or to go backward. we can only have faith that our creator (who knows best) will guide us in all decisions when we best listen to him and place our trust in his ultimate plan. all intersections force us to decide whether or not we’ll trust in him.
there are paths to the left and to the right. sometimes you have the option to go forward or even backward. we often do not know the best direction to take when facing an intersection, and we fear of making the wrong turn. about that – how do we know the best route? how do we know what is best for our lives? i don’t believe we ever can be truly certain. we are human beings; creations. we know not which direction to take at an intersection. we must have confidence that our creator will guide us when we best listen to his advice.
Intersection. A word normally connected to roads and cars. To a romantic, an intersection meant two people meeting at a single point in their lives. Who knows what could happen with an intersection?
Inbetween the seconds of our interchanges lies the intersection of our words. The light is red, yellow, and green all at one time and I can’t make out your traffic signals.
In traffic, the intersection is the place through which everyone wants to drive at once. It is only the traffic lights that keeps things regulated. People listen to those lights, those inanimate objects. They listen to them, and save lives. It is funny that with all this war in the world, most disputes are solved by colorful lights.
at the street, they sat. they were both tired from a long day. but as the lights changed from red to green, they looked at each other. tonight was different. it was warm outside, and they were together. nothing would change that.
Standing at the intersection of my life, I simply wanted someone to hold my hand on this new treacherous route. I am afraid, terribly afraid that I may not not measure up…. I need you, in a way I cant explain!
the intersection is long and narrow. with several different stop signs and lights pointed in all directions. it is almost impossible to get through it without narrowly avoiding another car or even a person! or perhaps a dog or a kid on a bike or something.
Today I was at an intersection and I ran over a curb. I freaked out… My driver’s test is in a couple days and I don’t want to fail. I need so desperately to be independent, I am trapped here.
intersections scare me. if your not careful you’ll get hit my a car. my intersection is dangerous at night cause of the gangsters. my friend got hit off his bike at a hairy intersection. shits fucked up.
Idiots! What the heck are you always complaining about? It’s all madness! One day someone is pushed to the edge and the next day they’re thrown in the intersection. If we could all get our marbles in order maybe the grassy meadow wouldn’t burn to ash everyday. Maybe the sun might reflect off the golden shoots of the plains. But no! All we do is p*ss on the next guy’s leg and then moan in his wife’s ear.
it could’ve been like the intersection of two lovers; meeting at the hipbones for the first time, departing, meeting, skin against skin like collisions of nebulae, intertangled.
it could’ve been–all that there could have been—
the saddest catch and release.
The crossroads. The place in life where you make a decision is like an intersection. Stop, go, turn right, turn left, make a U-turn. Stare at the person in the car next to you. Stare into the horizion. Stare at the steering wheel. Sit in silence.
when i walk into the intersection, i see lots of people walking around me i’m scared of the cars and how they don’t pay enough attention to their surroundings. if they hit me i’ll cry and die alone, without my family or friends to help me. i cant do this alone, my life needs help
interection is a word it is a word that i think of when i hear the word intersection i thought that maybe i would write about interestions but i am not writing about interestions exactly. i anm spelling it wrong every time though. te
i walk into an intersection on day, and i saw a red car, made of internet dragons, i was riding the the freways and ended up in the dark despiar of mud into the hair of course gold buildings,. one day while i was riding a cart made of golden baanans wheels, i was playing mario cart.