Its those invisible threads that follow your feet as you hitched a ride down your gait. I don’t understand where you get that swagger, that confidence. I haven’t done what you’ve done, but you certainly haven’t looked as deep and dark and far as I have. You should see the face of ugly and shameful and regrettable and tell me how much go-lucky left overs you have.
a trailer to a movie. Sometimes it leaves you hanging and makes you want to see more and actually go see the movie, or sometimes they show you too much of whats going to happen in the movie and you know what parts to expect when you see the movie. That really annoys me.
“Duck!” the scream echoed around the empty courtyard, but it didn’t matter anyway; the trailer was already barreling toward the helpless woman at a breakneck pace. Nothing could save her now. She had milliseconds left to live. Her last thought was a simple one: “A trailer?? Really?”
The memories played back in my mind like a movie trailer. The freshly mowed grass; the blue sky with the fiery colors of a setting sun; the flitting bats; the warm laughter; and the promise of another tomorrow that would play out in the same memorable manner.
It was a typical Wednesday night in the trailerhood. An old stereo was playing somewhere in the distant, and lazy Southern drawls greeted one another. Loretta was playing poker, again. Cigarette and 2 queens in hand, things were looking up for her.
Movie trailer. Harry Potter the Deathly Hallows. Eminem. the trailer park girls go ’round the outside. ’round the outside. Tornadoes. Fights with mom. Moving out. Going to college.
Yeah, she lived in a trailer park. Yeah, her situation wasn’t the greatest. However, she rocked that confederate bikini top, denim cut offs, and chipped red nail polish. Bottle blonde hair and bottle green eyes were just the exterior of this trailer park diva.
i used to live in a trailer.. It was fun.. I lived there with my mom and sister and dad.. I miss those times of an easy life.. I loved my life.. I had many friends that lived in trailers by us. we played all day long until the sun set in the evening sky.. Ah.. the good ole days..!
I sometimes wonder if I’d enjoy games a lot more if I never swa saw trailers for them. Wouldn’t have any expectations to live up to. A lot of my favorite games I didn’t know a thing about before playing them.
when the trailer of the next movie about frozen trailers went out on the TV, i really wanted to see it because it sounded interesting. but the trailer was very disappointing because not even one trailer was seen on the trailer, what a scam
“The edge of heaven, is the edge of hell…” is the words that I heard through my headphones on a rainy Tuesday night. The music was right and the Nba playoffs were on the tv. The funny thing is that I’ve been living on this trailer home for about two months now and I don’t miss home at all. I just keep rolling along. Stopping by strange places and seeing strange people. It sure is scary out here where no one knows your name. But I feel at home in the uncertainty. I can begin to clear my mind of all of my worldly connections and for once in my god damn life, live. The open road does that for young men. No matter what you’ve temporarily ran away from, it doesn’t even cross your mind when the sun is shining, the ocean is glimmering, and the city lights are starting to fade rapidly into your rearview mirror.
I wish i could remember the last time we unpacked all the boxes before we loaded them back into the trailer. We used to just rent a U-haul when we moved, but it became such a regular occurrence that we bought our own hitch trailer just for that purpose. The curse of being a military bride.
trailor dragging me along on this journey. through foggy windows and dusted blinds. pulling at the corners and passing vivid hadlights. awaiting your destiantion which u sooon find to be nothing but an old campground:)))) there you sit wating for your next pre destined journey. i cannot wait! i will meet you there
gladly keeping me warm.
People think of this as a dirty place but in my experience some of the nicest people have come from a trailer. Really its just a less expensive smaller house. Wouldnt it be smarter for everyone to live in one?
trailer park
oh trailer park
you’ve done no good
for me
take your gravel
and your broken dreams
i’ll trade them in for my future
trailer park
oh trailer park
take your gravel
i’m taking this road
to someplace promising.
You can hold animals in it to transport them from state to state. Some people own trailers and live in them. Trailers are similar to RVs. Movie stars have trailers when they are on set and the want to take a break.
my dad grew up in a trailer park. he complains about it all the time, and how spoiled we are. but its his own damn fault that we are spoiled. he can be such a dick sometimes. I honestly cant stand him. if he wants me to be like hime, he shouldve raised me the way he was. DICK!!!
campground. cool place to live. small and compact. tv show the trailor park boys. drink beer and party. go camping. enjoy life and summer. freedom. on the road. happy alternative lifestyle. hippies.
I was born in a double wide and ended up having many of the same characteristics myself. Able to move, but not motivated enough to take action. Wider than most, with an exterior that is worn.
like a movie taunts the anticipating fans with preview trailers he teased me, my anxiety growing. His lips ever-so-lightly brushed across my cheek down to the hollow under my ear. Slowly with a low voice he whispered with a chuckle, “Stop being so nervous. It’s just a kiss.” He did not understand that for me, not only was this a kiss but magic. I would never be able to confess to him I had fallen in love the moment i saw those ice blue eyes exactly three years ago. The best-friend relationship grew until this one moment. I’ve never been so physically close to him. Our legs dangled over the side of the wooden dock, his foot tracing circles in the blue water simultaneously with his index finger on the back of my hand. His strong hand held my dainty fingers in a strong lock when my heart began to race. his free hand piushed the stray strands of hear from my face and made its way behind my neck. His face leanded closer and closer to mine. He paused merely half an inch away from me looking in my eyes. A smile curved his pink lips when at last, our lips touched so gently for what seemed hours. My head spun with fireworks and rung with church bells. My knight in shining armor swept me away with a single sweet kiss.
I live in a trailer. That makes me trailer trash. My daddy always said you could tell a lot about people by looking at what’s in their front yard. If there’s a lot of pull tabs and cigarette butts, they’re probably pretty good people.
The trailer tipped over during the storm, spilling her life–all her work, hundreds of pieces of pottery–across the yard and well into the neighbors. Smashed into a million pieces, hopes, dreams, all gone. What was she going to do? She couldn’t start over…she couldn’t recover from this…could she?
He took be back to his mama’s trailer. It was the first time I had been back there since she caught us kissing. I was 17 and it was my last year of high school. Jay went to my high school too, but his graduation date was less certain.
I don’t want to live in a trailer park when I grow up. That would seem like failure to me. I would enjoy if I was pulling a boat on a trailer. I think it would be incredibly romantic to go on a all day long adventure on a boy with a sweetheart. I wish I had a sweetheart, but alas the time will come.
We sat there together, waiting for the movie to begin. Anticipation for the film itself, excitement for being together. I always said that I loved movies. But after that experience, I now know that the only thing that makes me love movies even more, is watching them with you. That experience may have only been the trailer and now, I’m waiting for more.
i want to get a trailer to put on the back of my truck and then drive to whereever my heart leads me. ill drive until i run out of gas and then ill stop whereever i am and get a job or have a carwash on the side of the road. sounds perfect.
the movie trailer flashed across my eyes. I have to see that one! i thought. I grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the theater. ” Noooo, anything but that one! Please!”
I don’t really know how I feel about trailers other than they have many meanings. It could be an automobile or some attached to automobile to carry large loads. It could also be a short clip that give viewers insight into a movie.
It was home. Some people saw white trash, dirt, scum. They looked down their noses, they scoffed and rolled their eyes. Their tones were condescending. But to her. To her, it was home.
(but first, hansel had collected white pebbles in the night. they must have looked like tiny drops of moonlight, he must have felt so alone with gretel in bed, somewhere in the dark behind him, somewhere in the untraceable dark and ignorant in her sleep)
like hansel dropping bread crombs, gretel trailing behind him, standing tall in her young sadness, everywhere you went you left pieces of yourself–here, in my vase, your dream of africa–under my pillow, antartica, an arabic language book on my kitchen table, you wanted to collect the world.
and in the mornings, waking up to a partial memory, I worry for you; you who scattered yourself everywhere, so recklessly, how can there be any of you left? (did you portion any white pebbles for yourself?)
Suddenly, she rolled underneath the trailer. The killer was lurking near, she could hear the crunch of dead grass under his feet. When she saw a light, she held her breath, hoping she wouldn’t be sought out. But she thought about her brother. He was young, helpless, and a captive of the monsterous creature. Letting out a deep breath she said, “Your turn,” unconsious of the wicked smile on the edge of her lip. Without hesitation, she rolled out, met eyes with her enemy.
I realize there’s still so much I don’t know. He was on the soccer team, a good student. But what were his parents like? Did he live in a mansion on the nice side of town or in a run-down trailer next to a thrift store? Did he have siblings? Did he face bullies or abuse or something worse every day? I wanted to know his past, but I couldn’t.
I lived in a trailer. it is part of my life. I loved it and hated it. my ex stepdad whom is in prison now broke into it and put pictures of himself all around the house. creepy, right? yeah. PRISON. lol but anyways. my best friend well ex best friend I guess moved in after me. I miss it. not. that is all. goodbye. 10 9 8 7 6 5
A trailer is a preview of a movie to promote it and make sure people are interested in watching such movie. It is a sort of advertising and publicity for a movie.
Its those invisible threads that follow your feet as you hitched a ride down your gait. I don’t understand where you get that swagger, that confidence. I haven’t done what you’ve done, but you certainly haven’t looked as deep and dark and far as I have. You should see the face of ugly and shameful and regrettable and tell me how much go-lucky left overs you have.
a trailer to a movie. Sometimes it leaves you hanging and makes you want to see more and actually go see the movie, or sometimes they show you too much of whats going to happen in the movie and you know what parts to expect when you see the movie. That really annoys me.
“Duck!” the scream echoed around the empty courtyard, but it didn’t matter anyway; the trailer was already barreling toward the helpless woman at a breakneck pace. Nothing could save her now. She had milliseconds left to live. Her last thought was a simple one: “A trailer?? Really?”
The memories played back in my mind like a movie trailer. The freshly mowed grass; the blue sky with the fiery colors of a setting sun; the flitting bats; the warm laughter; and the promise of another tomorrow that would play out in the same memorable manner.
It was a typical Wednesday night in the trailerhood. An old stereo was playing somewhere in the distant, and lazy Southern drawls greeted one another. Loretta was playing poker, again. Cigarette and 2 queens in hand, things were looking up for her.
Movie trailer. Harry Potter the Deathly Hallows. Eminem. the trailer park girls go ’round the outside. ’round the outside. Tornadoes. Fights with mom. Moving out. Going to college.
hannah montana rode in a trailer on her way to texas, hit her head, and hallucinated visions of her dead mother who told her to stay true to herself.
Yeah, she lived in a trailer park. Yeah, her situation wasn’t the greatest. However, she rocked that confederate bikini top, denim cut offs, and chipped red nail polish. Bottle blonde hair and bottle green eyes were just the exterior of this trailer park diva.
i used to live in a trailer.. It was fun.. I lived there with my mom and sister and dad.. I miss those times of an easy life.. I loved my life.. I had many friends that lived in trailers by us. we played all day long until the sun set in the evening sky.. Ah.. the good ole days..!
I sometimes wonder if I’d enjoy games a lot more if I never swa saw trailers for them. Wouldn’t have any expectations to live up to. A lot of my favorite games I didn’t know a thing about before playing them.
when the trailer of the next movie about frozen trailers went out on the TV, i really wanted to see it because it sounded interesting. but the trailer was very disappointing because not even one trailer was seen on the trailer, what a scam
As the trailer lumbered down the road I watched my future drive into my past.
“The edge of heaven, is the edge of hell…” is the words that I heard through my headphones on a rainy Tuesday night. The music was right and the Nba playoffs were on the tv. The funny thing is that I’ve been living on this trailer home for about two months now and I don’t miss home at all. I just keep rolling along. Stopping by strange places and seeing strange people. It sure is scary out here where no one knows your name. But I feel at home in the uncertainty. I can begin to clear my mind of all of my worldly connections and for once in my god damn life, live. The open road does that for young men. No matter what you’ve temporarily ran away from, it doesn’t even cross your mind when the sun is shining, the ocean is glimmering, and the city lights are starting to fade rapidly into your rearview mirror.
I wish i could remember the last time we unpacked all the boxes before we loaded them back into the trailer. We used to just rent a U-haul when we moved, but it became such a regular occurrence that we bought our own hitch trailer just for that purpose. The curse of being a military bride.
trailor dragging me along on this journey. through foggy windows and dusted blinds. pulling at the corners and passing vivid hadlights. awaiting your destiantion which u sooon find to be nothing but an old campground:)))) there you sit wating for your next pre destined journey. i cannot wait! i will meet you there
gladly keeping me warm.
People think of this as a dirty place but in my experience some of the nicest people have come from a trailer. Really its just a less expensive smaller house. Wouldnt it be smarter for everyone to live in one?
Hick in a trailor park. Stick in a sailor’s dark…cabin. Cabin fever, Beaver’s trap. Quicksnap
trailer park
oh trailer park
you’ve done no good
for me
take your gravel
and your broken dreams
i’ll trade them in for my future
trailer park
oh trailer park
take your gravel
i’m taking this road
to someplace promising.
Movie trailers
Taunting you with snippets of things
Only telling part of the story
Leaving you hanging
Wanting more.
You can hold animals in it to transport them from state to state. Some people own trailers and live in them. Trailers are similar to RVs. Movie stars have trailers when they are on set and the want to take a break.
my dad grew up in a trailer park. he complains about it all the time, and how spoiled we are. but its his own damn fault that we are spoiled. he can be such a dick sometimes. I honestly cant stand him. if he wants me to be like hime, he shouldve raised me the way he was. DICK!!!
campground. cool place to live. small and compact. tv show the trailor park boys. drink beer and party. go camping. enjoy life and summer. freedom. on the road. happy alternative lifestyle. hippies.
I was born in a double wide and ended up having many of the same characteristics myself. Able to move, but not motivated enough to take action. Wider than most, with an exterior that is worn.
like a movie taunts the anticipating fans with preview trailers he teased me, my anxiety growing. His lips ever-so-lightly brushed across my cheek down to the hollow under my ear. Slowly with a low voice he whispered with a chuckle, “Stop being so nervous. It’s just a kiss.” He did not understand that for me, not only was this a kiss but magic. I would never be able to confess to him I had fallen in love the moment i saw those ice blue eyes exactly three years ago. The best-friend relationship grew until this one moment. I’ve never been so physically close to him. Our legs dangled over the side of the wooden dock, his foot tracing circles in the blue water simultaneously with his index finger on the back of my hand. His strong hand held my dainty fingers in a strong lock when my heart began to race. his free hand piushed the stray strands of hear from my face and made its way behind my neck. His face leanded closer and closer to mine. He paused merely half an inch away from me looking in my eyes. A smile curved his pink lips when at last, our lips touched so gently for what seemed hours. My head spun with fireworks and rung with church bells. My knight in shining armor swept me away with a single sweet kiss.
I live in a trailer. That makes me trailer trash. My daddy always said you could tell a lot about people by looking at what’s in their front yard. If there’s a lot of pull tabs and cigarette butts, they’re probably pretty good people.
The trailers on the lot, shift the thick dust. They roll in to our building and cause
Chaos
Make up, set, and star.
The people are all friendly. They wave and smile as we pass in cars with kids flailing out of the window.
The trailer tipped over during the storm, spilling her life–all her work, hundreds of pieces of pottery–across the yard and well into the neighbors. Smashed into a million pieces, hopes, dreams, all gone. What was she going to do? She couldn’t start over…she couldn’t recover from this…could she?
He took be back to his mama’s trailer. It was the first time I had been back there since she caught us kissing. I was 17 and it was my last year of high school. Jay went to my high school too, but his graduation date was less certain.
inspiration causes them to follow
you leave a trail
whoever you attract likes what you leave behind
I don’t want to live in a trailer park when I grow up. That would seem like failure to me. I would enjoy if I was pulling a boat on a trailer. I think it would be incredibly romantic to go on a all day long adventure on a boy with a sweetheart. I wish I had a sweetheart, but alas the time will come.
We sat there together, waiting for the movie to begin. Anticipation for the film itself, excitement for being together. I always said that I loved movies. But after that experience, I now know that the only thing that makes me love movies even more, is watching them with you. That experience may have only been the trailer and now, I’m waiting for more.
i want to get a trailer to put on the back of my truck and then drive to whereever my heart leads me. ill drive until i run out of gas and then ill stop whereever i am and get a job or have a carwash on the side of the road. sounds perfect.
the movie trailer flashed across my eyes. I have to see that one! i thought. I grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the theater. ” Noooo, anything but that one! Please!”
I don’t really know how I feel about trailers other than they have many meanings. It could be an automobile or some attached to automobile to carry large loads. It could also be a short clip that give viewers insight into a movie.
It was home. Some people saw white trash, dirt, scum. They looked down their noses, they scoffed and rolled their eyes. Their tones were condescending. But to her. To her, it was home.
(but first, hansel had collected white pebbles in the night. they must have looked like tiny drops of moonlight, he must have felt so alone with gretel in bed, somewhere in the dark behind him, somewhere in the untraceable dark and ignorant in her sleep)
like hansel dropping bread crombs, gretel trailing behind him, standing tall in her young sadness, everywhere you went you left pieces of yourself–here, in my vase, your dream of africa–under my pillow, antartica, an arabic language book on my kitchen table, you wanted to collect the world.
and in the mornings, waking up to a partial memory, I worry for you; you who scattered yourself everywhere, so recklessly, how can there be any of you left? (did you portion any white pebbles for yourself?)
Suddenly, she rolled underneath the trailer. The killer was lurking near, she could hear the crunch of dead grass under his feet. When she saw a light, she held her breath, hoping she wouldn’t be sought out. But she thought about her brother. He was young, helpless, and a captive of the monsterous creature. Letting out a deep breath she said, “Your turn,” unconsious of the wicked smile on the edge of her lip. Without hesitation, she rolled out, met eyes with her enemy.
I realize there’s still so much I don’t know. He was on the soccer team, a good student. But what were his parents like? Did he live in a mansion on the nice side of town or in a run-down trailer next to a thrift store? Did he have siblings? Did he face bullies or abuse or something worse every day? I wanted to know his past, but I couldn’t.
I lived in a trailer. it is part of my life. I loved it and hated it. my ex stepdad whom is in prison now broke into it and put pictures of himself all around the house. creepy, right? yeah. PRISON. lol but anyways. my best friend well ex best friend I guess moved in after me. I miss it. not. that is all. goodbye. 10 9 8 7 6 5
A trailer is a preview of a movie to promote it and make sure people are interested in watching such movie. It is a sort of advertising and publicity for a movie.