it was dark. i stopped to peer around the corner, the rain was coming down the avenue, fast and hurtling loud
Rianna
An avenue is much like life. It’s the path that we must travel down, but there are routes we can always branch out onto. Ultimately, the destination is the same, but the route one takes to get there is always the results of individual choices and decisions. SOmetimes you take a wrong turn, but it’s still the path you chose and it belongs to you.
El Mark
I really love closed roads. There’s something about them that makes me feel safe, and warm inside, like I know exactly the one direction my enemies are going to come from, and there’s nothing they can do to me. There are so many words for them, as well; avenues, closes, cul-de-sacs… I’m sure there are more, I just can’t think of them.
Ben
Marlbrook Avenue was your typical suburban street. Rows of homes with neatly manicured lawns, children riding bikes up and down the street. Everything was “just so.” Except for one house…number 24. Although it looked like all the others on the exterior, number 24 Marlbrook Avenue was anything but ordinary, for you see, a murderer lived there. A cold-blooded murderer who was planning on striking again.
this long street full of trees mesmerised me. I loved the smell and the straightness of it all. while walking, i imagined i am not on my own. the thought of my best friend
Jan
a place where a beautiful mansion is placed effortlessly among tiny shacks and bungalows. Look out the window and see for miles along the crystal clear lake. the silence of the water is almost frightening. “Be scared,” she told me, “Be scared.” For years I would wander along the beaches, but never dare touch the water, for the water was what I should have been scared of. But why?
Leanna
I walked down the avenue, keeping one eye peeled for a bustling coffeehouse to duck into and escape the downpour that beat upon the city.
Sandwrrm
5th avenue in nyc. i love nyc. inspires creativity. bright lights big city. friends. art. shopping. retreat. travel. opportunity. big thinking. large life. expensive. photography play land.
Erin
While walking down the avenue I wondered why traffic was so light. Nearing the center of town things were bound to get busier. I crossed High Avenue and walked into the square. The sound of Sousa marches was being piped through the sound system bringing a nostalgia of years past.
We were waiting underneath a streetlight for our father. We didn’t know where he was coming from but that he was coming and that he would make sure to bring us back. Our mother was considering giving him full custody. He would’ve handed us off to his mom. We were waiting underneath the streetlight. My sister asked where he must have been.
Right now, I’m standing on the corner of Heartbreak Drive and Lonely Avenue. One day without you is what I asked for, but it’s not what I really want. I need you more each day. I’m sorry for making it seem like I don’t. Please cave and text me.
its an odd name its a street its a small street
its a not for a person its a dissapointment
christian ward
The avenue is my favorite place to shop. My daughter and I will spend hours walking around the outdoor mall. There are also several resturants where we enjoy eating.
We live on Scott avenue in downtown suwanee ga.
Brittnie
i see many hobos in many avenues. When i get by an avenue i freak out cause of of the sight.
Colin
strange street name its a small street it is a name for a street
its an old name.
christian ward
a small street or a by street.
Bryce
its a street name not a persons name
christian ward
I’d like to apply for the millage membership
Ileana Guzma Garcia
An avenue is a choice. Simply. We choose our avenues at every moment, every day, and avenue that will lead way onto way, like Robert Frost noticed in “The Road Less Traveled.” I took the avenue less-traveled by… and that has made some sort of difference.
Miss T
street sign direction place name
david
I walked along the avenue not sure what would happen when I stepped around the corner onto a different street. Turns out it was nothing. My path in life wasn’t linear; nor was it a tangent to what I was already living. My life was my choosing and it had gone horribly wrong.
S. Sharma
Mill Avenue. What a clusterfuck. Avenues to success. An idea that’s probably just as much of a clusterfuck. If you plan your success right now, by the time you reach it you might not even want it. And then it’s not success anymore.
Avenue. I have no idea where I’m going or where i’m heading but all i know is that im falling that avenue. Where it may lead could benifit or destroy me. But I’m about to find out my DESTINY.
anna.marie
You live on West avenue of Burlington. i was heading down a shabby old street and i was lost. lost in the town of burlington. there was leaves blowing in the wind. the streets were cold and lonesome.
Pedro
i was on a crazy aveue that i have never been on before in my life. then a man comes up to me and says do you now where you are ad i said no. he told me that i can take you to my house and show you where you are. i ran away.
makenzie
I wish I lived on a an avenue…..seems so fancy. I would have a giant porch, and ferns that look like they will sprout legs and walk around.
Natalie
Life’s got many avenues. One of them is ‘disappointment’. Some pass by this one very often and some seem to never. But don;t worry ,another avenue called ‘success’ is not far away. You just have to keep walking.
One way streets are never valuable. This avenue is worth a thousand dollars…if you travel it correctly. Only these avenues are sacred. Travel these and your wishes shall be granted. If you don’t, you will never see what is on the other end. Many one way signs are just tricks of the mind.
A realization about the avenue struck him and for a moment he could not breathe as he looked at it. The avenue was dark; there was no light except from the moon, because there were no lamps around him. He looked down and cleared his throat, doing his best not to say anything and disturb the silence. An answering throat clearing came from a different direction than he had expected. He whirled and whispered, “Ziraici?”
“Yes?” she asked him, walking faster towards him. “What are you doing here?”
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
The avenue is lined with flowers. It’s the day. The day that she never wished would come for 22 of her 23 years. She’s young. But, she knows the future is lined with gold. At least, for today.
He’s there to paint it with her. There’s nothing better she could ask for. Not a better sight than the future’s avenues lined with gold. Nothing better at all
Sonia
Avenue
I walk this broken avenue
To stretch my weary legs
Everything is crumbling
Beneath my burdened weight
Sidewalks like broken glass
Asphalt like clay
Water running to sewers
Will not drain away
Dark clouds are rolling in
I can feel it in my skin
As I walk this broken avenue
My world is caving in
How I even came here
I do not really know
Somewhere along the way
I took a downward road
Even though the worlds in darkness
I smile miles wide
Because this avenue I walk
Will lead me on in life
I stood on the avenue outside of the home where I grew up. It was the first time I’d been back in over a decade; not since I’d run away at the tender age of thirteen. I’d grown a lot since then, both physically and mentally. I didn’t know if he was inside or not. Hell, I didn’t even know if he was still alive, but it didn’t matter. The house was going to burn either way.
Doug McIntire
I don’t know which avenue to take when it comes to men. Do they like a bitch? Or do they like a lady who is kind and gentle? Beats me anymore.
Mary Lou Wynegar
a person who does`t help any one
anand
Walking down this lonely avenue, I wonder where I’ll end up – who will I end up with? Or am I destined to forever be alone?
it was dark. i stopped to peer around the corner, the rain was coming down the avenue, fast and hurtling loud
An avenue is much like life. It’s the path that we must travel down, but there are routes we can always branch out onto. Ultimately, the destination is the same, but the route one takes to get there is always the results of individual choices and decisions. SOmetimes you take a wrong turn, but it’s still the path you chose and it belongs to you.
I really love closed roads. There’s something about them that makes me feel safe, and warm inside, like I know exactly the one direction my enemies are going to come from, and there’s nothing they can do to me. There are so many words for them, as well; avenues, closes, cul-de-sacs… I’m sure there are more, I just can’t think of them.
Marlbrook Avenue was your typical suburban street. Rows of homes with neatly manicured lawns, children riding bikes up and down the street. Everything was “just so.” Except for one house…number 24. Although it looked like all the others on the exterior, number 24 Marlbrook Avenue was anything but ordinary, for you see, a murderer lived there. A cold-blooded murderer who was planning on striking again.
this long street full of trees mesmerised me. I loved the smell and the straightness of it all. while walking, i imagined i am not on my own. the thought of my best friend
a place where a beautiful mansion is placed effortlessly among tiny shacks and bungalows. Look out the window and see for miles along the crystal clear lake. the silence of the water is almost frightening. “Be scared,” she told me, “Be scared.” For years I would wander along the beaches, but never dare touch the water, for the water was what I should have been scared of. But why?
I walked down the avenue, keeping one eye peeled for a bustling coffeehouse to duck into and escape the downpour that beat upon the city.
5th avenue in nyc. i love nyc. inspires creativity. bright lights big city. friends. art. shopping. retreat. travel. opportunity. big thinking. large life. expensive. photography play land.
While walking down the avenue I wondered why traffic was so light. Nearing the center of town things were bound to get busier. I crossed High Avenue and walked into the square. The sound of Sousa marches was being piped through the sound system bringing a nostalgia of years past.
We were waiting underneath a streetlight for our father. We didn’t know where he was coming from but that he was coming and that he would make sure to bring us back. Our mother was considering giving him full custody. He would’ve handed us off to his mom. We were waiting underneath the streetlight. My sister asked where he must have been.
i really want this day to end erly so when i go home i can just sleep and cry cuz i have been crying all day and i just want to go home and cry more.
I don’t live on an avenue. I live on a drive
Right now, I’m standing on the corner of Heartbreak Drive and Lonely Avenue. One day without you is what I asked for, but it’s not what I really want. I need you more each day. I’m sorry for making it seem like I don’t. Please cave and text me.
avenues are so very cool…
its an odd name its a street its a small street
its a not for a person its a dissapointment
The avenue is my favorite place to shop. My daughter and I will spend hours walking around the outdoor mall. There are also several resturants where we enjoy eating.
We live on Scott avenue in downtown suwanee ga.
i see many hobos in many avenues. When i get by an avenue i freak out cause of of the sight.
strange street name its a small street it is a name for a street
its an old name.
a small street or a by street.
its a street name not a persons name
I’d like to apply for the millage membership
An avenue is a choice. Simply. We choose our avenues at every moment, every day, and avenue that will lead way onto way, like Robert Frost noticed in “The Road Less Traveled.” I took the avenue less-traveled by… and that has made some sort of difference.
street sign direction place name
I walked along the avenue not sure what would happen when I stepped around the corner onto a different street. Turns out it was nothing. My path in life wasn’t linear; nor was it a tangent to what I was already living. My life was my choosing and it had gone horribly wrong.
Mill Avenue. What a clusterfuck. Avenues to success. An idea that’s probably just as much of a clusterfuck. If you plan your success right now, by the time you reach it you might not even want it. And then it’s not success anymore.
Avenue. I have no idea where I’m going or where i’m heading but all i know is that im falling that avenue. Where it may lead could benifit or destroy me. But I’m about to find out my DESTINY.
You live on West avenue of Burlington. i was heading down a shabby old street and i was lost. lost in the town of burlington. there was leaves blowing in the wind. the streets were cold and lonesome.
i was on a crazy aveue that i have never been on before in my life. then a man comes up to me and says do you now where you are ad i said no. he told me that i can take you to my house and show you where you are. i ran away.
I wish I lived on a an avenue…..seems so fancy. I would have a giant porch, and ferns that look like they will sprout legs and walk around.
Life’s got many avenues. One of them is ‘disappointment’. Some pass by this one very often and some seem to never. But don;t worry ,another avenue called ‘success’ is not far away. You just have to keep walking.
It’s the way to my heart, it’s the path to my mind, and the trail to my soul.
Sincerity, love, happiness,… a smile, a caress, and a tight squeeze.
It’s you – a direct road to me.
Our avenue.
One way streets are never valuable. This avenue is worth a thousand dollars…if you travel it correctly. Only these avenues are sacred. Travel these and your wishes shall be granted. If you don’t, you will never see what is on the other end. Many one way signs are just tricks of the mind.
A realization about the avenue struck him and for a moment he could not breathe as he looked at it. The avenue was dark; there was no light except from the moon, because there were no lamps around him. He looked down and cleared his throat, doing his best not to say anything and disturb the silence. An answering throat clearing came from a different direction than he had expected. He whirled and whispered, “Ziraici?”
“Yes?” she asked him, walking faster towards him. “What are you doing here?”
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
The avenue is lined with flowers. It’s the day. The day that she never wished would come for 22 of her 23 years. She’s young. But, she knows the future is lined with gold. At least, for today.
He’s there to paint it with her. There’s nothing better she could ask for. Not a better sight than the future’s avenues lined with gold. Nothing better at all
Avenue
I walk this broken avenue
To stretch my weary legs
Everything is crumbling
Beneath my burdened weight
Sidewalks like broken glass
Asphalt like clay
Water running to sewers
Will not drain away
Dark clouds are rolling in
I can feel it in my skin
As I walk this broken avenue
My world is caving in
How I even came here
I do not really know
Somewhere along the way
I took a downward road
Even though the worlds in darkness
I smile miles wide
Because this avenue I walk
Will lead me on in life
How does it happen?
I wonder sometimes what would cause someone to go down that dark avenue. Why ever walk away from it all? Away from foundation?
I can’t wrap my mind around it. I have nothing but love for…well, the sun that seems to always be in my dreams.
I stood on the avenue outside of the home where I grew up. It was the first time I’d been back in over a decade; not since I’d run away at the tender age of thirteen. I’d grown a lot since then, both physically and mentally. I didn’t know if he was inside or not. Hell, I didn’t even know if he was still alive, but it didn’t matter. The house was going to burn either way.
I don’t know which avenue to take when it comes to men. Do they like a bitch? Or do they like a lady who is kind and gentle? Beats me anymore.
a person who does`t help any one
Walking down this lonely avenue, I wonder where I’ll end up – who will I end up with? Or am I destined to forever be alone?