today I drove to the ends of the earth and fell off the edge. I fell for approximately three hours and two minutes before I realized that I hadn’t really gone anywhere at all.
I was just upside down for awhile, you see?
sarah
as i was driving alone the bay i saw i the distint a strange objetive approaching toward my car not sur of the size or structure i
keith
There she was; her hips in full drive, swaying against the stability of monotonous crowds and buildings; she eclipsed them. Her mouth was heavy with raspberry wax and opinions no one cared to hear, but listened so they could further examine the life her words brought to her womanly body.
Sydney
driing is fun i like to drive hehe blah blah blah DRIVING i likes it drive dtrive now i dares u hehe sooooo go go on get GO DRIVe
sara
car, new car, mountains and rides and that smell of new plastic.i need and want a new car. it gives such a feeling of freedom. maybe drive across the us or just europe. a car is happyness!.
sushi
i like to drive my car across my Island. I enjoy the feeling of freedom down la carretera de Cayey a Ponce. When I drive my car down the highway I feel free. Here, I don’t own a car. There’s no need for one. But there is still that want. That need to drive.
Tara
…very far, into no where. into a place where leaves are green and the grass never fades. drive deep into the woods, into the sea, into lands never seen, never discovered. there is nowhere you can go, but there is nowhere you cannot. drive into expanses that don’t exist, but in your own imagination. discover what you are and what you can do.
sara
His hands gripped the steering wheel, sweat dripping down his forehead.
“We’ll make it,” he heard a voice from behind that wasn’t entirely sure.
“Come on,” said another voice, almost cracking.
He squeezed the wheel tighter.
josebachachicken
car eat food fly car sterring wheel go hassel i love to drive i hate to drive i cant drive that far freeway across the universe always driving people drvie cars planes boats incubis
lia
drive………..to where? we have fast cars, yet there really is nowhere to drive to. you can only get there by heart. distance means nothing. really.
angel Wong
University was like a quick drive. In a flash it was over. I hold the steering wheel in my hand, now free to go in any direction. Where will I go next? Any stop signs in the way?
Annie
I went to the market and hated the drive. It was hot everywhere, especially in the car. Then I got a speeding ticket. But At the store it all got worse.
Hope
faster and faster. the need to be free runs through me like the wind in the holland tunnel. the more i move the more i live and to live it to be free. the night also calls the wind and so the road takes me by night to places unseen and unheard.
Brett Thompson
in my car. really fast. without concern.
Angry. happy. sad. alone. Indapendent. on a journey. what i want most now. what a human needs most to be self efficient. what my mom wants me to never do ever. i hate her
quinton robinson
Drive drive drive drive drive
Never stop
Stop for gas, okay, that doesn’t count
Oh, wait, a convenience store, I just need some food real quick
And then hell, you might as well stop for something else. And then you might as well stop for everything else, for everything you can think of.
And then you might as well just go home.
So don’t stop driving.
Cassidy
Under moonlight, we drive to the edge of Earth with the top down, wind through the strands of gray in our hair. We trail behind us age, experience, disease, aches and pains, old bones. We leave everything behind and become new. We are birthed again, on the last drive.
Kemari
Today I went for a drive and as I saw something out of the corner of my eye I realized it was a purple swing. Which reminded me of my childhood. Where I was reminded that i always wanted to drive then…Driven to drive….
Claire
Drive me right up the wall. Traction is essential to avoid the slippery slope downward.
Dave
Concentrate. You desire to be better. Envision. Food for thought, you strive for meaning. Is this what it’s all about? Off a cliff.
Robert
cars and bikes drive to places.
Julien
there is a little girl who thought she was able to foster all her strength. the brake pedal was to tough for her to press the gas was too easy. the cliff was too tall. and she was all too small. the monkeys fond her and ate her toes
Ursula
i took the car and went to the west side. i had to go between the mountains because our city is so far apart. he had pissed me off and instead of screaming and crying in front of him i took my keys and left. i couldnt take his accusing and his ranting. he tires me out that i feel so trapped. my wings only spread when i drive.
[Marisa]
I drive like others; The drive inside me takes me places. I don’t have a lot of drive at times, but in my experience it takes a lot more than lack of drive to put people down. My spirit will increase my drive in the coming days and my life will get better as a result.
Patrique
It is not a matter of where to go, but mainly of who to go with. The main problem arises when you are not even with yourself, but maybe the driving itself would lead somewhere. Have you ever wondered what where those tiny spots out on the road? what would you see if you were just above yourself? maybe a few things need more than 60 seconds to make any sense at all
munra
It’s been three days already, I need the drive so that I can start writing properly again.
vvlkv
i don’t like to drive but i do like to drive around in a car with someone else driving, seeing the scenery and hearing my kids. i like to look at trees and the clouds smell the wind and nature. i like being comfortable when we drive and to license to music.
melissa
Last night, I drove myself to a cliff. As I looked out over the ledge, I thought about my life. I didn’t realise that I had become someone I didn’t know anymore. If the old me saw me now, I wouldn’t know me. Staring out, I turned the key. I drove off.
EL Camach
If I had the drive
Have the drive
Am the drive
I was driven
Yet now am the drive
To drop it all
and move to Berlin.
Perfect. One more month.
Then I’ll be there
Driving around Kreuzberg
Mary Vlasuk
Just drive…just drive me far, and fast…hard…away…someplace outside myself.
Katie
Driving is often just a means of travel, but can also prove to be very therapeutic. Drive is not only a concrete verb, but a figurative form of wanting to better ones self
Danny Teeples
Open the door and step in. The smell of leather envelops my senses. Turn the ignition. Peeling tires. The extreme movement of air as I cut through the atmosphere.
makaid
i was in my car driving and i saw a little girl. I stopped and let her in. She started telling me how she was trying to find the beautiful flower of the valley that she needed to heal herself. I asked her what was wrong and she said she needed faith. Faith of what I asked. She said beauty.
Nuria Marquez
i have no idea what im supposed to do here am i supposed to think of one word? cheese. low low soft cheese that comes in the triangles. yum. im confused. i think im doing this wrong.. bye bye
sharkels
drive far away. away from everything. don’t look back. your future is before you… on the long open road. don’t think. just go.
i walked on the dusty gravel
crunching underneath my feet
i go and pick it out
it’s perfect and it’s mine
and the first time i drive
in my car
i ride with only him
holding my hand
mb
Drive the road of the life while you can!
Driving this road, is an activity that admits no driving licence. You never know the rules, but you must go on.
Here is my advice : you may not know about driving, but try to enjoy the trip, for every little flower on the board of it is to be enjoyed. Try to be never regret the road you’ve taken, for it’s yours, and always be.
Sarahvdv
be sure not tot look behind…u should always remeber what u have done and what u will do…there is no meaning to that if u don’t drive
nick kruz
Well i was driving out of my house on a rainy afternoon having a little high from the practice before noon. Then buying a new guitar string and being over possessive of the guitar on my back parked the bike in a small district infront of the police house. Guess what….? ITs stolen!
wicky
I started learning to drive as soon as I was old enough. The lessons were my 17th birthday present. I passed my test the second time (imho, my first test was better, but whatever). Anyways, it makes no odds now – I can’t drive anyway cause the insurance is so expensive for people my age.
today I drove to the ends of the earth and fell off the edge. I fell for approximately three hours and two minutes before I realized that I hadn’t really gone anywhere at all.
I was just upside down for awhile, you see?
as i was driving alone the bay i saw i the distint a strange objetive approaching toward my car not sur of the size or structure i
There she was; her hips in full drive, swaying against the stability of monotonous crowds and buildings; she eclipsed them. Her mouth was heavy with raspberry wax and opinions no one cared to hear, but listened so they could further examine the life her words brought to her womanly body.
driing is fun i like to drive hehe blah blah blah DRIVING i likes it drive dtrive now i dares u hehe sooooo go go on get GO DRIVe
car, new car, mountains and rides and that smell of new plastic.i need and want a new car. it gives such a feeling of freedom. maybe drive across the us or just europe. a car is happyness!.
i like to drive my car across my Island. I enjoy the feeling of freedom down la carretera de Cayey a Ponce. When I drive my car down the highway I feel free. Here, I don’t own a car. There’s no need for one. But there is still that want. That need to drive.
…very far, into no where. into a place where leaves are green and the grass never fades. drive deep into the woods, into the sea, into lands never seen, never discovered. there is nowhere you can go, but there is nowhere you cannot. drive into expanses that don’t exist, but in your own imagination. discover what you are and what you can do.
His hands gripped the steering wheel, sweat dripping down his forehead.
“We’ll make it,” he heard a voice from behind that wasn’t entirely sure.
“Come on,” said another voice, almost cracking.
He squeezed the wheel tighter.
car eat food fly car sterring wheel go hassel i love to drive i hate to drive i cant drive that far freeway across the universe always driving people drvie cars planes boats incubis
drive………..to where? we have fast cars, yet there really is nowhere to drive to. you can only get there by heart. distance means nothing. really.
University was like a quick drive. In a flash it was over. I hold the steering wheel in my hand, now free to go in any direction. Where will I go next? Any stop signs in the way?
I went to the market and hated the drive. It was hot everywhere, especially in the car. Then I got a speeding ticket. But At the store it all got worse.
faster and faster. the need to be free runs through me like the wind in the holland tunnel. the more i move the more i live and to live it to be free. the night also calls the wind and so the road takes me by night to places unseen and unheard.
in my car. really fast. without concern.
Angry. happy. sad. alone. Indapendent. on a journey. what i want most now. what a human needs most to be self efficient. what my mom wants me to never do ever. i hate her
Drive drive drive drive drive
Never stop
Stop for gas, okay, that doesn’t count
Oh, wait, a convenience store, I just need some food real quick
And then hell, you might as well stop for something else. And then you might as well stop for everything else, for everything you can think of.
And then you might as well just go home.
So don’t stop driving.
Under moonlight, we drive to the edge of Earth with the top down, wind through the strands of gray in our hair. We trail behind us age, experience, disease, aches and pains, old bones. We leave everything behind and become new. We are birthed again, on the last drive.
Today I went for a drive and as I saw something out of the corner of my eye I realized it was a purple swing. Which reminded me of my childhood. Where I was reminded that i always wanted to drive then…Driven to drive….
Drive me right up the wall. Traction is essential to avoid the slippery slope downward.
Concentrate. You desire to be better. Envision. Food for thought, you strive for meaning. Is this what it’s all about? Off a cliff.
cars and bikes drive to places.
there is a little girl who thought she was able to foster all her strength. the brake pedal was to tough for her to press the gas was too easy. the cliff was too tall. and she was all too small. the monkeys fond her and ate her toes
i took the car and went to the west side. i had to go between the mountains because our city is so far apart. he had pissed me off and instead of screaming and crying in front of him i took my keys and left. i couldnt take his accusing and his ranting. he tires me out that i feel so trapped. my wings only spread when i drive.
I drive like others; The drive inside me takes me places. I don’t have a lot of drive at times, but in my experience it takes a lot more than lack of drive to put people down. My spirit will increase my drive in the coming days and my life will get better as a result.
It is not a matter of where to go, but mainly of who to go with. The main problem arises when you are not even with yourself, but maybe the driving itself would lead somewhere. Have you ever wondered what where those tiny spots out on the road? what would you see if you were just above yourself? maybe a few things need more than 60 seconds to make any sense at all
It’s been three days already, I need the drive so that I can start writing properly again.
i don’t like to drive but i do like to drive around in a car with someone else driving, seeing the scenery and hearing my kids. i like to look at trees and the clouds smell the wind and nature. i like being comfortable when we drive and to license to music.
Last night, I drove myself to a cliff. As I looked out over the ledge, I thought about my life. I didn’t realise that I had become someone I didn’t know anymore. If the old me saw me now, I wouldn’t know me. Staring out, I turned the key. I drove off.
If I had the drive
Have the drive
Am the drive
I was driven
Yet now am the drive
To drop it all
and move to Berlin.
Perfect. One more month.
Then I’ll be there
Driving around Kreuzberg
Just drive…just drive me far, and fast…hard…away…someplace outside myself.
Driving is often just a means of travel, but can also prove to be very therapeutic. Drive is not only a concrete verb, but a figurative form of wanting to better ones self
Open the door and step in. The smell of leather envelops my senses. Turn the ignition. Peeling tires. The extreme movement of air as I cut through the atmosphere.
i was in my car driving and i saw a little girl. I stopped and let her in. She started telling me how she was trying to find the beautiful flower of the valley that she needed to heal herself. I asked her what was wrong and she said she needed faith. Faith of what I asked. She said beauty.
i have no idea what im supposed to do here am i supposed to think of one word? cheese. low low soft cheese that comes in the triangles. yum. im confused. i think im doing this wrong.. bye bye
drive far away. away from everything. don’t look back. your future is before you… on the long open road. don’t think. just go.
crash. drunk. cars. trucks. far. california. street. away. roadtrip. wheel. steering. lights. city. go. people. accidents. family. friends. mirrors.
i walked on the dusty gravel
crunching underneath my feet
i go and pick it out
it’s perfect and it’s mine
and the first time i drive
in my car
i ride with only him
holding my hand
Drive the road of the life while you can!
Driving this road, is an activity that admits no driving licence. You never know the rules, but you must go on.
Here is my advice : you may not know about driving, but try to enjoy the trip, for every little flower on the board of it is to be enjoyed. Try to be never regret the road you’ve taken, for it’s yours, and always be.
be sure not tot look behind…u should always remeber what u have done and what u will do…there is no meaning to that if u don’t drive
Well i was driving out of my house on a rainy afternoon having a little high from the practice before noon. Then buying a new guitar string and being over possessive of the guitar on my back parked the bike in a small district infront of the police house. Guess what….? ITs stolen!
I started learning to drive as soon as I was old enough. The lessons were my 17th birthday present. I passed my test the second time (imho, my first test was better, but whatever). Anyways, it makes no odds now – I can’t drive anyway cause the insurance is so expensive for people my age.