Driving is the only time I have control. I can choose where I go, I can choose how fast I go. I’m in charge of my life for once.
Jessie
An escape from reality. With the radio off and the sound of wind enveloping the car, the nose of the hood cutting through air and forcing it to create a bubble of thought. You can only hear yourself. So really, you’re not escaping anything at all.
Alexandra
You must be patient to be good at it, and it can be a very relaxing thing to do.
emily cosio
Annoying and you have to be very patient to be good at it.
emily
Driving. Damn, why this word? LOL. I feel like I’m gonna fall off a cliff when I hear this word…I mean, sure I can go anywhere now…but lately whenever I drive, I feel like it’s work, work, work. Is this life of an adult? Going from one place to another and repeating the process? I rather fly with my own wings than this…
it’s two o’clock, warm, expectant. the road rises in waves but slopes so solidly. we don’t really have anywhere to go. portland was fun, the shins were fun, but how important is fun? the scales only need balance and when that balance is achieved he feels complacent. all life is flux. the road reminds them of that.
driving me crazy
driving me up the wall
I can’t turn left
I can’t turn right
the wheel won’t budge
my choice has been made and
I have to learn to deal with it
shit
Amy Brookins
“I give up! Where the f*** is she at…we’ve been driving around in circles!” The Captain was furious. The depth of anger in his voice was enough to cause the lieutenant to fear for what would happen if he didn’t catch them.
“Truly, sir. I’m not sure.” Lieutenant Jacob replied nervously. He knew that if the getaway vehicle wasn’t found, the consequence would be a 20 wet willies!!
i dont know how to drive…that was why i was terrified when i got behind the wheel and put the car in reverse. My heart was beating so fast and my breathing was shallow. I stepped on the gas and I help my breath while i slowly backed out of the driveway.
Driving the Impala, I always feel just a little bit better. I mean, obviously everything isn’t peachy keen, it’s not like some magic portal into Happy Happy Sunshine Land. But it’s still there, just that little bit better. Just that little lift.
I can’t drive. One man tried to convince me this was a big deal but he was off his rocker, I don’t need a car. My younger brother doesn’t have a license either but he drives all the damn time, which is fine, but when the car was in a ditch no one was talking about the importance of driving.
I drive all day and all night.
I drive into the moon until the sun shine’s bright.
Taylor
Driving isn’t so bad. On a warm summer night, on country roads, I can really connect with myself again. The stereo is blasting and I’ve never felt more relaxed.
when the wind blows through my hair and my stress is released there is nothing to worry about anymore. wishing that we could drive forever and never stop until we finally find a perfect spot but until then there a never ending road ahead and miles of freedom to be driven. the adventure has just began and am not planning on ending it anytime soon.
cassandra
I like driving. I do it a lot. I think I’m pretty good at it now. i don’t like it so much in the dark though. i sometimes wonder if I have night-blindness… at least a bit. I don’t like being too hot in my car – so I have the windows open most of the time. I didn’t want to learn to drive initially, I thought I’d die in a crash like Marc Bolan. But now I couldn’t get by without it – I wouldn’t be able to get to gigs, and earn money. Annoying to drive when you want a drink!
Maddie
Driving is a chore for me to do. I dislike driving very much because it wastes my time. I usually like to be driven around or run or ride my bike to get to where I need to go. I drive a 2002 honda civic which has been a game day player
Michael
Slow down and you get in everyone’s way. road rage…God protect us!-a-n-d
keep us off the roads. The deadly dangerous roads–the roads that tend to drive so many many poor people right out of our world
Jack Maye
time to put the cell phone down, stay wide awake, stay within the lines on the road, put down the coffee and twinkie bar, mirrors fixed, eyes straight ahead and peddle to the metal.
Kanela
Driving with my older brother is the scariest thing in the world. I know why it took him four tries to get his licence. Why so sucky my friend >3> ?
i’m a pretty bad driver.. while driving a car.
i love to golf. golfing’s fun.
it’s fun when you drive straight & not like to the right like usual.
today i suck at golf.. kinda ruined by day. but hopefully tonight will be better.
but i still love golf..
Sara
driving along the highway at night and its so dark that i cant see my hands
shetookhispicture
I drive on this long highway. Some chick cuts in front of me. I curse and stick up my middle finger. Now I understand what people mean when they say life is like a highway.
Amahdi
driving is the perfect time for her to start thinking. there are no interruptions, no distractions. just her and the road. she can gaze at the endless fields filled with corn and listen to her music as loud as she wants to, soaring down the road as fast as she wants to. nothing can stop her now.
Jo
trees on the side of a dog. dog burdened. to passenger: you are dog burdened. the dog quizzically knows not he is being so. but he does question.
barton smock
There I was, driving along highway 9, when I saw it: A car veering off the road, followed by a scream of brakes and the crash of metal on metal. I blinked, though, and it was gone; no car, no crushed glass, just the sickening sensation of déjà vu resting in my midsection like I’d swallowed a 50-pound weight.
Driving the nature that makes you crazy, driving a taxi that roads you in to the hell, hell driving like the toads in a toaster. Driving emotions makes you think like a puppet driving a barby car, is not as simple as it should but is driving at least.
Diego
They were all going so damn slow! I had no choice, really. I had to pass them. And so I did. And that’s when I saw him. The cop, pulling me over, waiting to hand me my first ever speeding ticket. Fuck. Hope you’re day gets better he says, as I drive away, cursing him, cursing myself under my breath.
J.E. Houle
I went driving today. I want to go driving again. I want my car. It’s all about wants. What a disgrace this world has become. If only we would change. Alas, this is us.
Anna Joana
Three more years. Three more years before I’m able to get my driver’s liscence, three more years before i can stop relying on my mother to drive me around everywhere. I just can’t wait…but getting a driver’s permit is awesome too. Driving doesn’t seem too complicated…but then again I haven’t learned everything about it. And if it wasn’t complicated, there wouldn’t be so many accidents.
Allison
relaxing time to think for my self sorta fun
driving fast on the edge but need to be careful
loving life
don’t know where to go don’t care just going
getting lost down a familiar route
memories with friends
wild time and laughs
road trip!!
caitlin
Driving me mad. My head! It wont stop. I wont stop. It can’t stop. It’s trying to get out. Why wont it release me! Begone ye demon begone. I must finish the song…
Craig
once upon a time there was a little deer named bambi. her mother got shot by a hunter and she was really sad but soon she made friends with a bunny named flower and a skunk who actually i think was named flower. then bambi went to go find her father or something im not really sure exactly its been a long time the end.
Hailey Crosta
She’s driving, and I’m in the passenger seat, thinking my brain away (you’d think it would be seeping out my ears at the speed my thoughts are going). I can’t help but replay that night over and over.
one word one word one word one word one word one word one word one word one word one word one word one word one word one word one word
Arem
i haven’t been driving
they took my rights away
i wasn’t able to fly
they clipped my wings yesterday
i haven’t got far so i’m trying to feel at home
because i’ve got no choice
i’m not allowed to roam
i’ve been stuck in this place
without the ability to drive
so i’m just grateful now
that He kept me alive
Driving is a big responsibility nowadays most teenagers AND adults misuse. Most kids don’t know how to drive properly and most adults use driving for the wrong reasons. Some people know how to drive well and use it properly and sadly these people are the people who most times get hurt.
It was a quiet, dirty day. I mean, it’s always like that in the city, but today was different. I’m not sure whether it was I who had some new outlook on life, or whether the smokestacks were just emitting laughing gas, but I really hope it was the former, because there’s not much else to look forward to. I get to go home today, in a polished and conventional government sedan.
Alyssa Marr
lets go somewhere. anywhere but here. ill blast the music and sing my lungs out. i dream of nights under the stars, laying in the bed of your truck. we’ll capture our youth out on the open road.
Cant do it. Too lost. Feel will kill someone. Daydreaming all the time. Not for me. Too scared. I wish I could though someday. Inshallah. My brother’s good at it. My father’s very skeptical. Maybe Iv inherited it from him.
Driving is the only time I have control. I can choose where I go, I can choose how fast I go. I’m in charge of my life for once.
An escape from reality. With the radio off and the sound of wind enveloping the car, the nose of the hood cutting through air and forcing it to create a bubble of thought. You can only hear yourself. So really, you’re not escaping anything at all.
You must be patient to be good at it, and it can be a very relaxing thing to do.
Annoying and you have to be very patient to be good at it.
Driving. Damn, why this word? LOL. I feel like I’m gonna fall off a cliff when I hear this word…I mean, sure I can go anywhere now…but lately whenever I drive, I feel like it’s work, work, work. Is this life of an adult? Going from one place to another and repeating the process? I rather fly with my own wings than this…
it’s two o’clock, warm, expectant. the road rises in waves but slopes so solidly. we don’t really have anywhere to go. portland was fun, the shins were fun, but how important is fun? the scales only need balance and when that balance is achieved he feels complacent. all life is flux. the road reminds them of that.
driving me crazy
driving me up the wall
I can’t turn left
I can’t turn right
the wheel won’t budge
my choice has been made and
I have to learn to deal with it
shit
“I give up! Where the f*** is she at…we’ve been driving around in circles!” The Captain was furious. The depth of anger in his voice was enough to cause the lieutenant to fear for what would happen if he didn’t catch them.
“Truly, sir. I’m not sure.” Lieutenant Jacob replied nervously. He knew that if the getaway vehicle wasn’t found, the consequence would be a 20 wet willies!!
um carro na estrada sem rumo.
i dont know how to drive…that was why i was terrified when i got behind the wheel and put the car in reverse. My heart was beating so fast and my breathing was shallow. I stepped on the gas and I help my breath while i slowly backed out of the driveway.
Driving the Impala, I always feel just a little bit better. I mean, obviously everything isn’t peachy keen, it’s not like some magic portal into Happy Happy Sunshine Land. But it’s still there, just that little bit better. Just that little lift.
I can’t drive. One man tried to convince me this was a big deal but he was off his rocker, I don’t need a car. My younger brother doesn’t have a license either but he drives all the damn time, which is fine, but when the car was in a ditch no one was talking about the importance of driving.
I drive all day and all night.
I drive into the moon until the sun shine’s bright.
Driving isn’t so bad. On a warm summer night, on country roads, I can really connect with myself again. The stereo is blasting and I’ve never felt more relaxed.
when the wind blows through my hair and my stress is released there is nothing to worry about anymore. wishing that we could drive forever and never stop until we finally find a perfect spot but until then there a never ending road ahead and miles of freedom to be driven. the adventure has just began and am not planning on ending it anytime soon.
I like driving. I do it a lot. I think I’m pretty good at it now. i don’t like it so much in the dark though. i sometimes wonder if I have night-blindness… at least a bit. I don’t like being too hot in my car – so I have the windows open most of the time. I didn’t want to learn to drive initially, I thought I’d die in a crash like Marc Bolan. But now I couldn’t get by without it – I wouldn’t be able to get to gigs, and earn money. Annoying to drive when you want a drink!
Driving is a chore for me to do. I dislike driving very much because it wastes my time. I usually like to be driven around or run or ride my bike to get to where I need to go. I drive a 2002 honda civic which has been a game day player
Slow down and you get in everyone’s way. road rage…God protect us!-a-n-d
keep us off the roads. The deadly dangerous roads–the roads that tend to drive so many many poor people right out of our world
time to put the cell phone down, stay wide awake, stay within the lines on the road, put down the coffee and twinkie bar, mirrors fixed, eyes straight ahead and peddle to the metal.
Driving with my older brother is the scariest thing in the world. I know why it took him four tries to get his licence. Why so sucky my friend >3> ?
i’m a pretty bad driver.. while driving a car.
i love to golf. golfing’s fun.
it’s fun when you drive straight & not like to the right like usual.
today i suck at golf.. kinda ruined by day. but hopefully tonight will be better.
but i still love golf..
driving along the highway at night and its so dark that i cant see my hands
I drive on this long highway. Some chick cuts in front of me. I curse and stick up my middle finger. Now I understand what people mean when they say life is like a highway.
driving is the perfect time for her to start thinking. there are no interruptions, no distractions. just her and the road. she can gaze at the endless fields filled with corn and listen to her music as loud as she wants to, soaring down the road as fast as she wants to. nothing can stop her now.
trees on the side of a dog. dog burdened. to passenger: you are dog burdened. the dog quizzically knows not he is being so. but he does question.
There I was, driving along highway 9, when I saw it: A car veering off the road, followed by a scream of brakes and the crash of metal on metal. I blinked, though, and it was gone; no car, no crushed glass, just the sickening sensation of déjà vu resting in my midsection like I’d swallowed a 50-pound weight.
Driving the nature that makes you crazy, driving a taxi that roads you in to the hell, hell driving like the toads in a toaster. Driving emotions makes you think like a puppet driving a barby car, is not as simple as it should but is driving at least.
They were all going so damn slow! I had no choice, really. I had to pass them. And so I did. And that’s when I saw him. The cop, pulling me over, waiting to hand me my first ever speeding ticket. Fuck. Hope you’re day gets better he says, as I drive away, cursing him, cursing myself under my breath.
I went driving today. I want to go driving again. I want my car. It’s all about wants. What a disgrace this world has become. If only we would change. Alas, this is us.
Three more years. Three more years before I’m able to get my driver’s liscence, three more years before i can stop relying on my mother to drive me around everywhere. I just can’t wait…but getting a driver’s permit is awesome too. Driving doesn’t seem too complicated…but then again I haven’t learned everything about it. And if it wasn’t complicated, there wouldn’t be so many accidents.
relaxing time to think for my self sorta fun
driving fast on the edge but need to be careful
loving life
don’t know where to go don’t care just going
getting lost down a familiar route
memories with friends
wild time and laughs
road trip!!
Driving me mad. My head! It wont stop. I wont stop. It can’t stop. It’s trying to get out. Why wont it release me! Begone ye demon begone. I must finish the song…
once upon a time there was a little deer named bambi. her mother got shot by a hunter and she was really sad but soon she made friends with a bunny named flower and a skunk who actually i think was named flower. then bambi went to go find her father or something im not really sure exactly its been a long time the end.
She’s driving, and I’m in the passenger seat, thinking my brain away (you’d think it would be seeping out my ears at the speed my thoughts are going). I can’t help but replay that night over and over.
one word one word one word one word one word one word one word one word one word one word one word one word one word one word one word
i haven’t been driving
they took my rights away
i wasn’t able to fly
they clipped my wings yesterday
i haven’t got far so i’m trying to feel at home
because i’ve got no choice
i’m not allowed to roam
i’ve been stuck in this place
without the ability to drive
so i’m just grateful now
that He kept me alive
© LL
Driving is a big responsibility nowadays most teenagers AND adults misuse. Most kids don’t know how to drive properly and most adults use driving for the wrong reasons. Some people know how to drive well and use it properly and sadly these people are the people who most times get hurt.
It was a quiet, dirty day. I mean, it’s always like that in the city, but today was different. I’m not sure whether it was I who had some new outlook on life, or whether the smokestacks were just emitting laughing gas, but I really hope it was the former, because there’s not much else to look forward to. I get to go home today, in a polished and conventional government sedan.
lets go somewhere. anywhere but here. ill blast the music and sing my lungs out. i dream of nights under the stars, laying in the bed of your truck. we’ll capture our youth out on the open road.
Cant do it. Too lost. Feel will kill someone. Daydreaming all the time. Not for me. Too scared. I wish I could though someday. Inshallah. My brother’s good at it. My father’s very skeptical. Maybe Iv inherited it from him.