He got to the intersection and stopped. He knew which way he was supposed to go. He’d been here a million times, it was like muscle memory. But this time felt different. He felt like turning right this time would lead to something bad, something hurtful. Jim closed his eyes, took a long drag on his cigarette, and turned the way his muscles always had. Today was gonna be the day.
thats where Im at
no loger a crossroad
no longer a fork
but an intersection of mass proportion
which way to go
I must decide
because standing still will
only get me killed
the cops were closing in behind me. cars, trucks, everything possible blocking the way. i would never break the law, but in extreme cases, i had to. so i drove in the middle of the intersection avoiding a side collision. unfortunatley for the cops, they were smashed.
our fate is drawn out on a single path that we will follow willingly or not. what makes it special are the people whose paths intersect with ours. i sound like a fortune cookie.
Lights. Everywhere lights. Stop; don’t go. Don’t leave me here.
Crossroads to nothingness; the deceitful delusion of the world.
4 corners of the earth will never be here again.
Don’t fall off the edge. Stay with me; we will be safe. Don’t go.
STOP.
I’m falling; catch me…
the crossroads of life is riddled with intersections and forks. it is filled with choices of love, desperation, and success for there is no direct path and no one exactly knows which road to take.
I feel uneasy, unsure. An intersection, when of roads, means nothing. Pavement means no harm. But this word conjures fear; harsh motions; slicing; splitting; tearing: an intersection of two things unlike.
I am unsure. I am afraid. Strange, how a word–a normal word on any other day–today, makes me anxious.
There’s an intersection at 8th and Ocean, and I like to sit there, and watch things intersect, like cars, and bikes, and people’s lives;
or bugs and strollers and feet,
or lizards and canes, or little boys holding little girls’ hands.
L
Afraid that the cold metal object would blow her brains out. She slowly followed her captor to the intersection of Main and 1st Street. Holding her breathe all the while, scared for what was inevitably in Mali’s future.
This is where the devil met your mind. Offered you things you couldn’t pass up – dreams you thought were beyond the living lifetime. Took you places that seemed like paradise, let you in on all the secrets of the mind.
This is where you turn, one way only. Straight ahead, sticking to your history, your life. Right, the way of the way. Left, where you follow him to your insistence.
The intersection was jam packed with turned over cars, screaming pedestrians and angry voices. The dog that had caused the mess, however, was perfectly fine albeit a bit confused as he ran off to investigate the whereabouts of his wayward owner.
You come from one direction. I come from another. Yet, our minds always seem to meet at a single plain of eternity that has been wrought out long before we were even born. So how come we had to be separated, lost and wandering from opposite ends, when it’s always been ‘US’ all along?
It makes me think of the USA when I hear this word. Intersection. It is very succint isn’t it? Crossroads. Junction. Lots of options & different directions in which to go. Some could be life changing, some more subtle.
She stopped at the corner and waited for the cars to stop. Behind her, someone else was also waiting, but apparently not patient enough. He stepped out in between the cars, but the space was not enough. A red Chevy swerved to miss him and rickashayed off another vehicle. The pileup stopped traffic but the pedestrian had disappeared.
I stood at the intersection of reality and unbelievability. Would things go my way, or would we crash and burn? Only time would tell where we would go.
He used to talk about intersections. He knew them all. Could place them on a table, mapped out with breadcrumbs or whatever was handy. All the intersections, mapped together on the scale of a table. He would say that the intersections were the important parts of life, over in a moment but in control of all direction thereafter.
Eve was at a strange intersection in her life. Before her lay two paths, but being decisive she couldn’t decide which one to take. It seemed no matter which road she chose, it would have only a dead end. Her predicament was an uneasy one, but, as with all intersections, one must not stand around forever.
Intersection Is the point where 2 things meet. A car, a point, a heart a soul. In terms of love, it’s where your soul encounters another. Take the word apart, starting with inter: meaning in, inner or where. Section: a chuck, piece or slice of something.
Victoria
Intersections are what cars stop at with the lights, you cross at them you almost get hit by cars at intersections. Me and Emily almost got hit by a car at this drive thru thingy, the driver wasn’t paying attention so i hit the car and flipped him off and started swearing that wasn’t very smart. Anyways, when we kept walking we stopped at another intersection and I was still swearing and really made, funny eh? Oh well that’s life, even though life it a pain in the ass sometimes. Hmm, I wonder what would happen if everyone just disappeared
Ashley
this certain intersection in town is one that causes so many fatalities
when you reach a crossroads of your life it is also the intersection of which way to turn to continue your life
Perfect! How much I marvel at the question of whether I am to enjoy oneself or to understand oneself and yet I cannot pull myself away from the desire to understand myself long enough to simply let live the impulsive nature of enjoying myself, which in turn, answers my question before I have the chance to ask it.
All the cars stopped at the intersection of the road. I was in the car and came to a complete stop. On the other side of the intersection was his truck. That small green rusty truck that I knew so well. I seen him smile at me from across the intersection and I smiled back
Bridget
My street intersects with the street my old elementary school is on. I walked pass there the other day and realized I haven’t the slightest clue what the inside looks like. Maybe I should go in one day.
Intersection.
I hate them, they are a nuisance. They are the reason to why people have accidents. And i bet you 10 dollars i will be in an accident from being in a intersection. Intersections are ugly they have traffic lights with 4 roads connected to them
Danielle
sometimes you have two choices
but you cant figure out which one that you want to take.
you see both of them but neither make sense.
and you try and you think
but everything just gets in your way.
all the different thoughts in your head
just run around colliding with each other.
some thoughts intersect with another
causing you to get derailed from the original place.
then later, you realize just how off track you got.
so you try to hop back on and you cant find
the groove that you were previously running
then you cant find the words.
they slip, they drip right off your fingers.
into incoherent sentences that match nothing
to what you thought you’d like to think.
because in the end the road you picked
wasnt the road your thoughts were leading you down.
cars go beep turn around look side to side everything blurs lights green yellow red who know s we are here at a crossroads will you stay or will you turn right? how may i help you mr yellow light. sir?
JesseCarole
Cars go through intersections. SOmetimes I wonder how it would feel to die. Would I just walk into an intersection? Shoot myself in the head? Drown? BUrn? I don’t know. I just don’t know.
Kristen Polk
these things entwine, like thoughts. and like thoughts there are more around it; streets, people passing by, little blood cells in a vein. I sit in silence, the way I like, and stare at my hands clutching the steering wheel.
I’m not going anywhere, because I can’t. They’re stopped in front of me. Accident, I think. I could turn on the radio for a detour suggestion, or to see if anyone was hurt. But I don’t, because I like silence.
the roads cross and so do their hearts interlacing and weaving together like the flow of traffic from one place to the next… and where will it take them? to italy? rome? france? paris? they’re not sure but it doesn’t matter and the world only exists if they’re both together
Anna
The streets were crowded. I could barely push through the masses of businessmen, women and children on their way to work and school. I stepped into the road; the light was green. I wasn’t going to come back.
Madison
Intersections are accident sites. They can be places of growth and learning as well, such as intersections of cultures, or intersections of belief. Or a combination of the two. Places where things crash together, mingle, and grow again in a new and different direction.
LF
intersection. learning how to drive is so much fun. i never thought it would be anything but scary, but navigating an intersection just makes me feel like i’m finally a real person, you know? like if i needed to drive somewhere to buy someone medicine or something urgent like that, i could do it. that’s a good thing.
They make me the most uncomfortable person around. Yet, I do like them for forcing me to make eye contact with complete strangers, but I also have that worry that I’ll become a terrible driver or a stupid pedestrian in their eyes. I have to fess up and just cross my merry way to safety.
At the intersection of Lakewood and Jefferson the world gently drifted downhill into the asphalt opening that caught at all the debris of daily living until the storm came out of the black sky and chunks of yesterday spewed forth like ash from a volcano.
Halfway down the intersection, there was a piece of roadkill.
An animal strung out to dry.
Its fur was matted with blood and bits of rubber.
Where had this creature come from?
And what made it decide to step out boldly onto those yellow lines?
EllieG
I curl behind you in our bed; I am your shadow. We are here together. The air we exchange sustains us. When I hold my breath, I can still hear yours. But you are going right and I am going left. Or, perhaps, I am going right and you are standing still. I’m not sure. I do know that we will soon leave this place. And I will miss you.
He got to the intersection and stopped. He knew which way he was supposed to go. He’d been here a million times, it was like muscle memory. But this time felt different. He felt like turning right this time would lead to something bad, something hurtful. Jim closed his eyes, took a long drag on his cigarette, and turned the way his muscles always had. Today was gonna be the day.
thats where Im at
no loger a crossroad
no longer a fork
but an intersection of mass proportion
which way to go
I must decide
because standing still will
only get me killed
the cops were closing in behind me. cars, trucks, everything possible blocking the way. i would never break the law, but in extreme cases, i had to. so i drove in the middle of the intersection avoiding a side collision. unfortunatley for the cops, they were smashed.
our fate is drawn out on a single path that we will follow willingly or not. what makes it special are the people whose paths intersect with ours. i sound like a fortune cookie.
Lights. Everywhere lights. Stop; don’t go. Don’t leave me here.
Crossroads to nothingness; the deceitful delusion of the world.
4 corners of the earth will never be here again.
Don’t fall off the edge. Stay with me; we will be safe. Don’t go.
STOP.
I’m falling; catch me…
no sight.
too bright.
it’s late.
too light.
I’m falling.
the crossroads of life is riddled with intersections and forks. it is filled with choices of love, desperation, and success for there is no direct path and no one exactly knows which road to take.
I feel uneasy, unsure. An intersection, when of roads, means nothing. Pavement means no harm. But this word conjures fear; harsh motions; slicing; splitting; tearing: an intersection of two things unlike.
I am unsure. I am afraid. Strange, how a word–a normal word on any other day–today, makes me anxious.
There’s an intersection at 8th and Ocean, and I like to sit there, and watch things intersect, like cars, and bikes, and people’s lives;
or bugs and strollers and feet,
or lizards and canes, or little boys holding little girls’ hands.
Afraid that the cold metal object would blow her brains out. She slowly followed her captor to the intersection of Main and 1st Street. Holding her breathe all the while, scared for what was inevitably in Mali’s future.
I feel like I’m at an intersection in life right now.
Do I take the road ahead, the one that would be more comfortable for me?
Or do I take a deep, deep breath, and change direction, to follow what I really want?
I don’t know anymore.
This is where the devil met your mind. Offered you things you couldn’t pass up – dreams you thought were beyond the living lifetime. Took you places that seemed like paradise, let you in on all the secrets of the mind.
This is where you turn, one way only. Straight ahead, sticking to your history, your life. Right, the way of the way. Left, where you follow him to your insistence.
The intersection was jam packed with turned over cars, screaming pedestrians and angry voices. The dog that had caused the mess, however, was perfectly fine albeit a bit confused as he ran off to investigate the whereabouts of his wayward owner.
You come from one direction. I come from another. Yet, our minds always seem to meet at a single plain of eternity that has been wrought out long before we were even born. So how come we had to be separated, lost and wandering from opposite ends, when it’s always been ‘US’ all along?
It makes me think of the USA when I hear this word. Intersection. It is very succint isn’t it? Crossroads. Junction. Lots of options & different directions in which to go. Some could be life changing, some more subtle.
She stopped at the corner and waited for the cars to stop. Behind her, someone else was also waiting, but apparently not patient enough. He stepped out in between the cars, but the space was not enough. A red Chevy swerved to miss him and rickashayed off another vehicle. The pileup stopped traffic but the pedestrian had disappeared.
I stood at the intersection of reality and unbelievability. Would things go my way, or would we crash and burn? Only time would tell where we would go.
He used to talk about intersections. He knew them all. Could place them on a table, mapped out with breadcrumbs or whatever was handy. All the intersections, mapped together on the scale of a table. He would say that the intersections were the important parts of life, over in a moment but in control of all direction thereafter.
Eve was at a strange intersection in her life. Before her lay two paths, but being decisive she couldn’t decide which one to take. It seemed no matter which road she chose, it would have only a dead end. Her predicament was an uneasy one, but, as with all intersections, one must not stand around forever.
Intersection Is the point where 2 things meet. A car, a point, a heart a soul. In terms of love, it’s where your soul encounters another. Take the word apart, starting with inter: meaning in, inner or where. Section: a chuck, piece or slice of something.
Intersections are what cars stop at with the lights, you cross at them you almost get hit by cars at intersections. Me and Emily almost got hit by a car at this drive thru thingy, the driver wasn’t paying attention so i hit the car and flipped him off and started swearing that wasn’t very smart. Anyways, when we kept walking we stopped at another intersection and I was still swearing and really made, funny eh? Oh well that’s life, even though life it a pain in the ass sometimes. Hmm, I wonder what would happen if everyone just disappeared
this certain intersection in town is one that causes so many fatalities
when you reach a crossroads of your life it is also the intersection of which way to turn to continue your life
White sheets
intersecting beings
holding only each other.
Their silence is comfort
though unspoken
love is still known.
Perfect! How much I marvel at the question of whether I am to enjoy oneself or to understand oneself and yet I cannot pull myself away from the desire to understand myself long enough to simply let live the impulsive nature of enjoying myself, which in turn, answers my question before I have the chance to ask it.
All the cars stopped at the intersection of the road. I was in the car and came to a complete stop. On the other side of the intersection was his truck. That small green rusty truck that I knew so well. I seen him smile at me from across the intersection and I smiled back
My street intersects with the street my old elementary school is on. I walked pass there the other day and realized I haven’t the slightest clue what the inside looks like. Maybe I should go in one day.
Intersection.
I hate them, they are a nuisance. They are the reason to why people have accidents. And i bet you 10 dollars i will be in an accident from being in a intersection. Intersections are ugly they have traffic lights with 4 roads connected to them
sometimes you have two choices
but you cant figure out which one that you want to take.
you see both of them but neither make sense.
and you try and you think
but everything just gets in your way.
all the different thoughts in your head
just run around colliding with each other.
some thoughts intersect with another
causing you to get derailed from the original place.
then later, you realize just how off track you got.
so you try to hop back on and you cant find
the groove that you were previously running
then you cant find the words.
they slip, they drip right off your fingers.
into incoherent sentences that match nothing
to what you thought you’d like to think.
because in the end the road you picked
wasnt the road your thoughts were leading you down.
cars go beep turn around look side to side everything blurs lights green yellow red who know s we are here at a crossroads will you stay or will you turn right? how may i help you mr yellow light. sir?
Cars go through intersections. SOmetimes I wonder how it would feel to die. Would I just walk into an intersection? Shoot myself in the head? Drown? BUrn? I don’t know. I just don’t know.
these things entwine, like thoughts. and like thoughts there are more around it; streets, people passing by, little blood cells in a vein. I sit in silence, the way I like, and stare at my hands clutching the steering wheel.
I’m not going anywhere, because I can’t. They’re stopped in front of me. Accident, I think. I could turn on the radio for a detour suggestion, or to see if anyone was hurt. But I don’t, because I like silence.
the roads cross and so do their hearts interlacing and weaving together like the flow of traffic from one place to the next… and where will it take them? to italy? rome? france? paris? they’re not sure but it doesn’t matter and the world only exists if they’re both together
The streets were crowded. I could barely push through the masses of businessmen, women and children on their way to work and school. I stepped into the road; the light was green. I wasn’t going to come back.
Intersections are accident sites. They can be places of growth and learning as well, such as intersections of cultures, or intersections of belief. Or a combination of the two. Places where things crash together, mingle, and grow again in a new and different direction.
intersection. learning how to drive is so much fun. i never thought it would be anything but scary, but navigating an intersection just makes me feel like i’m finally a real person, you know? like if i needed to drive somewhere to buy someone medicine or something urgent like that, i could do it. that’s a good thing.
They make me the most uncomfortable person around. Yet, I do like them for forcing me to make eye contact with complete strangers, but I also have that worry that I’ll become a terrible driver or a stupid pedestrian in their eyes. I have to fess up and just cross my merry way to safety.
At the intersection of Lakewood and Jefferson the world gently drifted downhill into the asphalt opening that caught at all the debris of daily living until the storm came out of the black sky and chunks of yesterday spewed forth like ash from a volcano.
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Halfway down the intersection, there was a piece of roadkill.
An animal strung out to dry.
Its fur was matted with blood and bits of rubber.
Where had this creature come from?
And what made it decide to step out boldly onto those yellow lines?
I curl behind you in our bed; I am your shadow. We are here together. The air we exchange sustains us. When I hold my breath, I can still hear yours. But you are going right and I am going left. Or, perhaps, I am going right and you are standing still. I’m not sure. I do know that we will soon leave this place. And I will miss you.
a place where cars can intersect.