At the intersection, we find ourselves lost in the midst of a maze. We are going straight only to find that we have options, options that did not exist before. Once we breathe and take the time to find out what direction we should go… it is common to find that rather than move forward you want to go back. Go back to where you were once only going straight, forward, to a guarantee rather than a mystery.
Sup
In my life, there lies an intersection of motivation and the fear of failure. I’ve experienced failure many times before, like most. But, one time brought me to my knees. Its what drove me at one point, solely. Never to feel that kind of pain again, even if I didn’t (and still don’t) feel like I was the only one to blame. Nevertheless, I have more inspiration now. I’ve taken a leap of faith and fallen from an artificial space to a true sense of self, a path to walk in this brief life. The perfect place.
there’s an intersection. i look across the way and see you in the car. i want you. i want you really bad. with your aviator shades and your dog in the back. come to me now. where have you been, not in flordia.
anberlin
cars driving really fast hitting eachother and getting into axidents. alot of people die in theses. speacial by my moms work… theres lots of traffic lights at theses, the on on telegraph by meijer takes for fucking evvver if your turning left. sooo dont turn left.. we turn left every time we go to chelsies
alex
Yield Signs > Stop Lights
4 way stops > Round-a-bouts
Round-a-bouts are like hokey pokey with a car. Also dangerous
intersection. I think crossroads. black and yellow. bee-like, lines, conversing, convoluting, twisting together. Where the road bends… where the roads meet. where and when everything comes together. little windy paths in life. the little choices you make. what could have been.
Aurora
INTERSECTION DENOTES MANY THINGS. IT IS NOT MERELY A CROSSPOINT OF ROADS , IT IS A CONVOLUTIONS OF IDEAS, THOUGHTS AND MEMORIES. SOME INTERSECTIONS LEAD TO POSITIVE RESULTS WHILE THE OTHERS SIMPLY LEAD TO A VERY SORRY AFFAIR.
LEKSHMI
Hello! How are you? That is how I started to the girl I met at the intersection near the bud square. She was wearing a blue miniskirt and a white top. It seemed some kind of an uniform for some work perhaps. She was working for secret agency, so she told me.
kaushik
People. Cars. Buses.
Left. Right. Left. Right.
Where do I go? Which way is the right path?
And why is this SO confusing?
Surely one of these will lead me the right way….
Everyone comes across a couple forks in the road–major crossroads. These are the moments in our lives where a decision must be made, whether the deadline is far-off or in a type of time crunch. The best thing a person can do for themselves at these times is to keep an open mind and have some trust–have some faith.
dont u find it funny when you meet at an intersection with someone u hoped never to c again, the awkardness of the lie about how good it is 2 c them again. intersections sometimes intersect with the worst times of our past and present life, joined to yet again meet at yet another intersection.
Eighty… Ninety… One hundred… The holofield in my windshield glowed and pulsated as the lights outside began to blur. I knew they were behind me, but countermeasures would have to wait. Glenda’s voice came all at once
“Target label Alpha is approaching at an acceleration rate higher than yours. Would you like to start countermeasure group Theta Epsilon Jackrabbit? ”
“Can you give divert the forward magneto-shield to the engine”
“Diverting…. Auto countermeasures activated. Target Alpha will be within range in 3 seconds.”
“Aw hell. Glenda? Punch it.”
My memories, still collecting, are wide and far and strange. Driving, holding hands on the shifter and you lighting my cigarette as I drove; your eyes just as quick and paranoid as my own, your fingers quicker to the radio dial and mine quicker to the horn. I remember red lights the most, turning to each other and smiling with our lips pressed together, one eye open and waiting for the green. I remember giggling everytime we found ourselves carried away and brought back to reality by blaring impatience.
echo
Intersection is the point where two line crosses each other. Intersection is used in geometry.
I am always scared at intersections. In movies you always see a car at an intersection get slammed. I think watching this happen in way too many movies has traumatized me. I am always afraid a car is gonna just come and slam the car right on my side.
I’m pretty sure my life, at this point, is nothing more than an intersection. I’ve got my eyes’ on several very beneficial careers; acting, directing, designing, and naturally, drinking. This weekend, after blacking out, laying on a bed for five hours shivering and vomiting, I’ve come to the conclusion that those former careers might be a tad more up my alley than, say, the Beer Olympics.
Two roads intervening. You can go one way or the other. You can go left or right, forward or backward. Watch for cars smashing through, and look carefully around for x marks the spot. Great things happen at intersections, whether they be intersecting lives or intersecting paths
Eric
We met at a crossroad. Stumbled into eachother, and fell. Fell in love. Two life lines and one intersection. Two curves in a diagram that met and tangled into eachother.
it was long beyond his imagination that the intersection of these two roads would bring the joy of his life back. All his life was a sum of intersections all along…who knew. He turned the corner and it was just to meet her beautiful eyes…
msaatcioglu
intersections are places that you drive through, four way driving, have to wait for a light often. okay and on your face, technically the centre of the intersection would be your nose, kind of depends on where your nose is on your face. interesting to consider. what if your nose was totally off centre? that would make for a random face, you would talk about it to everyone im sure. especially if intersections were built like faces…
hawa
AN intersection seems to be such a small, minute part of a persons everyday journey. The term itself holds a much bigger meaning than most people might typically give it. The intersections and cross roads of life, our little pathways that intersect with others are what make our journey meaningful and fulfilled.
andrew mcmorran
My foot pressed the pedal to the floor, but nothing happened. I was headed for the intersection and unless I did something fast there was going to be a cacophony of screeching metal. I pulled up the handbrake and turned the wheel as I said a quick prayer . . .
Rebecca
meet me under the light,
u cant help but think that something bad is gunna happen possibly a fight
but theres no trouble here i just needed some air
ask that cops theyll agree thats fair
every saturday night
not drunk or high just thinkin about that next flight
A place where roads meet and you can choose which direction to go.
Tiffany
i only read and listen to the best
wouldnt put myself up there guess im still with the rest
you wouldnt believe what i put myself thru
i want it so bad, looking everywhere for that next clue
tryin so hard to make it to the top
ive seen others do it i just dont wanna flop
sing it in my head and i know i rock it
but when i put pen to paper i cant help but to cut it up and crop it
til theres nothin left, it doesnt sound right
guess ill just stick with this til tomorrow night
jack mullen
He left me standing at the inter-sectioned off was my heart. To leave to go. I turned and ran away from his orange and blue hoodie. Not wanting to look back. The streets smelled of garbage and lavender. I saw his curly hair waving in the wind in my mind. The way his hands stuck in his pockets, shoulders hunched over. I ran and didn’t look back.
R. H. Tyrrel
a place to meet with friend when you don’t know exactly where it is your going, but your certain that it will be close to that intersection.
malinda
seems like you are always at an intersection of life. feels like you can never change anything…but at the same time you have every day…every second to make a change. i hope i have the balls to do it someday.
lcurtis
There was a car and it drove through the intersection. There was a man, crossing the street far too early and nearly got hit by that car. It’s very dangerous in an intersection. Be careful when you cross the street. Thank you for your time. This was fun :)
Sarah
a place of impasse for some and a place for travel and opportunity for others we come to a decision with any regard. The decision itself can be the decision to be indecisive, however, conscious action is being undertaken as you plan the next great move the next epic fight the next humbled breathe the last past clock skating. We move forth under lights of colors that we barely understand the origin of more than the greatest questions posed of our own existence and then like that without hesitation or pause our decision, or indecision, turns into movement and then impass, or for some a place of travel and opportunity
paul kelley
the intersection of a road requires careful navigation, perhaps reflecting the personality of the drivers in the process. There will be those that hang back, waiting with extreme caution for a mile long gap before edging cautiously across the divide. Others, foot down, caution to the wind, zoom across with maverick disregard
debbie k
the intersection of two souls does not imlpie successful results for both of them.Sometimes one is too bound to the other one forgetting who she/he is.I forgot it!And I do not know where to go what to think.Going to the library
The intersection is the place where the roads meet. The place where I need to make a turn, but there are rules, and things in the way of my making a decision.
Veronica
At each intersection, there exists the choice. The decision to stop, the decision to go, the decision to “flip a bitch.” My favorite is quite possibly the choice to gun it right through, giving little to no concern over the actual color of the light signal above. Death come swiftly or not at all, but you still will feel like Indiana Jones.
Chanel Plett
i picture a road and a lot of cars, and people stopping at the intersection.
stacie
i dont really know what to write about this word because i dont even know its’ translation, my english quite sucks but it looks like a nice word, i like the way it sounds and looks, i wanna write it all over my body and on my walls. oh yeah, intersection, what a word.
kralgi
we both stop. i smile through the rain-drenched windshield and peer under the fog. i wave you on as you wave me on, and we both start forward. funny how that happens, two completely random people on completely different missions, meeting at the same exact point in time and space.
Lily
a point where two roads meet. a point in life where u may come across something which may bring a new perspective in life.
At the intersection, we find ourselves lost in the midst of a maze. We are going straight only to find that we have options, options that did not exist before. Once we breathe and take the time to find out what direction we should go… it is common to find that rather than move forward you want to go back. Go back to where you were once only going straight, forward, to a guarantee rather than a mystery.
In my life, there lies an intersection of motivation and the fear of failure. I’ve experienced failure many times before, like most. But, one time brought me to my knees. Its what drove me at one point, solely. Never to feel that kind of pain again, even if I didn’t (and still don’t) feel like I was the only one to blame. Nevertheless, I have more inspiration now. I’ve taken a leap of faith and fallen from an artificial space to a true sense of self, a path to walk in this brief life. The perfect place.
I continue. I’ll continue.
there’s an intersection. i look across the way and see you in the car. i want you. i want you really bad. with your aviator shades and your dog in the back. come to me now. where have you been, not in flordia.
cars driving really fast hitting eachother and getting into axidents. alot of people die in theses. speacial by my moms work… theres lots of traffic lights at theses, the on on telegraph by meijer takes for fucking evvver if your turning left. sooo dont turn left.. we turn left every time we go to chelsies
Yield Signs > Stop Lights
4 way stops > Round-a-bouts
Round-a-bouts are like hokey pokey with a car. Also dangerous
intersection. I think crossroads. black and yellow. bee-like, lines, conversing, convoluting, twisting together. Where the road bends… where the roads meet. where and when everything comes together. little windy paths in life. the little choices you make. what could have been.
INTERSECTION DENOTES MANY THINGS. IT IS NOT MERELY A CROSSPOINT OF ROADS , IT IS A CONVOLUTIONS OF IDEAS, THOUGHTS AND MEMORIES. SOME INTERSECTIONS LEAD TO POSITIVE RESULTS WHILE THE OTHERS SIMPLY LEAD TO A VERY SORRY AFFAIR.
Hello! How are you? That is how I started to the girl I met at the intersection near the bud square. She was wearing a blue miniskirt and a white top. It seemed some kind of an uniform for some work perhaps. She was working for secret agency, so she told me.
People. Cars. Buses.
Left. Right. Left. Right.
Where do I go? Which way is the right path?
And why is this SO confusing?
Surely one of these will lead me the right way….
Everyone comes across a couple forks in the road–major crossroads. These are the moments in our lives where a decision must be made, whether the deadline is far-off or in a type of time crunch. The best thing a person can do for themselves at these times is to keep an open mind and have some trust–have some faith.
dont u find it funny when you meet at an intersection with someone u hoped never to c again, the awkardness of the lie about how good it is 2 c them again. intersections sometimes intersect with the worst times of our past and present life, joined to yet again meet at yet another intersection.
Eighty… Ninety… One hundred… The holofield in my windshield glowed and pulsated as the lights outside began to blur. I knew they were behind me, but countermeasures would have to wait. Glenda’s voice came all at once
“Target label Alpha is approaching at an acceleration rate higher than yours. Would you like to start countermeasure group Theta Epsilon Jackrabbit? ”
“Can you give divert the forward magneto-shield to the engine”
“Diverting…. Auto countermeasures activated. Target Alpha will be within range in 3 seconds.”
“Aw hell. Glenda? Punch it.”
My memories, still collecting, are wide and far and strange. Driving, holding hands on the shifter and you lighting my cigarette as I drove; your eyes just as quick and paranoid as my own, your fingers quicker to the radio dial and mine quicker to the horn. I remember red lights the most, turning to each other and smiling with our lips pressed together, one eye open and waiting for the green. I remember giggling everytime we found ourselves carried away and brought back to reality by blaring impatience.
Intersection is the point where two line crosses each other. Intersection is used in geometry.
I am always scared at intersections. In movies you always see a car at an intersection get slammed. I think watching this happen in way too many movies has traumatized me. I am always afraid a car is gonna just come and slam the car right on my side.
I’m pretty sure my life, at this point, is nothing more than an intersection. I’ve got my eyes’ on several very beneficial careers; acting, directing, designing, and naturally, drinking. This weekend, after blacking out, laying on a bed for five hours shivering and vomiting, I’ve come to the conclusion that those former careers might be a tad more up my alley than, say, the Beer Olympics.
Two roads intervening. You can go one way or the other. You can go left or right, forward or backward. Watch for cars smashing through, and look carefully around for x marks the spot. Great things happen at intersections, whether they be intersecting lives or intersecting paths
We met at a crossroad. Stumbled into eachother, and fell. Fell in love. Two life lines and one intersection. Two curves in a diagram that met and tangled into eachother.
it was long beyond his imagination that the intersection of these two roads would bring the joy of his life back. All his life was a sum of intersections all along…who knew. He turned the corner and it was just to meet her beautiful eyes…
intersections are places that you drive through, four way driving, have to wait for a light often. okay and on your face, technically the centre of the intersection would be your nose, kind of depends on where your nose is on your face. interesting to consider. what if your nose was totally off centre? that would make for a random face, you would talk about it to everyone im sure. especially if intersections were built like faces…
AN intersection seems to be such a small, minute part of a persons everyday journey. The term itself holds a much bigger meaning than most people might typically give it. The intersections and cross roads of life, our little pathways that intersect with others are what make our journey meaningful and fulfilled.
My foot pressed the pedal to the floor, but nothing happened. I was headed for the intersection and unless I did something fast there was going to be a cacophony of screeching metal. I pulled up the handbrake and turned the wheel as I said a quick prayer . . .
meet me under the light,
u cant help but think that something bad is gunna happen possibly a fight
but theres no trouble here i just needed some air
ask that cops theyll agree thats fair
every saturday night
not drunk or high just thinkin about that next flight
some intersected roads in a town
A place where roads meet and you can choose which direction to go.
i only read and listen to the best
wouldnt put myself up there guess im still with the rest
you wouldnt believe what i put myself thru
i want it so bad, looking everywhere for that next clue
tryin so hard to make it to the top
ive seen others do it i just dont wanna flop
sing it in my head and i know i rock it
but when i put pen to paper i cant help but to cut it up and crop it
til theres nothin left, it doesnt sound right
guess ill just stick with this til tomorrow night
He left me standing at the inter-sectioned off was my heart. To leave to go. I turned and ran away from his orange and blue hoodie. Not wanting to look back. The streets smelled of garbage and lavender. I saw his curly hair waving in the wind in my mind. The way his hands stuck in his pockets, shoulders hunched over. I ran and didn’t look back.
a place to meet with friend when you don’t know exactly where it is your going, but your certain that it will be close to that intersection.
seems like you are always at an intersection of life. feels like you can never change anything…but at the same time you have every day…every second to make a change. i hope i have the balls to do it someday.
There was a car and it drove through the intersection. There was a man, crossing the street far too early and nearly got hit by that car. It’s very dangerous in an intersection. Be careful when you cross the street. Thank you for your time. This was fun :)
a place of impasse for some and a place for travel and opportunity for others we come to a decision with any regard. The decision itself can be the decision to be indecisive, however, conscious action is being undertaken as you plan the next great move the next epic fight the next humbled breathe the last past clock skating. We move forth under lights of colors that we barely understand the origin of more than the greatest questions posed of our own existence and then like that without hesitation or pause our decision, or indecision, turns into movement and then impass, or for some a place of travel and opportunity
the intersection of a road requires careful navigation, perhaps reflecting the personality of the drivers in the process. There will be those that hang back, waiting with extreme caution for a mile long gap before edging cautiously across the divide. Others, foot down, caution to the wind, zoom across with maverick disregard
the intersection of two souls does not imlpie successful results for both of them.Sometimes one is too bound to the other one forgetting who she/he is.I forgot it!And I do not know where to go what to think.Going to the library
I thought the traffic in Taiwan was bad… check out this intersection in India! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jt_K5dDNF88
The intersection is the place where the roads meet. The place where I need to make a turn, but there are rules, and things in the way of my making a decision.
At each intersection, there exists the choice. The decision to stop, the decision to go, the decision to “flip a bitch.” My favorite is quite possibly the choice to gun it right through, giving little to no concern over the actual color of the light signal above. Death come swiftly or not at all, but you still will feel like Indiana Jones.
i picture a road and a lot of cars, and people stopping at the intersection.
i dont really know what to write about this word because i dont even know its’ translation, my english quite sucks but it looks like a nice word, i like the way it sounds and looks, i wanna write it all over my body and on my walls. oh yeah, intersection, what a word.
we both stop. i smile through the rain-drenched windshield and peer under the fog. i wave you on as you wave me on, and we both start forward. funny how that happens, two completely random people on completely different missions, meeting at the same exact point in time and space.
a point where two roads meet. a point in life where u may come across something which may bring a new perspective in life.