There comes a time in you life where you meet an intersection. You may go at some point, and you want to, but there is always that red warning light, holding you back. I believe it to be fear. Fear of anything and everything.
Juliet
When i think of an intersection I think of green. I want to go, I hate waiting for things to happen. I know whats going to happen when I see that green. I’m gonna go. Get out of here. Get away from this place. As soon as I can. It doesn’t matter where I go so long as i’m moving. Away.
Candice
the middle of 4 roads
erica chupp
intersection like at a four way stop?
like when your waiting to see who is going to go first?
like when you stop to wait to see when your going to turn?
like when you have writers block and your stoped at a intersection?
i think so.
for sure.
inter means stop
You’re at a crossroads and I can see it. The intersection of wanting me and anything but taking care of me. The best part shouldn’t be winning me, it should be holding on to me. But I’m at my own intersection. Wavering between falling and running as fast as I can in the other direction. I’ll follow if you take the lead. The only question remaing, which way will you turn?
Crossroad usually consisting of 2 or more roads meeting at the center. It can sometimes be the cause of many accidents including some I’ve been in.
Dennis Wilson
A place of possibilities. A place of meeting. A place of ebb and flow. A necessary place. Meet me there. I will wait until my light is green.
Carolyn Lackey
i feel like i am constantly at different intersections in life. Sometimes, however the difference lies in which direction I have always chosen to go. is the light red? or is it green. The path I am on constantly dictates whether or not i can proceed immediately when i get to a crossroads.
michael sorenson
we met at the intersection, I didn’t know whether the light was red or green, but you knew. You said you wanted to go, you said it was green, but it was really red, it was red, it was red…how can I ever trust you again, how can you sit there and just lie to me, to my face? There are no green lights, only red lights, there are no green places, only brown, deserted places.
Lora
What, you wondered which way to go? Of course you did. You thought to stay on the road. Maybe next time you ought to choose one that doesn’t intersect.
chael
Cars meet. Some obey traffic signals. Some don’t. Lines cross. Hearts become entwined.
Jackie Garvin
i drove to the intersection of some backwater street in cayman and saw the most black ignorant people god could have had the odasity to put in one location. one word for you. disgrace. and maybe : hahaha lol and wtf. am i done yet?
cory
maisie is stuck at the intersection. she says, speed up. we drive into 5 other cars. she says, i cant wait to drive. 14 years later, maisie does not get her liscense.
Maisie
A place where you have to go a certain way. In the country you never have to wait for someone to go, considering there is no other people to wait for. But there is also the times where you have to let others go and wait in line for your chance to go. You often see intersections in driving and it’s the best part of driving. It teaches you how to follow the rules.
Avery
Intersection is the same as a crossroads. It’s a place where I am right now, with a lot of people in my life. Alot of ideas. It’s the place where people crash and burn and build up bridges and freak out and want to eat burritos in taco bell late at night when they are drunk and just found out they lost 20 dollars. Or it’s something bigger. Like a highway.
Carly
the place where two rtaods meet. a place in your life that you come to where you have to make a decision about which direction to go. a place whgere accidents happen. right angles. perpendicualr. roads, cars, streets, trains, lights, crosswalks, sewer covers, usually where two roads cross, but sometimes more.
Treece
crossroads, meet in the middle, two objects overlapping, stop sign, four way stop, crash into, two points.
Bethany
Where cars stop and go… a place where accidents happen. Red light green light yellow. Intersections are like life sometimes you get to go and other times you have to stop and think about what your doing. Yellow lights are for slowing down.
Hayley McMillan
My life is at an intersection. Should I turn left? Should I turn right? Possibly go straight? Nay, I will forge my own path..
I came to that intersection thinking, maybe ill get hit today. In the ten years i have lived on that corner I have seen an astounding number of crashes, none fatal. so each time I come across my intersection I get frightened. And so today was no exception and today i was hit and today that hit was fatal.
Ruby
My life is an intersection of my African roots and my American heritage. Throw in a bit of Brazil, Aruba and colombia and thats the intersection you will find me.
deb
place stop sing feeliongs caress dont touch hate fate line park way caress dont touch life love life tou how cant go stop stay leave near far titanic earth move end life white how egiptain care home red loose lost great need
aylor
she was at the intersection
the cars every direction
they buzzed by her ear
nobody could steer
she couldn’t move
or blink an eye
she waited there
hoped not to die
roya
lots of wrecks happen at intersections
….I’m not really sure what else to write
I don’t encounter this word on a daily basis
hmm
Life is a great group of intersections. We run up to them again and again throught the course of our life and take many turns, many paths, always wondering if we’ve gone the right direction. And though we can rarely go back and try again, fear not, for there are always more intersections to come upon, to explore. More possibilities and futures. Even this, is an intersection.
ItsAProcess
intersection. accident. bipolar ii. confusion at stop sign. ithaca. directions. google map.s gps. technology. intersection of relationships; conceptual intersection. not tv, which is parallel; rare relationship intersection.
Tyler
I usually just hesitate at intersections. Like who goes first? Especially at stop signs. I usually have light signals down. I know exactly when I get to go. Otherwise, with stop signs, I usually hesitate for like 2 minutes. It gets pretty awkward. I hate it. Especially in the morning on the way to school. Ew, I hate it. I usually try to go early to avoid it.
Kelsey
intersection is about people is about cars is about noise is about music intersextion implies a lot of feelings and senses
ramona
The horses gathered at the crossroad ready for the hunt. People gathered from every direction
mary alker
There always seems to be a point in every one’s life that we happen to come upon an intersection. For some it has only a couple of sign posts and the way is clear, for others it’s a confusing jumble of opposing signs and no clear way forward.
Amy
A cross-roads where two friends pause to talk, just to say hello. But the sun is bright and the park is nearby, so they take a stroll down the shadowed path arm in arm.
There’s a place where two roads meet, where a stop sign reigns over a square of pavement where blood flows freely across tar and sparkling asphault.
A little girl stands, holding a teddy bear and watching her world slip away.
Flashing lights from fire engines play their way across her face, and she turns her cheek away from them. They are too bright.
Savannah
we were parked, it was summer and i remember my outfit; it was stupid and trying too hard, so obviously I was in high school – early high school (still drowning my confusion and sorrows in weird foods sodden with cream cheese) so i was a chub. the cars hit so smoothly, and our music was so loud, I hardly remember hearing it and barely saw it. but it happened 10 feet in front of us. we took the little girl from the back seat to the bathroom at our house 2 blocks away. the car was totalled, it was a farm car, nobody got hurt. the man driving the truck that hit them was the man my friend from 6th grade’s mom cheated on back in the day. the concept of infedilty was so modern to me at the time, i will never forget his face or the face of my friends mom.
charlotte
Standing in the middle of two roads,
this intersection made me so unsure of myself.
I asked “Can someone help me, can someone show me a way?”
Then out of nowhere two men came out of hiding
“I hear you are in need of some help” the first man said, “you can trust me… not my brother over here, I assure you the correct way is the left path”
“Oh! now that is a lie the correct path is the right path. you can trust me! not my brother” said the second man.
Now who can I trust? When I sure couldn’t even trust myself to make a decision.
she left the airport feeling somewhat aggitated by the way she had been treated. how was she to know that her husband had left his mobile phone switched on inside their luggage. she was furious with both him and the security guy who had no authority trying to carry out a full body search on her.
mary alker
waiting. waiting. here i am. where am i? left. no, no. right. i am going to turn right now. okay i’ve turned right shit why did i do that? gary just called. he said to go left there. or did he say right?
sheirin Khalil
Concrete jungles where the wildlife is controlled by humans pumping pedals and turning steering wheels. It’s a controlled chaos that we live in. We have managed to separate ourselves from the laws of nature and have chosen to live in opposition of it. I don’t want to see how this one ends.
The roads were closed off at this point. The dust from the farming town across the highway was abandoned, but the hay still remained. Everything was coated in a thick layer, while a fog like density centered around the intersection.
Lauren Milbrandt
The point where two lines meet. The word reminds me of mathemathics and also of streets. A bit of a boring word, really. I don´t care much for it.
Dann
This one self obsessed douche thought that his time was so much more important, he ran over a girl on a bike.
Then all the other cars in the intersection drove into them both, because they were’nt paying attention either.
So many cars went into the pile up that they reached the moon, and when they got their, the survivors all got out saying: “we did it! we did it!”, only to suffocate in the vacuum of space.
There comes a time in you life where you meet an intersection. You may go at some point, and you want to, but there is always that red warning light, holding you back. I believe it to be fear. Fear of anything and everything.
When i think of an intersection I think of green. I want to go, I hate waiting for things to happen. I know whats going to happen when I see that green. I’m gonna go. Get out of here. Get away from this place. As soon as I can. It doesn’t matter where I go so long as i’m moving. Away.
the middle of 4 roads
intersection like at a four way stop?
like when your waiting to see who is going to go first?
like when you stop to wait to see when your going to turn?
like when you have writers block and your stoped at a intersection?
i think so.
for sure.
inter means stop
You’re at a crossroads and I can see it. The intersection of wanting me and anything but taking care of me. The best part shouldn’t be winning me, it should be holding on to me. But I’m at my own intersection. Wavering between falling and running as fast as I can in the other direction. I’ll follow if you take the lead. The only question remaing, which way will you turn?
Crossroad usually consisting of 2 or more roads meeting at the center. It can sometimes be the cause of many accidents including some I’ve been in.
A place of possibilities. A place of meeting. A place of ebb and flow. A necessary place. Meet me there. I will wait until my light is green.
i feel like i am constantly at different intersections in life. Sometimes, however the difference lies in which direction I have always chosen to go. is the light red? or is it green. The path I am on constantly dictates whether or not i can proceed immediately when i get to a crossroads.
we met at the intersection, I didn’t know whether the light was red or green, but you knew. You said you wanted to go, you said it was green, but it was really red, it was red, it was red…how can I ever trust you again, how can you sit there and just lie to me, to my face? There are no green lights, only red lights, there are no green places, only brown, deserted places.
What, you wondered which way to go? Of course you did. You thought to stay on the road. Maybe next time you ought to choose one that doesn’t intersect.
Cars meet. Some obey traffic signals. Some don’t. Lines cross. Hearts become entwined.
i drove to the intersection of some backwater street in cayman and saw the most black ignorant people god could have had the odasity to put in one location. one word for you. disgrace. and maybe : hahaha lol and wtf. am i done yet?
maisie is stuck at the intersection. she says, speed up. we drive into 5 other cars. she says, i cant wait to drive. 14 years later, maisie does not get her liscense.
A place where you have to go a certain way. In the country you never have to wait for someone to go, considering there is no other people to wait for. But there is also the times where you have to let others go and wait in line for your chance to go. You often see intersections in driving and it’s the best part of driving. It teaches you how to follow the rules.
Intersection is the same as a crossroads. It’s a place where I am right now, with a lot of people in my life. Alot of ideas. It’s the place where people crash and burn and build up bridges and freak out and want to eat burritos in taco bell late at night when they are drunk and just found out they lost 20 dollars. Or it’s something bigger. Like a highway.
the place where two rtaods meet. a place in your life that you come to where you have to make a decision about which direction to go. a place whgere accidents happen. right angles. perpendicualr. roads, cars, streets, trains, lights, crosswalks, sewer covers, usually where two roads cross, but sometimes more.
crossroads, meet in the middle, two objects overlapping, stop sign, four way stop, crash into, two points.
Where cars stop and go… a place where accidents happen. Red light green light yellow. Intersections are like life sometimes you get to go and other times you have to stop and think about what your doing. Yellow lights are for slowing down.
My life is at an intersection. Should I turn left? Should I turn right? Possibly go straight? Nay, I will forge my own path..
..to the stars through rugged ways.
I came to that intersection thinking, maybe ill get hit today. In the ten years i have lived on that corner I have seen an astounding number of crashes, none fatal. so each time I come across my intersection I get frightened. And so today was no exception and today i was hit and today that hit was fatal.
My life is an intersection of my African roots and my American heritage. Throw in a bit of Brazil, Aruba and colombia and thats the intersection you will find me.
place stop sing feeliongs caress dont touch hate fate line park way caress dont touch life love life tou how cant go stop stay leave near far titanic earth move end life white how egiptain care home red loose lost great need
she was at the intersection
the cars every direction
they buzzed by her ear
nobody could steer
she couldn’t move
or blink an eye
she waited there
hoped not to die
lots of wrecks happen at intersections
….I’m not really sure what else to write
I don’t encounter this word on a daily basis
hmm
Life is a great group of intersections. We run up to them again and again throught the course of our life and take many turns, many paths, always wondering if we’ve gone the right direction. And though we can rarely go back and try again, fear not, for there are always more intersections to come upon, to explore. More possibilities and futures. Even this, is an intersection.
intersection. accident. bipolar ii. confusion at stop sign. ithaca. directions. google map.s gps. technology. intersection of relationships; conceptual intersection. not tv, which is parallel; rare relationship intersection.
I usually just hesitate at intersections. Like who goes first? Especially at stop signs. I usually have light signals down. I know exactly when I get to go. Otherwise, with stop signs, I usually hesitate for like 2 minutes. It gets pretty awkward. I hate it. Especially in the morning on the way to school. Ew, I hate it. I usually try to go early to avoid it.
intersection is about people is about cars is about noise is about music intersextion implies a lot of feelings and senses
The horses gathered at the crossroad ready for the hunt. People gathered from every direction
There always seems to be a point in every one’s life that we happen to come upon an intersection. For some it has only a couple of sign posts and the way is clear, for others it’s a confusing jumble of opposing signs and no clear way forward.
A cross-roads where two friends pause to talk, just to say hello. But the sun is bright and the park is nearby, so they take a stroll down the shadowed path arm in arm.
There’s a place where two roads meet, where a stop sign reigns over a square of pavement where blood flows freely across tar and sparkling asphault.
A little girl stands, holding a teddy bear and watching her world slip away.
Flashing lights from fire engines play their way across her face, and she turns her cheek away from them. They are too bright.
we were parked, it was summer and i remember my outfit; it was stupid and trying too hard, so obviously I was in high school – early high school (still drowning my confusion and sorrows in weird foods sodden with cream cheese) so i was a chub. the cars hit so smoothly, and our music was so loud, I hardly remember hearing it and barely saw it. but it happened 10 feet in front of us. we took the little girl from the back seat to the bathroom at our house 2 blocks away. the car was totalled, it was a farm car, nobody got hurt. the man driving the truck that hit them was the man my friend from 6th grade’s mom cheated on back in the day. the concept of infedilty was so modern to me at the time, i will never forget his face or the face of my friends mom.
Standing in the middle of two roads,
this intersection made me so unsure of myself.
I asked “Can someone help me, can someone show me a way?”
Then out of nowhere two men came out of hiding
“I hear you are in need of some help” the first man said, “you can trust me… not my brother over here, I assure you the correct way is the left path”
“Oh! now that is a lie the correct path is the right path. you can trust me! not my brother” said the second man.
Now who can I trust? When I sure couldn’t even trust myself to make a decision.
she left the airport feeling somewhat aggitated by the way she had been treated. how was she to know that her husband had left his mobile phone switched on inside their luggage. she was furious with both him and the security guy who had no authority trying to carry out a full body search on her.
waiting. waiting. here i am. where am i? left. no, no. right. i am going to turn right now. okay i’ve turned right shit why did i do that? gary just called. he said to go left there. or did he say right?
Concrete jungles where the wildlife is controlled by humans pumping pedals and turning steering wheels. It’s a controlled chaos that we live in. We have managed to separate ourselves from the laws of nature and have chosen to live in opposition of it. I don’t want to see how this one ends.
The roads were closed off at this point. The dust from the farming town across the highway was abandoned, but the hay still remained. Everything was coated in a thick layer, while a fog like density centered around the intersection.
The point where two lines meet. The word reminds me of mathemathics and also of streets. A bit of a boring word, really. I don´t care much for it.
This one self obsessed douche thought that his time was so much more important, he ran over a girl on a bike.
Then all the other cars in the intersection drove into them both, because they were’nt paying attention either.
So many cars went into the pile up that they reached the moon, and when they got their, the survivors all got out saying: “we did it! we did it!”, only to suffocate in the vacuum of space.