intersection. a place where two things meet. two lines. geometry. streets. new york city. fate. lives intertwined and destined by stars to intersect cannot do anything but follow their paths. when you find that you intersect with someone maybe you have something in common.
Karen
intersection is a word that relates to sex, or that is what comes to my mind when i hear it. it s a word that might also have other meanings but right now sex is the only word that comes to my mind.
jessica
a meeting. a place where cars come and go and they are kind of boring but knid of hypnotizing to watch. in cities there is too much exhaust and too many taxiz and no one is a safe driver. in life things come together and then they split up and you had a choice.
Rachel Myers
green, yellow, red
sitting in my car, but i feel alone in my bed
I close my eyes and hit the gas
pray to god i don’t crash
but this is just another street light i gotta get past
will i last?
I ALREADY DID THIS ONE YOU BUTT WHOLE WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH IMM A POLICE SIRON HOW DO YOU SPELL SIRON I WOULD GOOGLE IT BUT THEN MY TIMER WOULD DING AND I WOULD BE OUT OF TIME :( I LIKE TO EAT POOP JAAYKAAY I LOVE JUSTIN DREW BIEBER. HIIII IM BUTT CHEEK NARWALL..ARE NARWALS REAL ?
poop nugget
i looked left, then right. Seeing nothing, i started to cross the intersection. BEEP!! Before i could register what had happened. I was already on the ground, with scrapes and bruises around my palms and knees.
OmNomNomagon
intersecting reminds me of math. i hate math. i suck at it. math is just pointless and we do not need it in the world. it also reminds me of carsss,, like on a streeett. lol im dummb (: well anyways INTERSECTINNG LINESSS
poop nugget
I found myself at an intersection in my life. I was ready to drive across but my car whined and went no further. “DAMN!” I cursed, pressing my foot down on the petal as hard as it would go. That was it, I would be stuck on this side forever. I would never see my life beyond.
Crossroads. “The Road Less Traveled” by Robert Frost. A change. I DON’T KNOW!
Mickey
Left, right or straight on, again at an intersection of life. The adventure continues with every turn, every crossroads.
steve
its the intersection that stood between his heart, and the woman who would make it, and later shatter it. This is the intersection that he met, and in 8 years would realize that he was the own murderer to himself.
Caitlyn
the light changes, from red to green. She relases her clutch, then her brake, and edges forward. since the acident, she’s been quite anxious about crossing roads.
Janninish
green, yellow, red
sitting in my car, but i feel alone in my bed
I close my eyes and hit the gas
pray to god i don’t crash
but this is just another street light i gotta get past
will i last?
Luminatus
The cliff overlooked the busy intersection. The teen sighed as she picked a flower and watched the cars go by.
niki
The intersection of two different parts of me the one that wants to sit and the one that wants to move I circulate the green light on this one and on that but the part with the red light is always angry and
Siara
SO that’s the way it was, my car and their car and that dastardly old intersection that nobody ever understood and no one had the brains to tackle. Who would proceed first? And who would lag behind? T
Russ
that one time in fifth grade when the “intersection” didnt work and my mother’s otherwise straight driving was interrupted by an old woman who sailed through the red light while looking at the green light beyond it. our car was smashed from the side and for months after that, i couldnt be looking down when we drove through one. i had to be up, checking the cross-sections, like that would actually matter if it failed again…
streets cross and worlds colide as i come across the intersection of life and in my stripe is still smoke my pipe til the budds just right and i take full flight, with all my might.
EeZzy
It was at the intersection that I heard all of the lies of the beautiful people.Hearing gossip, judging, hurt and vulgarity coming out of the mouths of women. It was at the intersection I realized that people may be beautiful but liars.
Lizzi
I want another word because I really don’t know what I have to write here
He intersected her as she was hurrying quickly down the hallway; her head bent, she was looking at her shoes. “How are you?” he asked. She gave a small squeak and promptly hurried away. He followed her with his eyes with amusement.
Alessandra
there are a lot of crazy cars here people are giving awkward glances to each other so many teenagers with their music blasting and dancing like no other drivers can see them light turns yellow green red crash boom dent siren cops are yelling
We met at the intersection of time and space. “How strange to see you here,” he said. I hadn’t been expecting it either.
We parted amicably and pledged to meet again one day at another intersection.
Joy
Crossing the street I looked up and saw him, a broken resemblance of someone I once loved: heart splayed, weary eyed and wandering, in search of something I would have found attractive once. This new phase, feeling rooted to this spot, feeling it so unnecessary to pivot round and round and round. I can see the stranger in his eyes and I need not ask the questions that might once have plagued my nights.
driving a car. car crash. hit by a car. die. get hurt. loes someone. gpoing to visit family / loved ones. stop lights. city. halifax. home.
morgan
Reminds me of how I’m learning to drive right now and I am not all that great. also reminds me of the word intercourse because they start the same. silly but yeah. embarassing, HELL YEAH. oh well. Incourse is the act of MAKING LOVE so you shuold only do it if youre in love!
sara dipity
she handed the tablet back to shally,”directions,now,those i understand.just get me through the intersection,on to the highway.that i understand.”
Well I’m standing on a corner in Norman, Oklahoma and I’m quite sure I’m in the wrong town. Even if two scenes are intersecting, I’m not sure I want own this ground. In the springtime I want a place where the sun shines like aural light and the wind don’t get off on battering me around.
We drove past the intersection, Jimmy had something blaring in his headphones. Grandma asked him to turn it down, but he didn’t hear. The road wound ahead of us like a frozen, gray snake, my stomach churned. I knew he wouldn’t be the same when we saw him, that he would just be a dried out husk of the old man he used to be.
Alisa
Did you know that the most deaths and fatalities on the road occur at intersections?
kayla williams
the intersection scares me. It’s so busy all the time and people never stop for bikers. I think the button to cross at the intersection is to satisfy the human need for power and it is a placebo. I like switching lanes at intersections. I’m a rebel. Rebels rule.
Alissa Rubin
Turn right at the busy intersection of your day and go straight for a while and then turn right into my dream way.
teht intersection between life and love is an interesting and potentially dangerous one. GO there, and you take all sorts of risks. The payoff can be huge. Or it can be disastrous. Heartache simply
Russ
WHen you walk across the intersection one of two things could happen. You could live or you could die. Think of all the intersections you pass through everyday. That’s dozens of life or death situations. Many assume its a measly cross walk. But one wrong move could end your life forever.
Eva Halpern
I was standing there watching it happen. I saw the balloon float to the clouds, and the bright flash of slick yellow as it darted out to catch up. Then the inevitable happened, only it was inevitable. Where was that young boys guardian?
vanessa
Roads cross and the sidewalks do too, and people cross and cars drive, but the really amazing thing is when lives intersect. People change other people. We are not ourselves, but a combination of every person we have ever met. Every friend we have ever had. Every teacher who taught us. Everyone. Each person that has touched your life has made you into who you are. And when lives intersect, inevitably they separate again. But perhaps with the knowledge that you’ve gained, you’ll be able to move on a bit stronger than before.
Andria
The intersection of my life starts now. I choose between not two paths but every path. Every way is the wrong way and every destination does not exist. What is fate? I choose it.
Lily Smith
There’s an intersection at Thomason and Eighth.
I always hang out there just to see who stops by.
I’ve had money thrown at me, and cigarettes,
I’ve been called slut, whore and angel.
Well, there’s nothing really special about that corner,
But I seem to have found myself there.
Amanda Hill
The intersection in the road was quite intruiguing to Emily. It had at least ten different paths it seemed, each covered with a different thing: branches, rocks, leaves, and all the other elements of the forest. She looked in the middle of all the roads, and saw a fairy laying there, its body limp and pale with the Florida sun seeming to beat down on it uncomfortably.
intersection. a place where two things meet. two lines. geometry. streets. new york city. fate. lives intertwined and destined by stars to intersect cannot do anything but follow their paths. when you find that you intersect with someone maybe you have something in common.
intersection is a word that relates to sex, or that is what comes to my mind when i hear it. it s a word that might also have other meanings but right now sex is the only word that comes to my mind.
a meeting. a place where cars come and go and they are kind of boring but knid of hypnotizing to watch. in cities there is too much exhaust and too many taxiz and no one is a safe driver. in life things come together and then they split up and you had a choice.
green, yellow, red
sitting in my car, but i feel alone in my bed
I close my eyes and hit the gas
pray to god i don’t crash
but this is just another street light i gotta get past
will i last?
I ALREADY DID THIS ONE YOU BUTT WHOLE WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH IMM A POLICE SIRON HOW DO YOU SPELL SIRON I WOULD GOOGLE IT BUT THEN MY TIMER WOULD DING AND I WOULD BE OUT OF TIME :( I LIKE TO EAT POOP JAAYKAAY I LOVE JUSTIN DREW BIEBER. HIIII IM BUTT CHEEK NARWALL..ARE NARWALS REAL ?
i looked left, then right. Seeing nothing, i started to cross the intersection. BEEP!! Before i could register what had happened. I was already on the ground, with scrapes and bruises around my palms and knees.
intersecting reminds me of math. i hate math. i suck at it. math is just pointless and we do not need it in the world. it also reminds me of carsss,, like on a streeett. lol im dummb (: well anyways INTERSECTINNG LINESSS
I found myself at an intersection in my life. I was ready to drive across but my car whined and went no further. “DAMN!” I cursed, pressing my foot down on the petal as hard as it would go. That was it, I would be stuck on this side forever. I would never see my life beyond.
Crossroads. “The Road Less Traveled” by Robert Frost. A change. I DON’T KNOW!
Left, right or straight on, again at an intersection of life. The adventure continues with every turn, every crossroads.
its the intersection that stood between his heart, and the woman who would make it, and later shatter it. This is the intersection that he met, and in 8 years would realize that he was the own murderer to himself.
the light changes, from red to green. She relases her clutch, then her brake, and edges forward. since the acident, she’s been quite anxious about crossing roads.
green, yellow, red
sitting in my car, but i feel alone in my bed
I close my eyes and hit the gas
pray to god i don’t crash
but this is just another street light i gotta get past
will i last?
The cliff overlooked the busy intersection. The teen sighed as she picked a flower and watched the cars go by.
The intersection of two different parts of me the one that wants to sit and the one that wants to move I circulate the green light on this one and on that but the part with the red light is always angry and
SO that’s the way it was, my car and their car and that dastardly old intersection that nobody ever understood and no one had the brains to tackle. Who would proceed first? And who would lag behind? T
that one time in fifth grade when the “intersection” didnt work and my mother’s otherwise straight driving was interrupted by an old woman who sailed through the red light while looking at the green light beyond it. our car was smashed from the side and for months after that, i couldnt be looking down when we drove through one. i had to be up, checking the cross-sections, like that would actually matter if it failed again…
streets cross and worlds colide as i come across the intersection of life and in my stripe is still smoke my pipe til the budds just right and i take full flight, with all my might.
It was at the intersection that I heard all of the lies of the beautiful people.Hearing gossip, judging, hurt and vulgarity coming out of the mouths of women. It was at the intersection I realized that people may be beautiful but liars.
I want another word because I really don’t know what I have to write here
He intersected her as she was hurrying quickly down the hallway; her head bent, she was looking at her shoes. “How are you?” he asked. She gave a small squeak and promptly hurried away. He followed her with his eyes with amusement.
there are a lot of crazy cars here people are giving awkward glances to each other so many teenagers with their music blasting and dancing like no other drivers can see them light turns yellow green red crash boom dent siren cops are yelling
about it
We met at the intersection of time and space. “How strange to see you here,” he said. I hadn’t been expecting it either.
We parted amicably and pledged to meet again one day at another intersection.
Crossing the street I looked up and saw him, a broken resemblance of someone I once loved: heart splayed, weary eyed and wandering, in search of something I would have found attractive once. This new phase, feeling rooted to this spot, feeling it so unnecessary to pivot round and round and round. I can see the stranger in his eyes and I need not ask the questions that might once have plagued my nights.
driving a car. car crash. hit by a car. die. get hurt. loes someone. gpoing to visit family / loved ones. stop lights. city. halifax. home.
Reminds me of how I’m learning to drive right now and I am not all that great. also reminds me of the word intercourse because they start the same. silly but yeah. embarassing, HELL YEAH. oh well. Incourse is the act of MAKING LOVE so you shuold only do it if youre in love!
she handed the tablet back to shally,”directions,now,those i understand.just get me through the intersection,on to the highway.that i understand.”
Well I’m standing on a corner in Norman, Oklahoma and I’m quite sure I’m in the wrong town. Even if two scenes are intersecting, I’m not sure I want own this ground. In the springtime I want a place where the sun shines like aural light and the wind don’t get off on battering me around.
We drove past the intersection, Jimmy had something blaring in his headphones. Grandma asked him to turn it down, but he didn’t hear. The road wound ahead of us like a frozen, gray snake, my stomach churned. I knew he wouldn’t be the same when we saw him, that he would just be a dried out husk of the old man he used to be.
Did you know that the most deaths and fatalities on the road occur at intersections?
the intersection scares me. It’s so busy all the time and people never stop for bikers. I think the button to cross at the intersection is to satisfy the human need for power and it is a placebo. I like switching lanes at intersections. I’m a rebel. Rebels rule.
Turn right at the busy intersection of your day and go straight for a while and then turn right into my dream way.
teht intersection between life and love is an interesting and potentially dangerous one. GO there, and you take all sorts of risks. The payoff can be huge. Or it can be disastrous. Heartache simply
WHen you walk across the intersection one of two things could happen. You could live or you could die. Think of all the intersections you pass through everyday. That’s dozens of life or death situations. Many assume its a measly cross walk. But one wrong move could end your life forever.
I was standing there watching it happen. I saw the balloon float to the clouds, and the bright flash of slick yellow as it darted out to catch up. Then the inevitable happened, only it was inevitable. Where was that young boys guardian?
Roads cross and the sidewalks do too, and people cross and cars drive, but the really amazing thing is when lives intersect. People change other people. We are not ourselves, but a combination of every person we have ever met. Every friend we have ever had. Every teacher who taught us. Everyone. Each person that has touched your life has made you into who you are. And when lives intersect, inevitably they separate again. But perhaps with the knowledge that you’ve gained, you’ll be able to move on a bit stronger than before.
The intersection of my life starts now. I choose between not two paths but every path. Every way is the wrong way and every destination does not exist. What is fate? I choose it.
There’s an intersection at Thomason and Eighth.
I always hang out there just to see who stops by.
I’ve had money thrown at me, and cigarettes,
I’ve been called slut, whore and angel.
Well, there’s nothing really special about that corner,
But I seem to have found myself there.
The intersection in the road was quite intruiguing to Emily. It had at least ten different paths it seemed, each covered with a different thing: branches, rocks, leaves, and all the other elements of the forest. She looked in the middle of all the roads, and saw a fairy laying there, its body limp and pale with the Florida sun seeming to beat down on it uncomfortably.