Reminds me of a path, probably in Britain in the countryside. Bushes and white flowers line it, possibly with some white fenceposts. Quiet, serene, and calm. A good place to go on a walk down
Martin
walking down the lane, imagining your hand in mine. walking down the lane, kicking leaves about, red and brown. walking down the lane,
Liesbeth
It was a dark lane that led to her house. She never liked it. In fact, it almost prevented her from taking the house, but she feared the cool judgement of her friends. It was a great place, probably safe, and if not, at least she’d have stories.
longsocks
I was broken and tired. Standing in the lane, waiting for a person to pass. No one came. For hours, I waited. Nothing. Nothing but the cool breeze of the early morning wind. It wasn’t until past 5 when the sun began to peek over the tops of the mountains. The wind picked up, and there I stood, in the lane.
Aimee
changing lanes in this fast- food world we live in
living life in the fast lane.
i pave my own lane.
john lennon had penny lane.
i don’t have a penny.
brian piarulli
lizie! i miss you. lizie lane. i need someone to talk to right now. i dont know if you would be the one to listen. maybe tizz, none the less i miss you.
TJJ
walking down a lane, our garden is separated only by a lane from rosings park. quiet, country, rhymes with lame, trees, tranquility, like jane only not.
boo
I don’t want to live my life like a man walking down a dirt path with a wheelbarrow. I need to level the ruts and get rid of the tracks. I have to dig my own grave to find freedom.
r.a.
I always wanted to live in a house that was on a lane. Not a drive, or a street or even a prestigous court. But a simple lane. with a treehouse and a kayak and a husband who would drive wine and talk about Madame Butterfly, but in the morning be simple.
Anonymous
at the end of the lane waits
someone?
a garden?
a patch of sunlight?
a favorite bench?
a neighbors dog?
untold delights
infinite possibilities
kristie
laneb lane a plain jane lane…plain jane….I hate it when people say that. Jane is a pretty name, it was the name of the girl from tarzan. “I’m Jane, you’re Tarzan, Tarzan, Jane.” She wasn’t really plain. :o)
Kenz
What’s her name? Stacy Lane. Black, blonde and blue eyes.
Yona
i used to live on Lane road. i spent every day there for the past 19 years. i never said i wanted to move, but who would listen to me anyway. no one ever does.
Hannah Patterson
i live on one. its serene and calming to me. I cant think of any other place that i could truly call home but the lane of pioneer. it has three ponds. i recall sitting beside them watching the sun dancing on the water…
Anonymous
Strolling down the lane she admired her surroundings. The cherry blossoms along the crick were in full bloom, delicate pink petals and wispy stamens bursting out of dead black twigs. Spring was a marvelous time. She would go through any number of winters for a spring like this one
Dryad
I have to change lanes in my life, the left lane is more comfortable for me for some reason
lane, lame
lane jane
mary jane
Anonymous
as i walked down the lane i decided to be the coolest peroson in the whole entire world. i wonder if me and keri will ever walk down a lane or me and her cousin cuz i cant say i woulod mind that either she is pretty cute and does certainly have great skin i mean who knows even though she lives a while aas
Anonymous
down the lane of memories
of love and life and time and death
a lane that holds my childhood
my much forgotten childhood
don’t walk down this lane for dark secrets will await
of a person who’s not me
of a person who’s not me
don’t let me walk back in there
for i do not wish to remember
my past has been doomed
the houses demolished
goodbye, memory lane
Julia Perez
She’s taken every path, run off down every road and now she’s wandering aimlessly through country lanes. She wishes she was on horseback. It’s the ideal location for that, or maybe she’s just romanticising, again, as usual.
T
down the lane of memories
of love and life and time and death
a lane that holds my childhood
my much forgotten childhood
don’t walk down this lane for dark secrets will await
of a person who’s not me
of a person who’s not me
don’t let me walk back in there
for i do not wish to remember
my past has been doomed
the houses demolished
goodbye, memory lane
Julia Perez
it wound before, her, almost teasingly. she worried at her lower lip absentmindedly, progressively occupied with where it might lead. it was paved with curiously shining gold bricks, though it had surely been trod a thousand times over. straightening out her prim, cotton dress, she clicked her tongue to her pup, and took her first step.
samantha
down upon the road is walking foot in hand tap tap toddle going jogging they’re off here it is desolate along and narrow we’re seeing light and space and nothing in between other than the street sign of our mind and our vision
kristof c
All I see is a path down a country road off the right shoulder. There are two brick columns topped by by lamps that are not on. The lamps are balck wrought iron. Trees line the lane. They are tall and leafy and the grass is green.
Jamie
there is what looks to be a man soot at the crest of the hill. It is very misty and I cannot see him clearly – just a silhouette. The street-lamps flicker as my heavy footseps carry me closer. As I draw near, he turns.
redmistpete
There is a funny lane at the end of my street. Every time I take my dog walking, he wants to turn into it, but I just laugh. It’s gotten to the point that I take some pleasure from anticipating his turn. We have not found out what the lane actually holds for him. Not yet.
adnan selimovic
She walked along the lane without looking back. As long as she followed it she felt safe, but part of her knew that it would end soon and then what? The big nothingness was the only thing waiting for her and with a sigh she stopped and turned around..
Betina
lane i drive in a lane sometimes i may swerve if i am trying to send a text or update my twitter…some people say stay in your lane when someone is trying to jump bad. lane…there are different lanes bowling lanes. driving lanes. lane..
eroticserenity
lane rhymes with lame….just like this word!
Me
As street. Lanes in a bowling alley. I’ve never lived on a Lane, I live on a Drive. I always thought that Lanes were pretty names though. Like Apple Lane. Lane sounds like lame. La la la lanee. I’m not sure what else to write about lane.
Victoria
There was a man who was walking down the lane. For him today was an interesting day. The lane was long and narrow, but it led to a marvelous place. It led to his freedom. For the lane was not a street. The lane is his life. And all of us walk down lanes of our lives towards oblivion and destruction.
Joe
As I walked down the fair country lane, I thought about the green grass along the banks of the Mississippi river. I t was so beautiful, just growing there peacefully. Nothing could disturb me.
Z.L.H.
flowers, marigolds beautiful old man growing marigolds down the lane way near my house. little romantic cafes and shops to spend time with loved ones
flowers
The lane you traveled down so slowly that day made my head spin….they inter-weaved so drastically I thought the car might run off the road.
Bojo
lane!!!!!!!!!!!!! dark…. dark lane!!!!!!!! nice lighting… beautiful… creepy… mysterious… spiritual…
Hitz
I wished I lived in a lane like they do in Ireland.
jaydubb
Traveling down the lane was different this time, without you. You couldn’t check the alleys for monsters for me, or throw me out of the way of the cars that never traveled there.
mara
kelsey lane. girl i knew in highschool. obsessed with mexicans, moustaches, and coffee. got high lots too. she’s a fucking looney. but she looks as if she could be my twin. her grannie even got us confused. we were at the movies an i walked by her. as i was leaving she said her grannie asked why she left. it was hilarious. we’ve always had the same hair to. no matter who changes it, we both turn into twins.
torieeeee
i didnt know how this would end. i thought you were someone else. i fell disappointed in you. i thought you were different. i thought i could trust myself with you. i guess i was wrong.
goodbye
i walk on the lane, slowly. it is rough, jagged. i wonder where this lane leads to? it is mysterious, ominous, dark. i just keep on walking, without looking back. where does this lane lead to, i wonder for the second time. never mind, i thought. just keep walking, just keep walking. it will lead you to somewhere in the end.
cady
He walked down the empty lane, the sun shining upon him, the crispy breeze rolling through behind him. Bird chirped their chirps from afar, but they sounded pretty close. The figure just stood there, waiting for him.
Reminds me of a path, probably in Britain in the countryside. Bushes and white flowers line it, possibly with some white fenceposts. Quiet, serene, and calm. A good place to go on a walk down
walking down the lane, imagining your hand in mine. walking down the lane, kicking leaves about, red and brown. walking down the lane,
It was a dark lane that led to her house. She never liked it. In fact, it almost prevented her from taking the house, but she feared the cool judgement of her friends. It was a great place, probably safe, and if not, at least she’d have stories.
I was broken and tired. Standing in the lane, waiting for a person to pass. No one came. For hours, I waited. Nothing. Nothing but the cool breeze of the early morning wind. It wasn’t until past 5 when the sun began to peek over the tops of the mountains. The wind picked up, and there I stood, in the lane.
changing lanes in this fast- food world we live in
living life in the fast lane.
i pave my own lane.
john lennon had penny lane.
i don’t have a penny.
lizie! i miss you. lizie lane. i need someone to talk to right now. i dont know if you would be the one to listen. maybe tizz, none the less i miss you.
walking down a lane, our garden is separated only by a lane from rosings park. quiet, country, rhymes with lame, trees, tranquility, like jane only not.
I don’t want to live my life like a man walking down a dirt path with a wheelbarrow. I need to level the ruts and get rid of the tracks. I have to dig my own grave to find freedom.
I always wanted to live in a house that was on a lane. Not a drive, or a street or even a prestigous court. But a simple lane. with a treehouse and a kayak and a husband who would drive wine and talk about Madame Butterfly, but in the morning be simple.
at the end of the lane waits
someone?
a garden?
a patch of sunlight?
a favorite bench?
a neighbors dog?
untold delights
infinite possibilities
laneb lane a plain jane lane…plain jane….I hate it when people say that. Jane is a pretty name, it was the name of the girl from tarzan. “I’m Jane, you’re Tarzan, Tarzan, Jane.” She wasn’t really plain. :o)
What’s her name? Stacy Lane. Black, blonde and blue eyes.
i used to live on Lane road. i spent every day there for the past 19 years. i never said i wanted to move, but who would listen to me anyway. no one ever does.
i live on one. its serene and calming to me. I cant think of any other place that i could truly call home but the lane of pioneer. it has three ponds. i recall sitting beside them watching the sun dancing on the water…
Strolling down the lane she admired her surroundings. The cherry blossoms along the crick were in full bloom, delicate pink petals and wispy stamens bursting out of dead black twigs. Spring was a marvelous time. She would go through any number of winters for a spring like this one
I have to change lanes in my life, the left lane is more comfortable for me for some reason
lane, lame
lane jane
mary jane
as i walked down the lane i decided to be the coolest peroson in the whole entire world. i wonder if me and keri will ever walk down a lane or me and her cousin cuz i cant say i woulod mind that either she is pretty cute and does certainly have great skin i mean who knows even though she lives a while aas
down the lane of memories
of love and life and time and death
a lane that holds my childhood
my much forgotten childhood
don’t walk down this lane for dark secrets will await
of a person who’s not me
of a person who’s not me
don’t let me walk back in there
for i do not wish to remember
my past has been doomed
the houses demolished
goodbye, memory lane
She’s taken every path, run off down every road and now she’s wandering aimlessly through country lanes. She wishes she was on horseback. It’s the ideal location for that, or maybe she’s just romanticising, again, as usual.
down the lane of memories
of love and life and time and death
a lane that holds my childhood
my much forgotten childhood
don’t walk down this lane for dark secrets will await
of a person who’s not me
of a person who’s not me
don’t let me walk back in there
for i do not wish to remember
my past has been doomed
the houses demolished
goodbye, memory lane
it wound before, her, almost teasingly. she worried at her lower lip absentmindedly, progressively occupied with where it might lead. it was paved with curiously shining gold bricks, though it had surely been trod a thousand times over. straightening out her prim, cotton dress, she clicked her tongue to her pup, and took her first step.
down upon the road is walking foot in hand tap tap toddle going jogging they’re off here it is desolate along and narrow we’re seeing light and space and nothing in between other than the street sign of our mind and our vision
All I see is a path down a country road off the right shoulder. There are two brick columns topped by by lamps that are not on. The lamps are balck wrought iron. Trees line the lane. They are tall and leafy and the grass is green.
there is what looks to be a man soot at the crest of the hill. It is very misty and I cannot see him clearly – just a silhouette. The street-lamps flicker as my heavy footseps carry me closer. As I draw near, he turns.
There is a funny lane at the end of my street. Every time I take my dog walking, he wants to turn into it, but I just laugh. It’s gotten to the point that I take some pleasure from anticipating his turn. We have not found out what the lane actually holds for him. Not yet.
She walked along the lane without looking back. As long as she followed it she felt safe, but part of her knew that it would end soon and then what? The big nothingness was the only thing waiting for her and with a sigh she stopped and turned around..
lane i drive in a lane sometimes i may swerve if i am trying to send a text or update my twitter…some people say stay in your lane when someone is trying to jump bad. lane…there are different lanes bowling lanes. driving lanes. lane..
lane rhymes with lame….just like this word!
As street. Lanes in a bowling alley. I’ve never lived on a Lane, I live on a Drive. I always thought that Lanes were pretty names though. Like Apple Lane. Lane sounds like lame. La la la lanee. I’m not sure what else to write about lane.
There was a man who was walking down the lane. For him today was an interesting day. The lane was long and narrow, but it led to a marvelous place. It led to his freedom. For the lane was not a street. The lane is his life. And all of us walk down lanes of our lives towards oblivion and destruction.
As I walked down the fair country lane, I thought about the green grass along the banks of the Mississippi river. I t was so beautiful, just growing there peacefully. Nothing could disturb me.
flowers, marigolds beautiful old man growing marigolds down the lane way near my house. little romantic cafes and shops to spend time with loved ones
The lane you traveled down so slowly that day made my head spin….they inter-weaved so drastically I thought the car might run off the road.
lane!!!!!!!!!!!!! dark…. dark lane!!!!!!!! nice lighting… beautiful… creepy… mysterious… spiritual…
I wished I lived in a lane like they do in Ireland.
Traveling down the lane was different this time, without you. You couldn’t check the alleys for monsters for me, or throw me out of the way of the cars that never traveled there.
kelsey lane. girl i knew in highschool. obsessed with mexicans, moustaches, and coffee. got high lots too. she’s a fucking looney. but she looks as if she could be my twin. her grannie even got us confused. we were at the movies an i walked by her. as i was leaving she said her grannie asked why she left. it was hilarious. we’ve always had the same hair to. no matter who changes it, we both turn into twins.
i didnt know how this would end. i thought you were someone else. i fell disappointed in you. i thought you were different. i thought i could trust myself with you. i guess i was wrong.
i walk on the lane, slowly. it is rough, jagged. i wonder where this lane leads to? it is mysterious, ominous, dark. i just keep on walking, without looking back. where does this lane lead to, i wonder for the second time. never mind, i thought. just keep walking, just keep walking. it will lead you to somewhere in the end.
He walked down the empty lane, the sun shining upon him, the crispy breeze rolling through behind him. Bird chirped their chirps from afar, but they sounded pretty close. The figure just stood there, waiting for him.