A lane, dark and foreboding, never ending. I didn’t know if there was another way to go, another way out of here.
I remember that lane, the dog barking behind the bushes, the moss growing from the cracks. Little Billy lived at the bottom of the lane and she wanted to play.
Jenbee
95 miles an hour. The land of no return. Drunk and high, I am the farthest thing from sober as I swerve through traffic. Trying to grasp at any sort of ambition I may have, that my reckless mind can’t grasp is now over. DUI city, fuck me up the ass in jail. Shit made reality.
Ryan
There is a Sandy-haired boy on my couch. His shirt matches the deep blue of his eyes. I woke up and he was there. I’m pretty sure he’s a gift from God. since I awoke I’ve been picturing us holding hands, skipping down a path. New York in late autumn when the leaves are falling. It’s all for us. It’s Lovers’ Lane…
Jeffery Ingalls
alley way derry, football, handball, sport, youth, drinking smoking, fun, danger brick, wet, grime, city, laughing, adrenaline, fear, garda
David O'Connor
A guy who gave me a place to stay in the last week, because he and his lady took pity on my poor lab, who has been mauled by a pit-bull
Romy
the lane was covered in dust. suddenly it started to rain. the cluds had been hanging over that special lane for days now, but only now the rain started to wash away the dust on the lane. it was beautiful. and dirty.
blargh
i never wanted to go that way.
but it was the only road for me.
i’ve been left with only disdain.
because i took the wrong lane.
Dave Gottshalk
a lane. busses use lanes. most common term in my head “one-lane”, but why? Can’t remember but it’s connected to Ireland.
you
down the lane. strolling carefully, not carefully but carelessly. not carelessly, but without a care. really with no sense of how he was strolling down the lane. how is that possible. and why is he strolling? perhaps that is what’s wrong.
chris
The lane is magical, just follow it and all your dreams will come true.
Herb
as i walked amidst the columns of trees,
surrounded by autumns drizzle of glory
like chameleons that change with
the tone of voice, i though
to myself how beautiful
they are when she
speaks to me.
doc
My favorite biker was edging by the lane I was on. I recognized her because I saw her every morning. Long, soft-looking black hair cascading down her back, and purple helmet settled neatly on her head. Pleated skirts every morning. Oxfords cushioning her feet. A steely gaze straight forward. I fall in love with her a little bit every morning.
Kate
Lane, lane in the road, what is a road. Does abbey lane work? what is the format for this place. How do you philosophize about a lane, is the lane only one way. Where am i going? Lane, make way for the lane. What a Lane. Im really really loving it.
NATO
The light flits through the trees, running, a rabbit in the undergrove. I look out the window of the car as we sped along the country lane, wondering what would await me at our arrival.
e
today i went to the lane and had enothing to do so i just did nothing. blah blah
razz
My sister dated a guy named lane. My dad and I called him lame. None of her relationships have lasted too long. She is dating someone new, mabey that will work out.
Marina
lane is something you drive in, it is also something you can walk down. You can change lanes, but you must indicate. Some people refuse to do this at times, or forget. They should really not do this… It makes me so upset.
Anonymous
The lane was long and perilous. You could fall down any time if you didn’t watch your step. I have always wondered why it was called a lane when it actually was the bridge of life.
Chisaku
I was walking down the lane and met parker. Why was he there?! This is one crazy dream! He’s not supposed to be here. I feel uncomfortable now. Maybe if it was T.J. that would be better. Oh yes…yes it is.
Anonymous
Penny lane. Not my favorite Beatle song ever.
I wish I was with you
The lane was filled with people. Joachim was one of them and he just couldn’t believe that his drawings had come to life. It was really fun drawing fantasy creatures, dangerous creatures, but it was something completely else when they came alive and started attacking him, not his roleplay characters… Who would have guessed
Me
he swerved from lane to lane as he try to talk on his cell phone write paper and do his math homework all at once.
cory
one row
cotufa
lane lane lanel lane lane is a thing
bob
lane lane lane lane lane, i like you lane
lane, i like you, where are you lane?
lane, where are you?
ederitah
lane is a thing in the street. lane is what people use when they are driving so they won’t crash into somebody. lane is a four letter word.
kris
get it. GET IT NOW! You crazy man, wft r u doing! Why are you stopping you frickin jack. DAMN! Now I’m gonna be late.
facebook.com/will.mellon
For days, we sat silently on the curb of the lane, with our feet in the muddy gutter. With minds full of indecision and anticipation, we gathered pros and cons. I felt as if the rain ran around our shoes, effervescently eroding us, before disappearing underground. Slowly, we sank into the dirt, until “we” were no more.
Hilarical
The lane winded up upon itself, monstrous snail refusing to budge, settled in its ways and monolithic. We could not go anywhere else so ended up putting out our picnic on the lawn, wondering about this malformation.
Nathalie (Spacedlaw)
The street I lived on when I was a kid was called Tanglewood lane and it used to have orchards surrounding it but now they have all been torn down. The only thing there now are lots of houses with street names like orchard and cherry and plum and apple to remember the orchards that were destroyed to build the neighborhoods.
Kathryn
I lived on willowood lane for 8 years. The funniest memory was when my dad rode his bike in the morning without pants. I never thought people actually forgot to wear pants in the morning. Another time my brother got bit by a dog because the owner was a jerk. All fun and games i suppose.
Tabitha Green
The car swerved into the other lane and crashed into the big truck and got crushed.
Lauren
This reminds me of the nursery time Baa baa black sheep an dhow my son thinks it says way instead of lane and it reminds me that kids are so easily misinformed and that they are creative –fun
what is the difference between a road and lane anyway?
huh
walking merrily to the streams. connecting roads and cities and nations. rainbow palaces and candy mountains. adventures that will never end. dusty trail of death and happiness. the fork in the road.
tits mkgee
The world is like a lane. Its full of twists and turns, and its bumpy and full of hate, and people just don’t care about other people or life, and when they do its too late to do anything about it because the world is just a fucked up lane.
alexia
Car crash. Words to inspire worry in relatives and fear in parents. but an everyday thing. Espesially for thomas. For him life is about to change, or end
Sam Collis
memory lane. Where you go down to remember joyful thngs that have happened to you n the past. maybe nbot always joyful thngs. just things.
my lane is full of trucks, i”ve difficulty in passing it. i’ve to hurry. but the lane is bottle-necked. what can i do?
i don’t know. i hope it will clear. i’m banking on it. let us see.
Sanjay
Mulberry lane is beautiful in the summer time, when fall comes the leaves turn gold, red, and shimmer in the fading sun light.
A lane, dark and foreboding, never ending. I didn’t know if there was another way to go, another way out of here.
I remember that lane, the dog barking behind the bushes, the moss growing from the cracks. Little Billy lived at the bottom of the lane and she wanted to play.
95 miles an hour. The land of no return. Drunk and high, I am the farthest thing from sober as I swerve through traffic. Trying to grasp at any sort of ambition I may have, that my reckless mind can’t grasp is now over. DUI city, fuck me up the ass in jail. Shit made reality.
There is a Sandy-haired boy on my couch. His shirt matches the deep blue of his eyes. I woke up and he was there. I’m pretty sure he’s a gift from God. since I awoke I’ve been picturing us holding hands, skipping down a path. New York in late autumn when the leaves are falling. It’s all for us. It’s Lovers’ Lane…
alley way derry, football, handball, sport, youth, drinking smoking, fun, danger brick, wet, grime, city, laughing, adrenaline, fear, garda
A guy who gave me a place to stay in the last week, because he and his lady took pity on my poor lab, who has been mauled by a pit-bull
the lane was covered in dust. suddenly it started to rain. the cluds had been hanging over that special lane for days now, but only now the rain started to wash away the dust on the lane. it was beautiful. and dirty.
i never wanted to go that way.
but it was the only road for me.
i’ve been left with only disdain.
because i took the wrong lane.
a lane. busses use lanes. most common term in my head “one-lane”, but why? Can’t remember but it’s connected to Ireland.
down the lane. strolling carefully, not carefully but carelessly. not carelessly, but without a care. really with no sense of how he was strolling down the lane. how is that possible. and why is he strolling? perhaps that is what’s wrong.
The lane is magical, just follow it and all your dreams will come true.
as i walked amidst the columns of trees,
surrounded by autumns drizzle of glory
like chameleons that change with
the tone of voice, i though
to myself how beautiful
they are when she
speaks to me.
My favorite biker was edging by the lane I was on. I recognized her because I saw her every morning. Long, soft-looking black hair cascading down her back, and purple helmet settled neatly on her head. Pleated skirts every morning. Oxfords cushioning her feet. A steely gaze straight forward. I fall in love with her a little bit every morning.
Lane, lane in the road, what is a road. Does abbey lane work? what is the format for this place. How do you philosophize about a lane, is the lane only one way. Where am i going? Lane, make way for the lane. What a Lane. Im really really loving it.
The light flits through the trees, running, a rabbit in the undergrove. I look out the window of the car as we sped along the country lane, wondering what would await me at our arrival.
today i went to the lane and had enothing to do so i just did nothing. blah blah
My sister dated a guy named lane. My dad and I called him lame. None of her relationships have lasted too long. She is dating someone new, mabey that will work out.
lane is something you drive in, it is also something you can walk down. You can change lanes, but you must indicate. Some people refuse to do this at times, or forget. They should really not do this… It makes me so upset.
The lane was long and perilous. You could fall down any time if you didn’t watch your step. I have always wondered why it was called a lane when it actually was the bridge of life.
I was walking down the lane and met parker. Why was he there?! This is one crazy dream! He’s not supposed to be here. I feel uncomfortable now. Maybe if it was T.J. that would be better. Oh yes…yes it is.
Penny lane. Not my favorite Beatle song ever.
The lane was filled with people. Joachim was one of them and he just couldn’t believe that his drawings had come to life. It was really fun drawing fantasy creatures, dangerous creatures, but it was something completely else when they came alive and started attacking him, not his roleplay characters… Who would have guessed
he swerved from lane to lane as he try to talk on his cell phone write paper and do his math homework all at once.
one row
lane lane lanel lane lane is a thing
lane lane lane lane lane, i like you lane
lane, i like you, where are you lane?
lane, where are you?
lane is a thing in the street. lane is what people use when they are driving so they won’t crash into somebody. lane is a four letter word.
get it. GET IT NOW! You crazy man, wft r u doing! Why are you stopping you frickin jack. DAMN! Now I’m gonna be late.
For days, we sat silently on the curb of the lane, with our feet in the muddy gutter. With minds full of indecision and anticipation, we gathered pros and cons. I felt as if the rain ran around our shoes, effervescently eroding us, before disappearing underground. Slowly, we sank into the dirt, until “we” were no more.
The lane winded up upon itself, monstrous snail refusing to budge, settled in its ways and monolithic. We could not go anywhere else so ended up putting out our picnic on the lawn, wondering about this malformation.
The street I lived on when I was a kid was called Tanglewood lane and it used to have orchards surrounding it but now they have all been torn down. The only thing there now are lots of houses with street names like orchard and cherry and plum and apple to remember the orchards that were destroyed to build the neighborhoods.
I lived on willowood lane for 8 years. The funniest memory was when my dad rode his bike in the morning without pants. I never thought people actually forgot to wear pants in the morning. Another time my brother got bit by a dog because the owner was a jerk. All fun and games i suppose.
The car swerved into the other lane and crashed into the big truck and got crushed.
This reminds me of the nursery time Baa baa black sheep an dhow my son thinks it says way instead of lane and it reminds me that kids are so easily misinformed and that they are creative –fun
what is the difference between a road and lane anyway?
walking merrily to the streams. connecting roads and cities and nations. rainbow palaces and candy mountains. adventures that will never end. dusty trail of death and happiness. the fork in the road.
The world is like a lane. Its full of twists and turns, and its bumpy and full of hate, and people just don’t care about other people or life, and when they do its too late to do anything about it because the world is just a fucked up lane.
Car crash. Words to inspire worry in relatives and fear in parents. but an everyday thing. Espesially for thomas. For him life is about to change, or end
memory lane. Where you go down to remember joyful thngs that have happened to you n the past. maybe nbot always joyful thngs. just things.
li*********@*****il.com
my lane is full of trucks, i”ve difficulty in passing it. i’ve to hurry. but the lane is bottle-necked. what can i do?
i don’t know. i hope it will clear. i’m banking on it. let us see.
Mulberry lane is beautiful in the summer time, when fall comes the leaves turn gold, red, and shimmer in the fading sun light.
Mulberry lane is beautiful.