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Copper
That’s where I live, that’s where I don’t want to be. I never saw myself as a “lane” sort of person- street, yes, avenue, yes, but never “lane”. “Lane” is for rich people and lovers and strolling down; who’d have thought I’d be living on one someday? I’m certainly not a lover and I’m not that rich, either.
Xiaolin
I swerve from lane to lane
headlights pull woolen sheets over my eyes
I am uncomfortable momentarily
it’s pAsing
passing
passing
gone
still the feeling – an overwhelming desire to run continues to knock at the door of my cardboard home
I blow it all away
like the first big bad wolf
Im waiting for the baddest of them all to come and blow my box to fucking bits……
bad bad Leroy brown
knocked at my door
then blew it all down
Deyna cimino
highway. road. driving one way. moving fast. checkout. shopping. aisle. supermarket. groceries. two-way lane. round about. hill. curve. running out of time.
allison ramirez
The lane twisted and turned, and Cherry continued along it as she continued her arduous search for her friend. “Sara!” she yelled, and heard no reply. “Sara!” she repeated, getting more and more desperate by the minute. She wasn’t already taken, was she? Cherry could never live with herself if that happened.
Beth
Faith walked down the street, the cobbled stones all in an odd formation as she walked along them, and they slopes downwards down the hill. Just then she stopped, because half a dozen figures appeared out of nowhere.
Beth
The lane was narrow. The lane was white. Snow built into lazy drifts on either side beconing the explorer ot follow, and follow I did.
Anonymous
A street. Are there houses? I think so. Pristine similar looking houses very well manicured yards. Dogs barking, kids playing.
Fuji
One two three four steps from the porch to the lane, the plywood to the river rocks. Down the lane willows stand milky and soft against the huge desert sky. It was there that i met you on the fifth of July.
Rose Wolf
street that goes on with houses
Anonymous
it’s all going to end, and we’re going to see him die. and that is all i can say to you now, on this lane.
boomer
Miss lane was my 9th grade chemistry teacher. she used to joke about drinking and drugs. she was the smallest, meekest woman in the school. I always wondered if she was serious. Or if she was really dealing with deeper issues. I hope not.
Hannah.
I’m not sure what type of street it is, a road, an alley, an avenue. Lois Lane. i love it not knowing. Lane. lane. Lane. LANE! wooooo
Jazmyn
driving the wrong way late at night we turned left on red and ended up in the the opposite lane. it was fun. exciting. and intoxicating. this was my youth and i wasn’t going to waste a minute of it.
katie
Brienna
Brienna
The lane was covered in leaves and beautifully colored flowers. She watched silently as he walked away from her. A single tear fell to the ground as he continued to walk down the lane, she loved him with all of her heart and it killed her to see him walk away but she knew it was meant to be this way. She missed him. The lane continued on.
Jessie Ryan
i am down the lane
always alone upon the plane
take me home down to the lane through the valleys in the night
i am alone, so along i tramble down the lane
rolling through i stumble and i fall, picking myself up takes work
i am alone so lone, the girl in the night
the girls all alone
jessimar12@hotmail.com
six lanes and nothing moves. listening to humble pie rocks my world. the sun is shining making heat break a sweat on my upper lip as patience flies away
one more believer
one lane,
one choice
no options
no voice
no opinions
no say
in what happens
at the end of the day
Christian Sayers
one word
Anonymous
mary mary quite contracry lived on drury lane. or was that the muffin man? lane zane auto train living in maine you cant sustain the pain thats lain in
Anonymous
One could ride in this lane of life, without regard as to where one is going. To ask the question, “where am I headed?”, is in it self, pointless, without first knowing where you started.
Austin Griffin
the muffin man lived on drury lane
i grew up on martin lane
lois lane was superman’s girlfriend
lanes are lines on the road making it easier and safer to drive. They don’t really use lanes in India. lane is strangely a man’s name, usually portrayed as a snob.
scott
Is the one place I want to be, it reminds me of things that are the best in the world. Flowers, love, everything. LANE. 60 seconds can’t justify.
Alisha James
Lane? What is Lane? My english don’t alow me writing things about lane. Is Lane a woman name? That thing which cover lambs?
Anonymous
With the air whipping past, there wasn’t anything perceptible outside of the cherry convertible whipping through the neighborhood. The driver smiled as a song came on, and turned up the volume.
Indie
i was walking down the lane with her. she is beautiful. her skin is soft and covered with freckles. her hair as red as fire. it’s cold outside, but the sun is still burning hott. she looks at me like no other woman ever has, and i grip her hand tight. “i love you.”
Ian
and as they down the lane
they gazed at the leaves of an autum maine
when the birds have flew and the snow does fall
is the time of year to forget it all
Ian (The Hammer) Smith
I was driving in the fast lane and people always seem to wanna go around me and it totally sucks. Fuck your driving. I mean seriously, I’m gonna go as slow as I want. And stop blocking me from changing lanes because that’s completely retarded. The point of driving is to go somewhere so quit blocking me from my point B so I can get to where the hell I’m going lame ass
Kaze
one lane down the lane of life are we in the same lane love? my lane is the one you want
Carolcattt
Lane? Lois Lain is the what comes to mind when i hear this. A woman of courage, professionalism, and yet still a damsel in distress. What i dont understand is why women are portrayed as as sad, helpless things. that need men to help save them.
Emily
I was walking down the lane one sultry afternoon. The sun beat down on my head burning my scalp. Bugs jumped from the tall grass and pelted against my jeans. I was grateful for the protection of sneakers.
AmeliaDahlink
i walked down the lane to nowhere. i was surrounded by nothing. it was a good day.
ash
lane sounds like lame. I am not lame. No matter what anyone says. But i live on a lane. Does that make me lame?
Jake
the lane was paved, but only barely just. wild trees adorned either side and hung eerily into the path. shrubs that had long since grown out of their trimmings were cutting their way into the path. a lonely bird hopped around, staring balefully at the dismal setting.
Lindsey
In a lane there is always people standind side by side. My people walk on the lane perfectly and we care about each other.
Anonymous
Down a lane a group of people went. They were looking for a mushroom for their cooking. They found one and lived happily ever after
Shivani Bhushan
diane lane looks pretty good for her age.
tobo cop
penny. long overarching trees countryside bowling alley jane lane daria plane lanes on a plane stripes painted down the road a secret passageway strolling
Tracey
an eerie night makes the difference between an alley and a lane and i tread the latter. it’s cold in oregon tonight but not as cold as it will be. tonight holds no paved path home only the soil of centuries and the bodies of trees…
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That’s where I live, that’s where I don’t want to be. I never saw myself as a “lane” sort of person- street, yes, avenue, yes, but never “lane”. “Lane” is for rich people and lovers and strolling down; who’d have thought I’d be living on one someday? I’m certainly not a lover and I’m not that rich, either.
I swerve from lane to lane
headlights pull woolen sheets over my eyes
I am uncomfortable momentarily
it’s pAsing
passing
passing
gone
still the feeling – an overwhelming desire to run continues to knock at the door of my cardboard home
I blow it all away
like the first big bad wolf
Im waiting for the baddest of them all to come and blow my box to fucking bits……
bad bad Leroy brown
knocked at my door
then blew it all down
highway. road. driving one way. moving fast. checkout. shopping. aisle. supermarket. groceries. two-way lane. round about. hill. curve. running out of time.
The lane twisted and turned, and Cherry continued along it as she continued her arduous search for her friend. “Sara!” she yelled, and heard no reply. “Sara!” she repeated, getting more and more desperate by the minute. She wasn’t already taken, was she? Cherry could never live with herself if that happened.
Faith walked down the street, the cobbled stones all in an odd formation as she walked along them, and they slopes downwards down the hill. Just then she stopped, because half a dozen figures appeared out of nowhere.
The lane was narrow. The lane was white. Snow built into lazy drifts on either side beconing the explorer ot follow, and follow I did.
A street. Are there houses? I think so. Pristine similar looking houses very well manicured yards. Dogs barking, kids playing.
One two three four steps from the porch to the lane, the plywood to the river rocks. Down the lane willows stand milky and soft against the huge desert sky. It was there that i met you on the fifth of July.
street that goes on with houses
it’s all going to end, and we’re going to see him die. and that is all i can say to you now, on this lane.
Miss lane was my 9th grade chemistry teacher. she used to joke about drinking and drugs. she was the smallest, meekest woman in the school. I always wondered if she was serious. Or if she was really dealing with deeper issues. I hope not.
I’m not sure what type of street it is, a road, an alley, an avenue. Lois Lane. i love it not knowing. Lane. lane. Lane. LANE! wooooo
driving the wrong way late at night we turned left on red and ended up in the the opposite lane. it was fun. exciting. and intoxicating. this was my youth and i wasn’t going to waste a minute of it.
Brienna
The lane was covered in leaves and beautifully colored flowers. She watched silently as he walked away from her. A single tear fell to the ground as he continued to walk down the lane, she loved him with all of her heart and it killed her to see him walk away but she knew it was meant to be this way. She missed him. The lane continued on.
i am down the lane
always alone upon the plane
take me home down to the lane through the valleys in the night
i am alone, so along i tramble down the lane
rolling through i stumble and i fall, picking myself up takes work
i am alone so lone, the girl in the night
the girls all alone
six lanes and nothing moves. listening to humble pie rocks my world. the sun is shining making heat break a sweat on my upper lip as patience flies away
one lane,
one choice
no options
no voice
no opinions
no say
in what happens
at the end of the day
one word
mary mary quite contracry lived on drury lane. or was that the muffin man? lane zane auto train living in maine you cant sustain the pain thats lain in
One could ride in this lane of life, without regard as to where one is going. To ask the question, “where am I headed?”, is in it self, pointless, without first knowing where you started.
the muffin man lived on drury lane
i grew up on martin lane
lois lane was superman’s girlfriend
lanes are lines on the road making it easier and safer to drive. They don’t really use lanes in India. lane is strangely a man’s name, usually portrayed as a snob.
Is the one place I want to be, it reminds me of things that are the best in the world. Flowers, love, everything. LANE. 60 seconds can’t justify.
Lane? What is Lane? My english don’t alow me writing things about lane. Is Lane a woman name? That thing which cover lambs?
With the air whipping past, there wasn’t anything perceptible outside of the cherry convertible whipping through the neighborhood. The driver smiled as a song came on, and turned up the volume.
i was walking down the lane with her. she is beautiful. her skin is soft and covered with freckles. her hair as red as fire. it’s cold outside, but the sun is still burning hott. she looks at me like no other woman ever has, and i grip her hand tight. “i love you.”
and as they down the lane
they gazed at the leaves of an autum maine
when the birds have flew and the snow does fall
is the time of year to forget it all
I was driving in the fast lane and people always seem to wanna go around me and it totally sucks. Fuck your driving. I mean seriously, I’m gonna go as slow as I want. And stop blocking me from changing lanes because that’s completely retarded. The point of driving is to go somewhere so quit blocking me from my point B so I can get to where the hell I’m going lame ass
one lane down the lane of life are we in the same lane love? my lane is the one you want
Lane? Lois Lain is the what comes to mind when i hear this. A woman of courage, professionalism, and yet still a damsel in distress. What i dont understand is why women are portrayed as as sad, helpless things. that need men to help save them.
I was walking down the lane one sultry afternoon. The sun beat down on my head burning my scalp. Bugs jumped from the tall grass and pelted against my jeans. I was grateful for the protection of sneakers.
i walked down the lane to nowhere. i was surrounded by nothing. it was a good day.
lane sounds like lame. I am not lame. No matter what anyone says. But i live on a lane. Does that make me lame?
the lane was paved, but only barely just. wild trees adorned either side and hung eerily into the path. shrubs that had long since grown out of their trimmings were cutting their way into the path. a lonely bird hopped around, staring balefully at the dismal setting.
In a lane there is always people standind side by side. My people walk on the lane perfectly and we care about each other.
Down a lane a group of people went. They were looking for a mushroom for their cooking. They found one and lived happily ever after
diane lane looks pretty good for her age.
penny. long overarching trees countryside bowling alley jane lane daria plane lanes on a plane stripes painted down the road a secret passageway strolling
an eerie night makes the difference between an alley and a lane and i tread the latter. it’s cold in oregon tonight but not as cold as it will be. tonight holds no paved path home only the soil of centuries and the bodies of trees…