a lane is a thing on a highway that keeps cars in place on the road.
Anonymous
penny
tara
bike lane so there arent bikes in the middle of the road
bikes are everywhere now/everyone hss a bike!
soo california.
tash
I live on Leisure Lane. Anytime I tell people my address, they laugh. I even had a teacher ask if people stayed in their backyards all afternoon, drinking lemonade. Unfortunately, this is not what happens on this lane. I wish it was because it would be a lot more enjoyable than school.
Madelyn Dutt
omg.Lane Johnston was in my pe class and he’s the reason that i got scared of dating Theresa. he made her seem like a crazy whore, when she actually is really shy and had a big crush on me. I totally would have dated her if it wasn’t for him! but now she hates me cuz i stole her coke.
Dylan fuller
street that I live on
guys name that I know
spelled backwards e-n-a-l
rhymes with pain and mane
ummmmmmmm
I don’t know what else to write
it’s in english
it can be a noun
or bowling lane
olivia
penny lane is in my ears and in my heart, do do do do do dooooo there beneath the blue suburban skyyyyyyy do do do do do do!!
Anonymous
lane? diane lane?
when i was younger, i lived on a ‘lane’ and i think it’s responsible for about half of my positive childhood memories, the ones with the pool and the waterwings and before any pretenses decided to tell me how to live my life
ulahhh@hotmail.com
the lane behind my house was gravel. i remember riding my bike down that lane. scraping my knee on that gravel. pieces of rock in the cut. there were raspberries six houses away. corn across the alley.
kat
The lane is very nice. It has a sidewalk, and pedestrians. It has strips going down the middle. The lane is called Avon. There are a few houses one this lane. The lane is a dead end. Stay away from this lane, it’s filled with children. And these children will scratch your car.
Alex.
a small street; path; figurative and literal meanings are available; the artery of a city/town/village plan.
Pavalamani Pragasam
i wanted to move
i needed to leave
i couldnt stay here
i;ve had enough
im merging
im leaveing
im not saying goodbye anymore
im sick of what you’ve been saying
i’m leaving your land
and getting off the highway
Steph
There was a lane in a town, where noone went. It was really laney. I don’t know. This isn’t easy! I ain’t no author. And stuff. Anyway, this lane had kids on it. No it didn’t, cos noone went there. Ha!
Dom
mirror signal blindspot. i check and swerve into the passing LANE. i turn the music up louder. release. climax. joy.
Ratsnest
The horse trotted across the lane jauntily, hooves tripping on the odd stone, making a mess of the flower beds on each side. The sun was high in the sky and the warmth from the fiery ball pelted the horse’s rippling ashy hide.
em
I used to know a boy who lived on a lane. At the end of this land there was a creek. The creek went through the woods. I was in love with this boy. When I would go over to his house we would take a walk by the creek and through the woods. It was the best time of my life.
Tweety
the lane i’m in doesn’t compare to those i have traversed before. only this lane is not a path, but land. land of which i have not seen, heard or even have spoken about. the lane of multiple pebbles, twigs, leaves and organisms devour my path and thus leaves a trail for others to follow.
Leah Wolfe
Penny Lane is in my ear, and in my eye…
He’s looking at me, and I’m looking at him, but I see his girlfriend standing between us looking at me and beaming, because we are friends. I know we are friends… but that doesn’t stop how I feel about the one standing behind her, HER boyfriend. I knew him first, though… I liked him first. I can’t stop.
joelle
It was early in the Autumn when I first noticed the Fog. It bellowed and expanded and breathed as it filled the road, loosely kept inside by the rows and rows of red gold trees.
Gabriel Kyne
I stand on a precipice, waiting, waiting. It will be quite a long night, I think. But how can any night be longer than the next, really? I wait, standing in the ever darkening lane.
Kate
a lane
a chance to move on
a chance to leave this road
and take that lane
to wander past all I’ve every known
and into a world I haven’t
a lane
a chance
a choice
caroline
makes me think of my friend elaine who just had abeautiful baby girl last week. she is the 3rd friend of mine to start a family i cant wait to have a family of my own.
Anonymous
The lane by my house is just crazy. It’s called Jane. Jane lane. My name? Why that’s Jane. Almost insane. And now I’m just getting ridiculous with the rhyming. I just want to grow up and get a great house on a street but not a street a lane. They have a much more classing feel to it. LANE. I like it, because I feel like there’s more of me in it.
Jane
it was late firday night and i was standing in the dark street. I was mkaing shadow puppets with my hands in the beam of the street light. He was late. As usual. I was rignt on time as
Anonymous
it makes me think of penny lane, for some reason. however, i cannot remember where i’ve heard penny lane before.
sdfsdf
there was a lane at work where many interested people pass and some stop and lay and some love to shout, some come outside their workplace to smoke and other just smile and wave and hug each other. the traffic is only one way, not that i always stick to rules, infact i often like to
Wendy
There was a place on drury ? lane. I knew the muffin man. He was fluffy as hell. His life was all fucked up. He couldn’t rise half the time. Sometimes he swelled over the top.
Lanes;?
I can’t seem to stay in my own on the road :)
B.
There was a small child, alone. Looking all around, attempting to recall his location from memory. In all directions was a lane. No parents, no animals, no toys or sound. Just a lane.
Matthew Gillis
street…cars drive on it. santa clause lives on candy cane lane. lois lane…the muffin man lives on drury lane…thats all i got.
people drive in it. arranges things alot. straight. cordinated.
Omar Ishak
I stepped out onto the lane that ran along the side of the house. It was a beautiful day outside, for once. I just needed some time alone. It seemed like I never had time for myself anymore.
Cinnia
reminds me of mane like a horse
amelia
bowling lanes. down the lane.
lane
enal
lena
anel
nlea
lnea
lnae
nlae
JLH
She walked down the lane slowly, darkness came in. Vive was frightened. She didn’t know what she was doing but she couldn’t help herself. She had to go see Dane. The lane was cold, filled with rubble, and debris. She had no idea what she was doing here. Dane didn’t want to see her, he practically hated her. Vive wanted to leave. She wanted to leave and never come back to this accursed lane outside of Dane’s apartments ever again.
Britta
a name or a traffic controller, bumpin to the beat in a low ridin chevy impala from the seventies. stay in the lines, don’t fuck up, don’t get pulled over i don’t need a DUI. tupac in the lane.
LaReesa
She was walking, and I had never seen her before. I reached into my mind to see what would come out… and I tried to shout a warning to her… but nothing came out. She turned around for a brief minute to smile at me, and before I knew it, the speeding taxi had collided with her slight frame. I gasped and choked out her name as I ran over to the road, and held her head to my chest one last time.
Lilly
I walked down the shadowy lane and found I didn’t feel quite so alone. I felt I was being watched. I turned and I thought I saw a form, but it just swirled away like spindrift on the ocean. Was it a specter? Was it someone running from her? What had they wanted?
Maggie
I live on Michelle lane, and no I’m not giving out my entire address. Lanes are like streets, except more in the country. Kind of like the muffin man. Who lived on dreary lane.
Lane
I’m in the wrong lane. Or am I?
I’m not being too prophetic about this lane business, or am I?
i already did this one..next.
a lane is a thing on a highway that keeps cars in place on the road.
penny
bike lane so there arent bikes in the middle of the road
bikes are everywhere now/everyone hss a bike!
soo california.
I live on Leisure Lane. Anytime I tell people my address, they laugh. I even had a teacher ask if people stayed in their backyards all afternoon, drinking lemonade. Unfortunately, this is not what happens on this lane. I wish it was because it would be a lot more enjoyable than school.
omg.Lane Johnston was in my pe class and he’s the reason that i got scared of dating Theresa. he made her seem like a crazy whore, when she actually is really shy and had a big crush on me. I totally would have dated her if it wasn’t for him! but now she hates me cuz i stole her coke.
street that I live on
guys name that I know
spelled backwards e-n-a-l
rhymes with pain and mane
ummmmmmmm
I don’t know what else to write
it’s in english
it can be a noun
or bowling lane
penny lane is in my ears and in my heart, do do do do do dooooo there beneath the blue suburban skyyyyyyy do do do do do do!!
lane? diane lane?
when i was younger, i lived on a ‘lane’ and i think it’s responsible for about half of my positive childhood memories, the ones with the pool and the waterwings and before any pretenses decided to tell me how to live my life
the lane behind my house was gravel. i remember riding my bike down that lane. scraping my knee on that gravel. pieces of rock in the cut. there were raspberries six houses away. corn across the alley.
The lane is very nice. It has a sidewalk, and pedestrians. It has strips going down the middle. The lane is called Avon. There are a few houses one this lane. The lane is a dead end. Stay away from this lane, it’s filled with children. And these children will scratch your car.
a small street; path; figurative and literal meanings are available; the artery of a city/town/village plan.
i wanted to move
i needed to leave
i couldnt stay here
i;ve had enough
im merging
im leaveing
im not saying goodbye anymore
im sick of what you’ve been saying
i’m leaving your land
and getting off the highway
There was a lane in a town, where noone went. It was really laney. I don’t know. This isn’t easy! I ain’t no author. And stuff. Anyway, this lane had kids on it. No it didn’t, cos noone went there. Ha!
mirror signal blindspot. i check and swerve into the passing LANE. i turn the music up louder. release. climax. joy.
The horse trotted across the lane jauntily, hooves tripping on the odd stone, making a mess of the flower beds on each side. The sun was high in the sky and the warmth from the fiery ball pelted the horse’s rippling ashy hide.
I used to know a boy who lived on a lane. At the end of this land there was a creek. The creek went through the woods. I was in love with this boy. When I would go over to his house we would take a walk by the creek and through the woods. It was the best time of my life.
the lane i’m in doesn’t compare to those i have traversed before. only this lane is not a path, but land. land of which i have not seen, heard or even have spoken about. the lane of multiple pebbles, twigs, leaves and organisms devour my path and thus leaves a trail for others to follow.
Penny Lane is in my ear, and in my eye…
He’s looking at me, and I’m looking at him, but I see his girlfriend standing between us looking at me and beaming, because we are friends. I know we are friends… but that doesn’t stop how I feel about the one standing behind her, HER boyfriend. I knew him first, though… I liked him first. I can’t stop.
It was early in the Autumn when I first noticed the Fog. It bellowed and expanded and breathed as it filled the road, loosely kept inside by the rows and rows of red gold trees.
I stand on a precipice, waiting, waiting. It will be quite a long night, I think. But how can any night be longer than the next, really? I wait, standing in the ever darkening lane.
a lane
a chance to move on
a chance to leave this road
and take that lane
to wander past all I’ve every known
and into a world I haven’t
a lane
a chance
a choice
makes me think of my friend elaine who just had abeautiful baby girl last week. she is the 3rd friend of mine to start a family i cant wait to have a family of my own.
The lane by my house is just crazy. It’s called Jane. Jane lane. My name? Why that’s Jane. Almost insane. And now I’m just getting ridiculous with the rhyming. I just want to grow up and get a great house on a street but not a street a lane. They have a much more classing feel to it. LANE. I like it, because I feel like there’s more of me in it.
it was late firday night and i was standing in the dark street. I was mkaing shadow puppets with my hands in the beam of the street light. He was late. As usual. I was rignt on time as
it makes me think of penny lane, for some reason. however, i cannot remember where i’ve heard penny lane before.
there was a lane at work where many interested people pass and some stop and lay and some love to shout, some come outside their workplace to smoke and other just smile and wave and hug each other. the traffic is only one way, not that i always stick to rules, infact i often like to
There was a place on drury ? lane. I knew the muffin man. He was fluffy as hell. His life was all fucked up. He couldn’t rise half the time. Sometimes he swelled over the top.
Lanes;?
I can’t seem to stay in my own on the road :)
There was a small child, alone. Looking all around, attempting to recall his location from memory. In all directions was a lane. No parents, no animals, no toys or sound. Just a lane.
street…cars drive on it. santa clause lives on candy cane lane. lois lane…the muffin man lives on drury lane…thats all i got.
driving. country. quaint. pleasant. quiet. flowers.
people drive in it. arranges things alot. straight. cordinated.
I stepped out onto the lane that ran along the side of the house. It was a beautiful day outside, for once. I just needed some time alone. It seemed like I never had time for myself anymore.
reminds me of mane like a horse
bowling lanes. down the lane.
lane
enal
lena
anel
nlea
lnea
lnae
nlae
She walked down the lane slowly, darkness came in. Vive was frightened. She didn’t know what she was doing but she couldn’t help herself. She had to go see Dane. The lane was cold, filled with rubble, and debris. She had no idea what she was doing here. Dane didn’t want to see her, he practically hated her. Vive wanted to leave. She wanted to leave and never come back to this accursed lane outside of Dane’s apartments ever again.
a name or a traffic controller, bumpin to the beat in a low ridin chevy impala from the seventies. stay in the lines, don’t fuck up, don’t get pulled over i don’t need a DUI. tupac in the lane.
She was walking, and I had never seen her before. I reached into my mind to see what would come out… and I tried to shout a warning to her… but nothing came out. She turned around for a brief minute to smile at me, and before I knew it, the speeding taxi had collided with her slight frame. I gasped and choked out her name as I ran over to the road, and held her head to my chest one last time.
I walked down the shadowy lane and found I didn’t feel quite so alone. I felt I was being watched. I turned and I thought I saw a form, but it just swirled away like spindrift on the ocean. Was it a specter? Was it someone running from her? What had they wanted?
I live on Michelle lane, and no I’m not giving out my entire address. Lanes are like streets, except more in the country. Kind of like the muffin man. Who lived on dreary lane.
Lane
I’m in the wrong lane. Or am I?
I’m not being too prophetic about this lane business, or am I?