there are many lanes in the world. and they all involve waituing, waiting. lanes at the ggrocerystore. especially the one that says 15 items or less and theres always theat one guyt that has 16 things and doesnt want to go to theregular lane even thought those are the rules. and you want to secretly wnat to tell them that they need to go to the next lane but you dont work there and so you really cant tell them…but you secretly wnat to find the manager and report them to the express lane police. then theres also lanes on the highway…the slow lane, the fast lane, the hov lane. and again you find the slow guy in the slow lane, the fast guy all over the lanes and the motorcylce on the hov lane. alll these alsomake you want to get them in trouble. your eveil genuis comes out more when you see them doing wrong even though you can completly justify each and every time you have done it and laughed as you got away with it or thought you got away with it…
Maria Mtz
wisteria lane. desperate housewives.
Anonymous
On the dark dreary lane, the mist rose on the pavement.I stared out the window blankly..listening to the sound of the rain, it was extremely loud, it fell in droves onto street..I must remember to not forget my umbrella today.
Nyx
Lane. L+A+N+E. This word could mean a los of things. It is no more than 4 letters together. L+A+N+E. What do letters really mean? L+A+N+E.
Rebeks
penny lane is in my heart and in my mind. Its that street I lived on with tall yellow grass on the corner, cracked sidewalks, and white picket fences.
c
there was a girl who lived up the lane. She was sweet and pretty and the lane was the prettiest in the emtire town, with roses and cottages and chimneys and farms all along it. We loved the town and the townloved the lane.
The lane was a
sabrina
The lane was narrow, foggy and everything I had been raised to avoid.
So, naturally, I sauntered in without a second thought. The air was dank, my footsteps echoed and there was no light at the end of this metaphorical tunnel. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it with shaky hands, the moist air clinging to my leggings.
“Hey, you,” a voice boomed from behind me.”
I turned slowly, not sure whether or try and run or to just stand my ground. I never would’ve guess that that goddamn lane would’ve been the first road to the rest of my life.
Kevin
once, i merged into a lane in front of a man who got really overly pissed off and followed me for a bit. I arrived at my place of employment (being an elementary school) and he threatened to kick my ass. So Chuck Norris showed up and beat the fuck out of him
sam ryan
staying in one lane is difficult. i always seem to drift to the next one. i think one day i’m going to hit a car (knock on wood). I couldn’t imagine myself getting into a car accident. there are too many complications that come with an accident.
it seems that it is always hard to just stay in one lane. everyone is bound to drift into the next lane, whether it be in one’s career or family life.
grace
A road or path that leads from one place to another. it may be paved or made of gravel. Usually are behind homes or in backyards.
my life is in the fast lane. and it never ends. i can’t imagine what will happen next. i want another life. this is the life god gave me. i want this life. i want this life. i want this life.
kimberly
Life sometimes is like traffic. You take can take different lanes which can sometimes lead you to the same destination. Be more open to the various lanes of life because when there is a lot of people in the same lane as you, you can still cross over but still go in the same direction. lane.
Davonte' Hill
one with the lane. y neighbour made a lane to his place and then his cows always walked up and down. h never knew what to do about it until one day him and his boys unloaded a couple of clips into the cows. it was devastating. another time he made a lane for his little boy. he did not appreciate it as much but still enjoyed it very much. iI never knew the names but it was still alright.
Jew Boy
cars
arrows
tar
plane
wwf
walking down memory lane seems the cliche that pops into my mind
Frederik
Lane again? Is always the same game,that’s lame not lane.
what a lane is so important , the lane that will take me there is important. But right now the lane is full of
bea
I’m croosing this lane without looking booth ways.
Anonymous
penny lane. like what the beatles made a song about. i love the beatles my dad loves the beatles i actually love that song! penny lane is in my ears and in my heart…dooooo dooo doo doo dooo. what a great song. nobody will ever top the beatles in my opinion. NOBODY NOBODY NOBODY!!!!!!!!
jane brennan
I drove down the lane. I took a right turn without thinking, the turn towards your house. Then I remembered. You weren’t going to be there. All that I would find in your house was broken memories and heartache
RH
i already got thisword i kind of want a new one i should be textnmy friend wright now but I’m not. You know I always get write and right confused. actually, i always say write idk why but that ones etter to me, maybe cuz I’m a gmrmaar nut, I like languages I wanna learn japanese and
Anonymous
lane lane lane lane louis lane. superman. super heros. i want a hero. where is my hero? is he here?
Anonymous
We dont need to speak, we dont need to see, we just feel even when we are apart
Fjoc
i’m sorry
Thomas
turning lane
baby lane
evelyn claire’s cousin
Anonymous
down the one of memory
veering off the straight and narrow
where will this path lead
three diverged in a snowy wood
i am standing
still
ratgirl
Walk down the land. When I walked down the lane in Sturgis, with my trombone, with streetlights shining through snow, it stayed in my mind. I was alone, I hate the trombone, but that time walking in the snow, reflected by the lamps, has stayed with me forever. Snow rules. It apparently has ruled my emotions
Anonymous
The lane stretched out ahead of us, a single red house perched on the opposite ridge, to the right.
Anonymous
lame
tyler
sarah’s friend in the field smelling flowers, daisies and blue skies and white skirts all day
Anonymous
im never in the right one. if i am its always packed. people drive to fast, people drive to slow. im just afraid my wheels are going to fall off. an 89 honda isn’t mean to do 80.
Evan
i know a family with the last name of lane. i like bowling. there used to be a bowling lane party place next to my school but it went out of business and the school ended up buying the property. i can’t bowl worth much though so it doesn’t matter. also there’s a song from ‘my fair lady’ that has lane in it i think.
d.f.
When i was younger and walking home down the dark lane by my house, i used to pretend i was talking on a cell phone and loudly say things like “its a good think i know karate” or something stupid like that so preditors ( if there were any) wouldnt attempt to harass me.
angela
on a street. It was empty. There was a light. It was yellow. There was a weird guy hanging off of the street light holding an umbrella, singing “I’m singing in the rain.” It was annoying. So I think I may have shot him. I don’t know though. I left.
Dana
this path that I’ve been traveling on is but a single fig on a fig tree, at any point I can switch to another.
but what happens when the other figs rot? what about when the lanes diverge and I cannot switch?
this is my life and what I’ve made of it, the constriction and lack of options.
it’s but a single track in the grand scheme of the garden.
susy
our lives are changing lanes you ran me off the road. i love the strokes so much, they have amazing lyrics. laney is a pretty name, i think i’ll name one of my future children that. i live on oakwood lane. i like driving in the left lane because i can pass slow drivers.
alex
Lane, wane and oh Dame!
Some winding, some same.
A little short, a little long.
Steep, narrow, maybe wrong.
Stops at my doorstep,
Come in, hop on!
sowmeow
Laughter. It bubbles and trickles down the lane in varying volumes. I’m at the end, and all I can see are the leaves changing their hues and making my world bright and solemn place. But I can hear the laughter. And the children are coming home, to make my world a bright and solemn place.
i dont know what it
chicken pasta pants are great
there are many lanes in the world. and they all involve waituing, waiting. lanes at the ggrocerystore. especially the one that says 15 items or less and theres always theat one guyt that has 16 things and doesnt want to go to theregular lane even thought those are the rules. and you want to secretly wnat to tell them that they need to go to the next lane but you dont work there and so you really cant tell them…but you secretly wnat to find the manager and report them to the express lane police. then theres also lanes on the highway…the slow lane, the fast lane, the hov lane. and again you find the slow guy in the slow lane, the fast guy all over the lanes and the motorcylce on the hov lane. alll these alsomake you want to get them in trouble. your eveil genuis comes out more when you see them doing wrong even though you can completly justify each and every time you have done it and laughed as you got away with it or thought you got away with it…
wisteria lane. desperate housewives.
On the dark dreary lane, the mist rose on the pavement.I stared out the window blankly..listening to the sound of the rain, it was extremely loud, it fell in droves onto street..I must remember to not forget my umbrella today.
Lane. L+A+N+E. This word could mean a los of things. It is no more than 4 letters together. L+A+N+E. What do letters really mean? L+A+N+E.
penny lane is in my heart and in my mind. Its that street I lived on with tall yellow grass on the corner, cracked sidewalks, and white picket fences.
there was a girl who lived up the lane. She was sweet and pretty and the lane was the prettiest in the emtire town, with roses and cottages and chimneys and farms all along it. We loved the town and the townloved the lane.
The lane was a
The lane was narrow, foggy and everything I had been raised to avoid.
So, naturally, I sauntered in without a second thought. The air was dank, my footsteps echoed and there was no light at the end of this metaphorical tunnel. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it with shaky hands, the moist air clinging to my leggings.
“Hey, you,” a voice boomed from behind me.”
I turned slowly, not sure whether or try and run or to just stand my ground. I never would’ve guess that that goddamn lane would’ve been the first road to the rest of my life.
once, i merged into a lane in front of a man who got really overly pissed off and followed me for a bit. I arrived at my place of employment (being an elementary school) and he threatened to kick my ass. So Chuck Norris showed up and beat the fuck out of him
staying in one lane is difficult. i always seem to drift to the next one. i think one day i’m going to hit a car (knock on wood). I couldn’t imagine myself getting into a car accident. there are too many complications that come with an accident.
it seems that it is always hard to just stay in one lane. everyone is bound to drift into the next lane, whether it be in one’s career or family life.
A road or path that leads from one place to another. it may be paved or made of gravel. Usually are behind homes or in backyards.
yours, mine. the car. memory lane. wrong lane. path. trail. walk. laney. nothing. nothing. nothing. nothing. nothing. nothing. nothing. nothing. nothing. nothing.
my life is in the fast lane. and it never ends. i can’t imagine what will happen next. i want another life. this is the life god gave me. i want this life. i want this life. i want this life.
Life sometimes is like traffic. You take can take different lanes which can sometimes lead you to the same destination. Be more open to the various lanes of life because when there is a lot of people in the same lane as you, you can still cross over but still go in the same direction. lane.
one with the lane. y neighbour made a lane to his place and then his cows always walked up and down. h never knew what to do about it until one day him and his boys unloaded a couple of clips into the cows. it was devastating. another time he made a lane for his little boy. he did not appreciate it as much but still enjoyed it very much. iI never knew the names but it was still alright.
cars
arrows
tar
plane
walking down memory lane seems the cliche that pops into my mind
Lane again? Is always the same game,that’s lame not lane.
what a lane is so important , the lane that will take me there is important. But right now the lane is full of
I’m croosing this lane without looking booth ways.
penny lane. like what the beatles made a song about. i love the beatles my dad loves the beatles i actually love that song! penny lane is in my ears and in my heart…dooooo dooo doo doo dooo. what a great song. nobody will ever top the beatles in my opinion. NOBODY NOBODY NOBODY!!!!!!!!
I drove down the lane. I took a right turn without thinking, the turn towards your house. Then I remembered. You weren’t going to be there. All that I would find in your house was broken memories and heartache
i already got thisword i kind of want a new one i should be textnmy friend wright now but I’m not. You know I always get write and right confused. actually, i always say write idk why but that ones etter to me, maybe cuz I’m a gmrmaar nut, I like languages I wanna learn japanese and
lane lane lane lane louis lane. superman. super heros. i want a hero. where is my hero? is he here?
We dont need to speak, we dont need to see, we just feel even when we are apart
i’m sorry
turning lane
baby lane
evelyn claire’s cousin
down the one of memory
veering off the straight and narrow
where will this path lead
three diverged in a snowy wood
i am standing
still
Walk down the land. When I walked down the lane in Sturgis, with my trombone, with streetlights shining through snow, it stayed in my mind. I was alone, I hate the trombone, but that time walking in the snow, reflected by the lamps, has stayed with me forever. Snow rules. It apparently has ruled my emotions
The lane stretched out ahead of us, a single red house perched on the opposite ridge, to the right.
lame
sarah’s friend in the field smelling flowers, daisies and blue skies and white skirts all day
im never in the right one. if i am its always packed. people drive to fast, people drive to slow. im just afraid my wheels are going to fall off. an 89 honda isn’t mean to do 80.
i know a family with the last name of lane. i like bowling. there used to be a bowling lane party place next to my school but it went out of business and the school ended up buying the property. i can’t bowl worth much though so it doesn’t matter. also there’s a song from ‘my fair lady’ that has lane in it i think.
When i was younger and walking home down the dark lane by my house, i used to pretend i was talking on a cell phone and loudly say things like “its a good think i know karate” or something stupid like that so preditors ( if there were any) wouldnt attempt to harass me.
on a street. It was empty. There was a light. It was yellow. There was a weird guy hanging off of the street light holding an umbrella, singing “I’m singing in the rain.” It was annoying. So I think I may have shot him. I don’t know though. I left.
this path that I’ve been traveling on is but a single fig on a fig tree, at any point I can switch to another.
but what happens when the other figs rot? what about when the lanes diverge and I cannot switch?
this is my life and what I’ve made of it, the constriction and lack of options.
it’s but a single track in the grand scheme of the garden.
our lives are changing lanes you ran me off the road. i love the strokes so much, they have amazing lyrics. laney is a pretty name, i think i’ll name one of my future children that. i live on oakwood lane. i like driving in the left lane because i can pass slow drivers.
Lane, wane and oh Dame!
Some winding, some same.
A little short, a little long.
Steep, narrow, maybe wrong.
Stops at my doorstep,
Come in, hop on!
Laughter. It bubbles and trickles down the lane in varying volumes. I’m at the end, and all I can see are the leaves changing their hues and making my world bright and solemn place. But I can hear the laughter. And the children are coming home, to make my world a bright and solemn place.