little pedals on a little bike zooming down the street a peal of laughter full of joy an adrenaline fueled shriek a heart attack close at head “Get out of the road! You wanna get killed?!”
V
Put the pedal to the metal, pedal your heart and drop petals onto the grave of your soul. A pedal is a tool to help you get somewhere or drive something.
Drive your heart.
jobo
Push push push. Nothing stops. Nothing is good enough. Pedal pedal pedal but you’re not getting anywhere.
Stretching and screaming and nothing’s working. You’re trapped and no one seems to notice, let alone care.
K
car brake gas bike trunk hood sowing
Anonymous
I don’t have a bike right now. That’s kind of sad. I think I need to reinvest in one…for health and fun.
Good idea.
I have no idea what else to write.
My baby brother is LOVING riding now. He’s adorable.
He can pedal all by himself…
Marissa
deranged madmen of folklore had came to reality to summon the redeemer of the everlasting fruitless toils of the polluted race.
rurens
like on a bike there is a pedal. Pedal pumping going faster pedaling up and down the street pedal pedal pedal. Put your sneaker on the pedal puuuushh!! push the pedal ride the bike along the trail. Along the street. Along the river. Coarsing like when you push the pedal. and thne you move faster faster till you stop and rest your toes upon the pedal.
Robyn
one day i was riding my bike. i got to the huge hill at the end of my road. “come on” I told myself, you can do it, no matter now steep the hill is. So i started. I started to pedal with all of my might up the hill that had been staring me down. as intmimading and scary it may have been, it was worth the work to finally face my fears and ride up the hill.
Corinne/ corinneellis@gmail.com
pedals fell around her feet, cascading like feathers down from the sky. I grabbed one, held it to the light. “look,” i said, barely audible. “you can see the veins.” She smiled, carful to not let her face show too much of her inevitable aging.
Who
shitty ideas of glory had masticated the bended reality resulting on a bipedal concept of molecular dissatisfaction.
fucked up
Flying, dreaming, wondering. Your butt is still on the seat, but the world around you is gone. You stand up on the pedals, the wind is blowing through your hair, there is nothing that can stop you now.
Briana
Bikes. My shoelaces used to get caught. I’d fall and scrape myself. I was so broken. I guess nothing has changed. Just gotta keep it straight.
Ravioli
It’s a struggle for me to use a pedal on the bike. I can’t even bike in the first place. I need a four-wheeler. Everytime I think I can start gliding down the street on a two-wheeler, the pedal locks and then down I go. I can’t push a pedal.
Harriet
His legs kept pushing. The air felt like a wall every time a breeze blew by. He could’ve turned around, but he knew he wouldn’t like what he saw. So he continued, pushing, pedaling harder every second, every stroke.
Doonz
foolhardy
Anonymous
The bicycle went down, down, down. The pedals spinning and spinning, my feet were straight out in excitement. I knew I should probably brake, but this was what I wanted to feel.
Briana
bike
car
stop
go
push
greek
nataly
rollokcs
Anonymous
Pedal. Riding my bicycle. That’s too obvious. But it gets me thinking that probably the best way to go through life is on a bicycle. The wind in your hair. Smelling all the smells. Seeing all the sights. Without a window, a tint, a door, a wall, in the way of seeing what is really out there.
Laura
I pedaled to the metal is such a cliche.
jj
I used to pedal as fast as i could down hills on my bike. I remember the feewling of the wind in my hair and feeling nothing but freedom. then I would let my feet off the pedal and just glide.
Big Brad
Screech!
Your foot goes numb
from kicking down the deaf and dumb.
Your head is full of rum,
and I am doing circles
in the sky.
I’m feeling high,
but so low
I go.
Rosie
i push down the gas pedal hard and the car speeds away. i don’t glance at the speedometer, i don’t pay attention to the other cars around me. i just drive. i drive and i think about you, and all we had that you gave away. i drive and hope that maybe, with each passing mile, my memories of you will fade with distance…
lauryn rose
is in a car and you push it to go fast or it could be the brake pedal. or this could be a bike pedal, you push down and the pedals power the chain which makes the bike move forward, the faster you push the pedals the faster you will go!
Anonymous
PEDAL TO THE METAL!
B
the pedal of my pink huffy scarred my knee for life.
PrttyBrd
Pedal to the medal, sugar we’re going down swinging, pull me down hard and drown me in love, when all you wanted was to be wanted…
<3
The pedal on the bicucle broke as I was riding. I fell off my bike and broke my arm. I cried all the way home. My Mom rushed me to the hospital and the doctor had to put a big cast on it
Kathy
walking on the biking path with my sister. thats the day i knew she smoked. but she was way more in shape than i was and it made me jealous. pedaling with my dad when he got hurt on the hill and i freaked out. he was bleeding and i had to rush for help at home. i almost got lost, but i made it.
courtney
pedal goes to a bike, other than that it reminds me of something to move something else. a means to an end, a machine to aid the movement towards a particular destination.
you pedal the bike… it’s a foot helper to propel the bike forward … also you can put the pedal to the metal so to speak if you really want to get somewhere… pedal pushers, are shoes… gotta pedal faster..i’m pedalling as fast as i can to write something here..this is very challenging…
jay/jggonz2001@aol.com
The pedal on the car just froze. it stuck, and the car kept speeding faster and faster towards the ravine. I tried to open the car, no dice. I tried to pull the pedal away from the floor board, but it refused. The car just kept excellerating toward my inevitable doom. I hate pedals.
Anonymous
A person who steals a bike is among the lowest class of creatures to disgrace the universe.
r.a.
Just keep going, please,
I promise it won’t be much longer,
Follow the trail of ink,
The writer left behind.
Come now,
Don’t be afraid,
Immortalization,
Is all you want,
So get gone,
Put the pedal to the medal,
I’ll back you up.
Meg
put the pedal to the metal baby…i pedal when i turn around…this word is not really that inspiring to me to be honest…fender stratocaster, what?
Heather
I put the pedal to the metal and get outta town.
Got to get to see my baby ‘fore the sun goes down.
Gonna ride all day in the pouring rain,
So I can have her back in my arms again!
chris torma
i pedal faster, my heart is pumping, i can’t get to you fast enough… sweat drips down my neck and my forehead… my hair is sticking to my neck and plastered to my ears… i can’t stop now.. i have to keep going. my hands are white from gripping the bars to tightly.. i need you.
Amanda
It was hard work trying to get the bike up the hill in the rain. Hard work for very little return. Sometimes we need to try with no obvious gain… but this day was different. I had no choice but to pedal.
Mr W
He loves me, he loves me not. Who am I kidding? I don’t care if he loves me; I fucking love him. Maybe one day, one day, he’ll return the favor. If not, the flower will die, and so will my love.
little pedals on a little bike zooming down the street a peal of laughter full of joy an adrenaline fueled shriek a heart attack close at head “Get out of the road! You wanna get killed?!”
Put the pedal to the metal, pedal your heart and drop petals onto the grave of your soul. A pedal is a tool to help you get somewhere or drive something.
Drive your heart.
Push push push. Nothing stops. Nothing is good enough. Pedal pedal pedal but you’re not getting anywhere.
Stretching and screaming and nothing’s working. You’re trapped and no one seems to notice, let alone care.
car brake gas bike trunk hood sowing
I don’t have a bike right now. That’s kind of sad. I think I need to reinvest in one…for health and fun.
Good idea.
I have no idea what else to write.
My baby brother is LOVING riding now. He’s adorable.
He can pedal all by himself…
deranged madmen of folklore had came to reality to summon the redeemer of the everlasting fruitless toils of the polluted race.
like on a bike there is a pedal. Pedal pumping going faster pedaling up and down the street pedal pedal pedal. Put your sneaker on the pedal puuuushh!! push the pedal ride the bike along the trail. Along the street. Along the river. Coarsing like when you push the pedal. and thne you move faster faster till you stop and rest your toes upon the pedal.
one day i was riding my bike. i got to the huge hill at the end of my road. “come on” I told myself, you can do it, no matter now steep the hill is. So i started. I started to pedal with all of my might up the hill that had been staring me down. as intmimading and scary it may have been, it was worth the work to finally face my fears and ride up the hill.
pedals fell around her feet, cascading like feathers down from the sky. I grabbed one, held it to the light. “look,” i said, barely audible. “you can see the veins.” She smiled, carful to not let her face show too much of her inevitable aging.
shitty ideas of glory had masticated the bended reality resulting on a bipedal concept of molecular dissatisfaction.
Flying, dreaming, wondering. Your butt is still on the seat, but the world around you is gone. You stand up on the pedals, the wind is blowing through your hair, there is nothing that can stop you now.
Bikes. My shoelaces used to get caught. I’d fall and scrape myself. I was so broken. I guess nothing has changed. Just gotta keep it straight.
It’s a struggle for me to use a pedal on the bike. I can’t even bike in the first place. I need a four-wheeler. Everytime I think I can start gliding down the street on a two-wheeler, the pedal locks and then down I go. I can’t push a pedal.
His legs kept pushing. The air felt like a wall every time a breeze blew by. He could’ve turned around, but he knew he wouldn’t like what he saw. So he continued, pushing, pedaling harder every second, every stroke.
foolhardy
The bicycle went down, down, down. The pedals spinning and spinning, my feet were straight out in excitement. I knew I should probably brake, but this was what I wanted to feel.
bike
car
stop
go
push
greek
rollokcs
Pedal. Riding my bicycle. That’s too obvious. But it gets me thinking that probably the best way to go through life is on a bicycle. The wind in your hair. Smelling all the smells. Seeing all the sights. Without a window, a tint, a door, a wall, in the way of seeing what is really out there.
I pedaled to the metal is such a cliche.
I used to pedal as fast as i could down hills on my bike. I remember the feewling of the wind in my hair and feeling nothing but freedom. then I would let my feet off the pedal and just glide.
Screech!
Your foot goes numb
from kicking down the deaf and dumb.
Your head is full of rum,
and I am doing circles
in the sky.
I’m feeling high,
but so low
I go.
i push down the gas pedal hard and the car speeds away. i don’t glance at the speedometer, i don’t pay attention to the other cars around me. i just drive. i drive and i think about you, and all we had that you gave away. i drive and hope that maybe, with each passing mile, my memories of you will fade with distance…
is in a car and you push it to go fast or it could be the brake pedal. or this could be a bike pedal, you push down and the pedals power the chain which makes the bike move forward, the faster you push the pedals the faster you will go!
PEDAL TO THE METAL!
the pedal of my pink huffy scarred my knee for life.
Pedal to the medal, sugar we’re going down swinging, pull me down hard and drown me in love, when all you wanted was to be wanted…
The pedal on the bicucle broke as I was riding. I fell off my bike and broke my arm. I cried all the way home. My Mom rushed me to the hospital and the doctor had to put a big cast on it
walking on the biking path with my sister. thats the day i knew she smoked. but she was way more in shape than i was and it made me jealous. pedaling with my dad when he got hurt on the hill and i freaked out. he was bleeding and i had to rush for help at home. i almost got lost, but i made it.
pedal goes to a bike, other than that it reminds me of something to move something else. a means to an end, a machine to aid the movement towards a particular destination.
squeaky, broken reflector, saw toothed ankle scraper shoestring eating wreck causer. Speed, stop wreck.
you pedal the bike… it’s a foot helper to propel the bike forward … also you can put the pedal to the metal so to speak if you really want to get somewhere… pedal pushers, are shoes… gotta pedal faster..i’m pedalling as fast as i can to write something here..this is very challenging…
The pedal on the car just froze. it stuck, and the car kept speeding faster and faster towards the ravine. I tried to open the car, no dice. I tried to pull the pedal away from the floor board, but it refused. The car just kept excellerating toward my inevitable doom. I hate pedals.
A person who steals a bike is among the lowest class of creatures to disgrace the universe.
Just keep going, please,
I promise it won’t be much longer,
Follow the trail of ink,
The writer left behind.
Come now,
Don’t be afraid,
Immortalization,
Is all you want,
So get gone,
Put the pedal to the medal,
I’ll back you up.
put the pedal to the metal baby…i pedal when i turn around…this word is not really that inspiring to me to be honest…fender stratocaster, what?
I put the pedal to the metal and get outta town.
Got to get to see my baby ‘fore the sun goes down.
Gonna ride all day in the pouring rain,
So I can have her back in my arms again!
i pedal faster, my heart is pumping, i can’t get to you fast enough… sweat drips down my neck and my forehead… my hair is sticking to my neck and plastered to my ears… i can’t stop now.. i have to keep going. my hands are white from gripping the bars to tightly.. i need you.
It was hard work trying to get the bike up the hill in the rain. Hard work for very little return. Sometimes we need to try with no obvious gain… but this day was different. I had no choice but to pedal.
He loves me, he loves me not. Who am I kidding? I don’t care if he loves me; I fucking love him. Maybe one day, one day, he’ll return the favor. If not, the flower will die, and so will my love.