The rural roads brought back rustic memories. Thoughts of friends and family filled the mind. Alcohol and trucks and parties and blood and guts and murder. Oops.
I went driving and I got lost. As I was making my way down the road I saw a figure laying on the side of the road. It’s head large and horns poking out of the body
rural route 1
small town
don’t stop believing
just a small town girl
living in a lonely world
took the midnight train
going anywhere
just a city boy
born and raised in south Detroit
took the midnight train
going anywhere
I lived in the rural area of Seattle. It’s so typical – it’s not the way people put it on TV, but it actually kind of is. Loud people, creepy alleys. Strange animals and graffiti walls. I’m not from Seattle, though. I just got here, I think. An hour ago, I was shoved out of the bus I’ve been stuck in for months. I was abducted and I don’t know why, it was probably something my dad did at work. Who knows….I should probably just start walking towards a main street. Last time I was taken farther out than this. I just need to find a phone and dial the number I have inscribed in my head. I can get home.
Rural Route 1
my town
just a small town girl
living in a lonely world
took the midnight train
going anywhere
just a city boy
born and raised in south Detroit
took the midnight train
going anywhere
Well, consider it a dare. Head out towards the rising sun, as far as you can. Way beyond our wall. Follow the river to the grand lake, and look at all the people wading in the rice fields. We can travel through four or five towns on horseback, while those farmers have never stepped out of sight from the house they were born in.
I’ve heard of the word “rural” before, but I don’t know what it means. I’m pretty sure it is an adjective, though. A rural place, a rural person…I don’t know what else to write.
I grew up in a very rural town and I would like to believe that there is a certain beauty in the less evolved and backwards. A certain speciality in creating happiness and being raw. I think rural is exquisite. I love my city and I love the idea of it being small and cultured,
Reena
You know, rurality gets a bad rep. Its really—wait a minute, rurality is a word? Who would’ve
Rural places scare me. They are so lonely they are so easy to hide in. There aren’t enough people around to keep you safe from bears. or from the people who would hurt you. because there are all kinds of people who will hurt you and the only thing stopping them is that there are other people watching. it is the fear of being caught that prevents problems. and it’s dub. because I know that isn’t really how it works.
Jeanne
A rural take on the issue, one that eschews fancy justifications and reasoning but is as simple as the need to go out and split wood, or rake the leaves, or clean out the septic system, hell, forget about septic systems!
Yesterday I got to know that there was a lack of medical service in the rural areas.
Bluered
rural is the dumbest word i’ve ever been given to write with. you want to know what rural is? rural is some bitch in a stuck up country town that doesn’t know or give a rat’s ass about anyone else in the world, nobody in the city or suburbs. she lives in a fucking stupid ass horse pastor / barn / farmland in an overpriced huge house that is not even well built – literally the deck is going to fall apart any minute now, and her mom is a gold-digging med popping fake happy bitch, and she is the exact same way.
felicia
Distant far away place, lonely or isolated, a route in the country, away from the city lights, peaceful, dark starry night, quiet and far off.
Erin Epperson
Wide open spaces. Open roads that can be taken at any speed one pleases.
rural plains goats cars I like rural areas. I like spending time away from people and finding a place free from responsibilities. Can meditation be considered rural in that sense? I hope it can. Because then I can say I like rural places.
Erik
Out in the boonies, the main thing we had to keep us occupied was shooting up dummies to train for the war. Most recruits that went anywhere came from the rural areas. I guess boredom bred efficacy.
liam
make something with my mouth and teeth let me feel it sliding down rows and rows and ribs and belly going to stick in me
Aviv Cohn
Simple, nature, peace, tranquil, air, breathe, hard work, integrity, ingenuity, run, jump, space, ride,
God is everywhere
Darci
Many of the tiles were missing and broken. Weeds had crawled up and engulfed the walls, and had begun hanging from the dilapidated roof back down to the floor.
rural – relax and enjoy the environment that is uncluttered. No noise. No need to fight traffic, road rage, or the stress from making your way from point a to point b.
Karen
That peaceful, simple place in my heart that I never stay in anymore.
for the depths of the heart are rural and deep, but there you found me.
Teri Campos
The open space of the countryside, accompanied by the freedom of knowing that there is no one in constant close proximity silently judging your every move. The calm that only comes when you are truly alone with your own thoughts.
Hannah
my grandmother lives in a rural country town. i don’t like it there much. the sense of communities that’s different doesn’t really cater to my desires..
It makes me think of rural communities, which I know to be communities out in the country. Which makes me think of ma and pa kinds of stories. Reminiscient of those times out on the farm where an older sibling used to talk down to me but I still sought their attention and admiration.
Mark Harrigan
The country side of living, or like the country side. and country people or like life style of living of the country side.
Orianne Goodspeed
“Rural Juror” is a movie that was never made, yet it somehow manged to be featured on der dem TV shows at some place rock in New York City. Backwoods types. Swamp water types. Closed community mountain-y types. Inner and cut off, just intellectually rotten. Bitter. Small. Small connections between cancers in a malignant tumor that spreads like blight on the flesh. Falling apart from slow, slow neglect. Rural decay. Rural mind hives falling like flies unable to catch up to modernity, dat deese would be lords over ‘er common life. It’s a mouthful alright.
Quicksilver Screen
they say rural life is better because it’s “simple living”, you aren’t bothered by the urban problems that seem to plague most people. Despite this notion, I always smile when thinking about a city-dweller moving out into farmland or a small town – I imagine them trying to find cell reception and asking fellow town members where the starbucks is…
I live in the rural are of California;things are usually quiet.
skyler69
She didn’t think she would live in a rural city all of her life, but she never expected to move to Las Angeles. The city was beautiful but the traffic was brutal.
Morgan
She danced in the grass, an abandoned rural area free from judgement, the bugs jumping from the vibrations of her ablaze feet, disturbing their homes under the soil.
Rhiannon
Rural areas are all around us. Their part of the country we live in. Lots of lovely things to see in rural areas
Charlene
white knuckles nearly strangling the edge of my seat
the same color as the fence of every house on this street
caps in the air; eighteen years, watch me soar
leave a key under the mat before I turn and slam the door.
I came from a large family living in a rural area, without much to offer besides farms, a couple of bars, and endless gray, cracked miles of road. By the time I turned eighteen, I had bought a ticket to San Francisco, and I was moving in with my girlfriend. I was young and reckless, as any other eighteen-year-old would be, and excited to be somewhere urban, but as soon as I stepped off the plane with my suitcase squeaking behind me, I could feel my rustic heart creaking with anxiety.
Belinda Roddie
Dirt road dream
kicked stones walking
right on down the middle
not a car in sight
dust to dusk
flat of the pond
home to loudest
peepers and
friends all
woodbound
and bark.
What I think of when someone says the word “home.” It’s the peaceful place I go to when I need to calm down, and find myself.
The rural roads brought back rustic memories. Thoughts of friends and family filled the mind. Alcohol and trucks and parties and blood and guts and murder. Oops.
I went driving and I got lost. As I was making my way down the road I saw a figure laying on the side of the road. It’s head large and horns poking out of the body
Corn fields, diesel trucks, beer, sluts, meth, home.
rural route 1
small town
don’t stop believing
just a small town girl
living in a lonely world
took the midnight train
going anywhere
just a city boy
born and raised in south Detroit
took the midnight train
going anywhere
I lived in the rural area of Seattle. It’s so typical – it’s not the way people put it on TV, but it actually kind of is. Loud people, creepy alleys. Strange animals and graffiti walls. I’m not from Seattle, though. I just got here, I think. An hour ago, I was shoved out of the bus I’ve been stuck in for months. I was abducted and I don’t know why, it was probably something my dad did at work. Who knows….I should probably just start walking towards a main street. Last time I was taken farther out than this. I just need to find a phone and dial the number I have inscribed in my head. I can get home.
Rural Route 1
my town
just a small town girl
living in a lonely world
took the midnight train
going anywhere
just a city boy
born and raised in south Detroit
took the midnight train
going anywhere
Well, consider it a dare. Head out towards the rising sun, as far as you can. Way beyond our wall. Follow the river to the grand lake, and look at all the people wading in the rice fields. We can travel through four or five towns on horseback, while those farmers have never stepped out of sight from the house they were born in.
I’ve heard of the word “rural” before, but I don’t know what it means. I’m pretty sure it is an adjective, though. A rural place, a rural person…I don’t know what else to write.
been there
done that
will return
once rich.
The rural dirt road leading into the forest had both a charming and wicked vibe to it.
I grew up in a very rural town and I would like to believe that there is a certain beauty in the less evolved and backwards. A certain speciality in creating happiness and being raw. I think rural is exquisite. I love my city and I love the idea of it being small and cultured,
You know, rurality gets a bad rep. Its really—wait a minute, rurality is a word? Who would’ve
Rural places scare me. They are so lonely they are so easy to hide in. There aren’t enough people around to keep you safe from bears. or from the people who would hurt you. because there are all kinds of people who will hurt you and the only thing stopping them is that there are other people watching. it is the fear of being caught that prevents problems. and it’s dub. because I know that isn’t really how it works.
A rural take on the issue, one that eschews fancy justifications and reasoning but is as simple as the need to go out and split wood, or rake the leaves, or clean out the septic system, hell, forget about septic systems!
Yesterday I got to know that there was a lack of medical service in the rural areas.
rural is the dumbest word i’ve ever been given to write with. you want to know what rural is? rural is some bitch in a stuck up country town that doesn’t know or give a rat’s ass about anyone else in the world, nobody in the city or suburbs. she lives in a fucking stupid ass horse pastor / barn / farmland in an overpriced huge house that is not even well built – literally the deck is going to fall apart any minute now, and her mom is a gold-digging med popping fake happy bitch, and she is the exact same way.
Distant far away place, lonely or isolated, a route in the country, away from the city lights, peaceful, dark starry night, quiet and far off.
Wide open spaces. Open roads that can be taken at any speed one pleases.
rural plains goats cars I like rural areas. I like spending time away from people and finding a place free from responsibilities. Can meditation be considered rural in that sense? I hope it can. Because then I can say I like rural places.
Out in the boonies, the main thing we had to keep us occupied was shooting up dummies to train for the war. Most recruits that went anywhere came from the rural areas. I guess boredom bred efficacy.
make something with my mouth and teeth let me feel it sliding down rows and rows and ribs and belly going to stick in me
Simple, nature, peace, tranquil, air, breathe, hard work, integrity, ingenuity, run, jump, space, ride,
God is everywhere
Many of the tiles were missing and broken. Weeds had crawled up and engulfed the walls, and had begun hanging from the dilapidated roof back down to the floor.
rural – relax and enjoy the environment that is uncluttered. No noise. No need to fight traffic, road rage, or the stress from making your way from point a to point b.
That peaceful, simple place in my heart that I never stay in anymore.
for the depths of the heart are rural and deep, but there you found me.
The open space of the countryside, accompanied by the freedom of knowing that there is no one in constant close proximity silently judging your every move. The calm that only comes when you are truly alone with your own thoughts.
my grandmother lives in a rural country town. i don’t like it there much. the sense of communities that’s different doesn’t really cater to my desires..
it’s a strange word ru-ral.
It makes me think of rural communities, which I know to be communities out in the country. Which makes me think of ma and pa kinds of stories. Reminiscient of those times out on the farm where an older sibling used to talk down to me but I still sought their attention and admiration.
The country side of living, or like the country side. and country people or like life style of living of the country side.
“Rural Juror” is a movie that was never made, yet it somehow manged to be featured on der dem TV shows at some place rock in New York City. Backwoods types. Swamp water types. Closed community mountain-y types. Inner and cut off, just intellectually rotten. Bitter. Small. Small connections between cancers in a malignant tumor that spreads like blight on the flesh. Falling apart from slow, slow neglect. Rural decay. Rural mind hives falling like flies unable to catch up to modernity, dat deese would be lords over ‘er common life. It’s a mouthful alright.
they say rural life is better because it’s “simple living”, you aren’t bothered by the urban problems that seem to plague most people. Despite this notion, I always smile when thinking about a city-dweller moving out into farmland or a small town – I imagine them trying to find cell reception and asking fellow town members where the starbucks is…
I live in the rural are of California;things are usually quiet.
She didn’t think she would live in a rural city all of her life, but she never expected to move to Las Angeles. The city was beautiful but the traffic was brutal.
She danced in the grass, an abandoned rural area free from judgement, the bugs jumping from the vibrations of her ablaze feet, disturbing their homes under the soil.
Rural areas are all around us. Their part of the country we live in. Lots of lovely things to see in rural areas
white knuckles nearly strangling the edge of my seat
the same color as the fence of every house on this street
caps in the air; eighteen years, watch me soar
leave a key under the mat before I turn and slam the door.
I came from a large family living in a rural area, without much to offer besides farms, a couple of bars, and endless gray, cracked miles of road. By the time I turned eighteen, I had bought a ticket to San Francisco, and I was moving in with my girlfriend. I was young and reckless, as any other eighteen-year-old would be, and excited to be somewhere urban, but as soon as I stepped off the plane with my suitcase squeaking behind me, I could feel my rustic heart creaking with anxiety.
Dirt road dream
kicked stones walking
right on down the middle
not a car in sight
dust to dusk
flat of the pond
home to loudest
peepers and
friends all
woodbound
and bark.