The aisle was narrow and desolate. The trash swept across the streets and the hundreds of different aisles on the planet. Was it a maze or a journey? A path or an end?
i walked the aisle like a ghost, finding the trees that blew within me. i jumped for the salsa, but it eluded me with wispy fingers. i sighed. i hadn’t been down this aisle before, although my mother had many times. i missed her and her salsa-red hair. sometimes, it glimmered in the summertime when she went to the beach. her fat found a bathing suit and made me queasy.
aisle kill you if you don’t change to a better word next time around. Of all the words to start off with, why this one? Did you plan this your entire life… this moment?
I went through the aisle looking for the book you recommended to me. I’d forgotten about it till now and i decided to look for it as feverishly as i had always looked for you.
Grocery aisles…need to go now…so many things to do…so little time…
I usually like grocery shopping. It’s my time for myself. I get lost in the aisles of food and stuff. I am very methodical in my shopping.
as i was perusing through the aisles one by one, i came upon one which made me stop. on the shelves were hundreds of canned animals, cut up into chewable little peices and perserved for ultimate freshness. i read through the lables, cows, chickens, lambs, turkeys. i pictured the animals in their living state and could not imagine buying a can of their death, taking it home and cooking it up for my children.
I remember when I was a child going to church, there was a sensation that I should be there, but when I was 10 I became an acolite, the children in charge of lighting the candles for the ceremony… I can still remember it to this day, but I stopped going as soon as puberty hit. I knew church wasn’t for me.
WEddings- you go up and you go down the aisle.
Life-You go up and you go down the aisle.
Too bad you don’t end up on as isle–unless you are on your honeymoon.
i ran down the aisle to the man waiting at the end, and once i got close enough to see who it really was, i ran out of the church, down to the local bar and drank myself stupid. ill never run down the aisle again, ill walk and take my time and maybe the person at the end of the aisle, will be the right person, instead of an ugly imitation of my perfect man, god please
aisle. The first thing that comes to mind is a confined space filled with different things from daily life. Food, junk, accessories. Constricted by the luxuries of life that allow us to simply go and buy our goods. I’d rather be on a farm.
I slowly sauntered down the supermarket aisle. I loved this aisle. About half on the shelves on one side were covered in various breakfast cereals, and mind you, these were long shelves. I licked my lips as my eyes gazed slowly from the top to the bottom. There was so much to choose from, from cornflakes to frosties.
The aisle down which I walk is long, sometimes I wonder if I will ever get a chance to walk down “that ” aisle, you know the one weere they sing, here comes the bride and all that bull? I know
As I run down the aisle at the grocery store, trying to find my mom, I feel paniked. I know she’s around here somewhere, but I can’t put down the feeling that something bad is about to happen. I’m about to screem when I see her. Hey Honey! Over Here!
THe aisle was small and dark. Sheila went to the store to find oreos, but she found much more. She alwas ended oup in the wrong aisle and this week this frozen food section was it. Three men were stuffing a dead body into the frozen veggies door, as she turned the corner. This was going to be a long night she thought.
I was walking down the aisle. I didn’tk now what I was doing, where I was going, but that man at the end sure made me happy. My father seemed to be nervous, holding my arm tightly and walking slower than he did at the rehearsal. Why was everyone scared for me?
I didn’t understand what they had against George – our future seemed bright. I wanted kids, he wanted kids, he had a good job, I had a good job. We were buying a house. It was beautiful, with nice, yellow shutters and a green door.
the aisle is my second favorite seat on an airplane. Obviously the middle seat is the worst. The window seat is the best because you can lean against it to sleep. The aisle is only okay, as drink carts and people going to the bathroom often bump into you. It is good in the sense that you don’t have to climb over people to get out, but you do have to move when other people wish to get up.
i walked down one once. it’s was a mistake. now i might be able to walk down another one, legally. that wouldn’t be a mistake, it would just seem redundent. maybe i could bowl down one instead.
I walked up the aisle and she was there beaming with just a tear in the corner of her eye. Only I would see it as I was trained to look for emotion that she did not show anyone else. As I approached and inched closer I saw the slightest tremble.
this is the place i wait for something to happen. Aisle is a place I met my wife. aisle is the distraction i am looking for. Aisle is a place that reminds me of work. I wander the aisle looking for something to do and a distraction from life.
The aisle had too many people in it for me to get by, i had to ram through the people to make it to the juice, which my daughter needed for her party so, i did, and no one was happy about it, i got the juice, and it was grape, not my daughters favorite but oh well.
What is an aisle but a separation between two areas of congregation? The aisle is empty space, but it serves the important function of allowing movement. Do we need more aisles in life, or do aisles imply movie theaters and concert halls, which we may have our fill of currently?
I’ve only walked down an actual aisle a few times in my life–once as a bridesmaid in a “Big, Fat Italian” wedding. I still remember the dress-blue flowers, halter back, ruffles. It hung in my closet for years until i finally donated it to Goodwill.
I went to the aisle where she stood, hoping for an explanation. I didn’t really expect anything, but I hoped, against hope, that she would *want* to tell me a reason, an excuse, or at least give me an apology. She held the chocolate bar above the basket, took one look at me and said, “I think it’s about time we really stopped playing around here.”
Strut slowly up the asile. Recount the jars of pickles and neaten the loaves of bread. Wheat and mutligrain are all in their places. Pick up the frosted flakes. The intercom has come to collect you back to hell.
i go down the aisle in stores. its nice to go down the aisle because your more than likely buying something you need want or just feel like buying. going down the aisle is like an adventure.
aside from the car its another great place to leave your kid to teach em a lesson.try foodlion or giants wait till they tthrow a fit turn around then run
the time it takes to walk the aisles at my local grocery store is longer than the time it takes for my bicycle to pump the pressure of my tire tread and gear cassette which has oil all over it i need to get an oil change in my car but i need to pick it up first
I went down to the grocery market and I was stuck in it. It is a middle of a two walls. You can get stuck in it. It is interesting to look at from a vantage point of a wall. It has a lot to do with walls and the space between them.
I am on holy ground, I browse and browse, searching for who knows what. Some worship god, others nature, I worship the gods of capitalism.
The aisle was narrow and desolate. The trash swept across the streets and the hundreds of different aisles on the planet. Was it a maze or a journey? A path or an end?
i walked the aisle like a ghost, finding the trees that blew within me. i jumped for the salsa, but it eluded me with wispy fingers. i sighed. i hadn’t been down this aisle before, although my mother had many times. i missed her and her salsa-red hair. sometimes, it glimmered in the summertime when she went to the beach. her fat found a bathing suit and made me queasy.
an open row that divides
aisle kill you if you don’t change to a better word next time around. Of all the words to start off with, why this one? Did you plan this your entire life… this moment?
Aim so sad.
I walked the silent row in search of truth. I found only sorrow, not the solace I sought. I will continue to walk,,alone,,,
I went through the aisle looking for the book you recommended to me. I’d forgotten about it till now and i decided to look for it as feverishly as i had always looked for you.
Grocery aisles…need to go now…so many things to do…so little time…
I usually like grocery shopping. It’s my time for myself. I get lost in the aisles of food and stuff. I am very methodical in my shopping.
weddings, church, marching clothes, food, grocery store, awards ceremony, dancing
groceries, clothes, toys are on aisles. church, weddings, brides, fun. red carpet, awards, marching, graduating, important days.
as i was perusing through the aisles one by one, i came upon one which made me stop. on the shelves were hundreds of canned animals, cut up into chewable little peices and perserved for ultimate freshness. i read through the lables, cows, chickens, lambs, turkeys. i pictured the animals in their living state and could not imagine buying a can of their death, taking it home and cooking it up for my children.
I remember when I was a child going to church, there was a sensation that I should be there, but when I was 10 I became an acolite, the children in charge of lighting the candles for the ceremony… I can still remember it to this day, but I stopped going as soon as puberty hit. I knew church wasn’t for me.
WEddings- you go up and you go down the aisle.
Life-You go up and you go down the aisle.
Too bad you don’t end up on as isle–unless you are on your honeymoon.
i ran down the aisle to the man waiting at the end, and once i got close enough to see who it really was, i ran out of the church, down to the local bar and drank myself stupid. ill never run down the aisle again, ill walk and take my time and maybe the person at the end of the aisle, will be the right person, instead of an ugly imitation of my perfect man, god please
aisle. The first thing that comes to mind is a confined space filled with different things from daily life. Food, junk, accessories. Constricted by the luxuries of life that allow us to simply go and buy our goods. I’d rather be on a farm.
I slowly sauntered down the supermarket aisle. I loved this aisle. About half on the shelves on one side were covered in various breakfast cereals, and mind you, these were long shelves. I licked my lips as my eyes gazed slowly from the top to the bottom. There was so much to choose from, from cornflakes to frosties.
The aisle down which I walk is long, sometimes I wonder if I will ever get a chance to walk down “that ” aisle, you know the one weere they sing, here comes the bride and all that bull? I know
As I run down the aisle at the grocery store, trying to find my mom, I feel paniked. I know she’s around here somewhere, but I can’t put down the feeling that something bad is about to happen. I’m about to screem when I see her. Hey Honey! Over Here!
THe aisle was small and dark. Sheila went to the store to find oreos, but she found much more. She alwas ended oup in the wrong aisle and this week this frozen food section was it. Three men were stuffing a dead body into the frozen veggies door, as she turned the corner. This was going to be a long night she thought.
I was walking down the aisle. I didn’tk now what I was doing, where I was going, but that man at the end sure made me happy. My father seemed to be nervous, holding my arm tightly and walking slower than he did at the rehearsal. Why was everyone scared for me?
I didn’t understand what they had against George – our future seemed bright. I wanted kids, he wanted kids, he had a good job, I had a good job. We were buying a house. It was beautiful, with nice, yellow shutters and a green door.
the aisle is my second favorite seat on an airplane. Obviously the middle seat is the worst. The window seat is the best because you can lean against it to sleep. The aisle is only okay, as drink carts and people going to the bathroom often bump into you. It is good in the sense that you don’t have to climb over people to get out, but you do have to move when other people wish to get up.
i walked down one once. it’s was a mistake. now i might be able to walk down another one, legally. that wouldn’t be a mistake, it would just seem redundent. maybe i could bowl down one instead.
I walked up the aisle and she was there beaming with just a tear in the corner of her eye. Only I would see it as I was trained to look for emotion that she did not show anyone else. As I approached and inched closer I saw the slightest tremble.
this is the place i wait for something to happen. Aisle is a place I met my wife. aisle is the distraction i am looking for. Aisle is a place that reminds me of work. I wander the aisle looking for something to do and a distraction from life.
it almost happened
we made plans for years
in the end it wasn’t
in the cards
she married a doctor
i married the love
of my life
aisle?an islan aislanded??an island that is isolated? an islan from Island country? what is this??aisolated…mmmmmmm…. dont think, just writte!
The aisle had too many people in it for me to get by, i had to ram through the people to make it to the juice, which my daughter needed for her party so, i did, and no one was happy about it, i got the juice, and it was grape, not my daughters favorite but oh well.
What is an aisle but a separation between two areas of congregation? The aisle is empty space, but it serves the important function of allowing movement. Do we need more aisles in life, or do aisles imply movie theaters and concert halls, which we may have our fill of currently?
I’ve only walked down an actual aisle a few times in my life–once as a bridesmaid in a “Big, Fat Italian” wedding. I still remember the dress-blue flowers, halter back, ruffles. It hung in my closet for years until i finally donated it to Goodwill.
I don’t know what it means :S
going down the aisle, I am an object, people like my appearance, its all I’ve got – my looks and the aisle…
walking down the aisle
seems so empty
duno who’s at the end of it
where are you?
your face is fading..
dont go..
i dont even know you yet.
I went to the aisle where she stood, hoping for an explanation. I didn’t really expect anything, but I hoped, against hope, that she would *want* to tell me a reason, an excuse, or at least give me an apology. She held the chocolate bar above the basket, took one look at me and said, “I think it’s about time we really stopped playing around here.”
Strut slowly up the asile. Recount the jars of pickles and neaten the loaves of bread. Wheat and mutligrain are all in their places. Pick up the frosted flakes. The intercom has come to collect you back to hell.
i go down the aisle in stores. its nice to go down the aisle because your more than likely buying something you need want or just feel like buying. going down the aisle is like an adventure.
aside from the car its another great place to leave your kid to teach em a lesson.try foodlion or giants wait till they tthrow a fit turn around then run
the time it takes to walk the aisles at my local grocery store is longer than the time it takes for my bicycle to pump the pressure of my tire tread and gear cassette which has oil all over it i need to get an oil change in my car but i need to pick it up first
I went down to the grocery market and I was stuck in it. It is a middle of a two walls. You can get stuck in it. It is interesting to look at from a vantage point of a wall. It has a lot to do with walls and the space between them.
A part of a church divided laterally from the nave by a row of pillars or columns. A passageway between rows of seats, as in an auditorium.
a long red carpeted aisle, there at the end by the altar, awaits my one true love. all of our love ones are there, but i have eyes only for him.