he went down the road, 22 gandhi avenue. he hadnt seen her for 23 years. his heart was bounding, with joy and fear.
he stood at the steps, and as he pressed teh doorbell, he got a heart attack., The last face he saw was hers. and she was smiling.
9804 NW ocean avenue….
I would go there with you every day this past summer.
I could probably drive there blind by now.
but if i were to go back today,
it would only remind me of what i lost,
what kept me same,
what i miss so much:
you.
As she walked down the avenue her pace quickened. She could feel someone behind her. Why had she even thought it was ok to walk to his house at this hour of the night? And all because she was feeling lonely. How pathetic, she should’ve listened to Annie and stayed home, at least that way she’d be safe, warm, eating ice cream and watching a chick flick…
they walked down sky avenue like it was just another day.. as if nothing happened just an hour ago. it’s so easy to forget things. bad things. when you’re in love.
Street lights. all of the lights.
A fancy name for a road.
Ave
Have
Calf
Thinking of Kanye West
“imma let you finnish”
Thinking sorry
Thinking avenue is where you walk in the city.
If it has a side walk and a curb and some street lights and some crosswalks and in the winter christmas lights.
If u say it fast it sounds like “haven’t you”
Haven’t you met?
Haven’t you heard this song?
Haven’t you ever seen lightening storms?
Haven’t you ever walked down this avenue?
Every avenue played a show like never before. The crowd roared like uncontrollable lions and the bass mixed with the drums created a sound that made the angels rock out. Their music changed the lives of some.
I turned onto 5th avenue. Then a right on 6th, then another right on 7th. One more right, and I was right back where I had begun. I had been driving in a circle for about an hour. I don’t know what I was trying to accomplish around that particular block, but I knew I had to keep driving.
there’s a place on ocean avenue, where i used to sit and talk with you..
a broad street, often lined with trees
from the french word avenir which means to come to
Hand in hand, they walked down the avenue. The both of them could feel the stares. This was new. It would, they had known, take time for everybody to digest their relationship. They also knew, though, that they weren’t going to let anybody else’s opinion get in between them. They strolled, trying for happy, and clasped onto each other. Hand in hand, they would face the world.
“There’s a place called ocean avenue, where I used to sit and talk with you. We were both sixteen and it felt so right. sleeping all day, staying up all night.”
Let’s hope that what we have now lasts forever. It’s the best I’ve ever had. You’re all I’ve got.
Life does not stop on the avenue. We walked in the rain, with red umbrellas, down the avenue in the morning. And you told me you were leaving, in the red car without a left door. Life did not stop for me, the traffic on the avenue kept running their motors.
The avenue just on the other side of the school was always filled with the teenagers your mother said never to hang out with. But i never listened, i didn’t mind them in the least bit, in fact I found them to be insanely fascinating, which I figure could be a odd thing to say. On the other hand, at least I could be a school consular with ease after hearing some of their problems.
Strolling down the avenue. Looking at the shops. Wishing I could go in and buy the pretty things I see, but a plate of glass and pocket full of lint keeps me from doing so. So I will stroll down the avenue looking at the shops.
Oh my goodness. The first thing that popped in my head…Avenue Q. Oh my goodness. That musical was so hilarious it made me cry ha ha. There were such amazing voice acting for the puppets and I’m in the mood to watch it again. It’s just so funny! The songs are super addicting in their own special way.
i walked down the avenue of what once was a great city. death filled all of its verandas and public buildings once magnificent, now deserted and ruined. people once lived and flourished here i thought. what happened?
He was the avenue to my happiness. All I had to do was walk the right way and take the right turn at the intersection. I knew what I wanted, it was so clear to me now. I didn’t care about others feelings towards me, I decided those that care about me are the only ones I should worry about. The others weren’t worth my time. This year was different, I knew who I was, and I knew I had grown into a bigger and better person; People would see that eventually…I hope.
The girl walks up Black Rose Avenue, where her dreadful home awaits. When she arrives, she hesitates at the door, deciding weather or not to face her fears and enter or leave now while she can and escape her nightmare of a life. She decides to enter. She takes a deep breathe and opens the creaky door. What she finds is her foster brother lying on the floor, blood dribbling out of his nose. Her foster mother stands there, her face red with fury.
“Why did you leave?!” The furious women screams at the girls tearful face. The women walks over to the shaking girl, stomping as she goes.
“Please,” the girl begs, full of despair. She caught glance of the boy, who was staring at her, shaking his head, as if sorry for what was yet to come. Before the girls eyes could focus back on the women, she smacked her across the face with all her strength, not showing any mercy. The girl fell to the ground in pain, gasping for air. She should have left.
Rude immature self indulgent moody teenager wannabee grownup. Captive audience patience required and gritted teeth maturity. The only avenue is to ignore her.
I’m walking down an avenue lined with brick buildings and glass windows. The road is devoid of cars; the street is devoid of people. The avenue stretches on till infinity. I don’t know how I’ll reach the end.
The place where pretty people live. These people dress really well and have fancy cars and stylish shoes. I want to live like these people that live on the avenue. These are the people that drive by in black cars. They go to upscale parties with all their wealthy friends. They end up on page 6.
Lucy crept through the strange maze, each new turning a brick lined avenue, with the strange plants growing over it’s walls. How did I get here she thought. She reached out and touched a flower. It sprung opened and snapped at her with sharp jaws. “Yikes!” She pulled her hand away and wended her way forward, with no idea where she was heading.
Sweat and grim and guitars so loud I think my ears might burst. The whole floor shakes with the combined movement of one, huge, skanking crowd all moving to the same rhythm….and then Avenues and Alleyways breaks into stride. And we can’t be happy.
It’s not quite a puppet show in the way you would think that a puppet show would function. They’re much funnier and much cleverer than, say, a man sitting with a ventriloquist dummy or a giant yellow bird singing with a man who loves rubber duckies.
The avenue’s sign was illuminated by a single street lamp. It was like a beacon to those wandering down the darkened street. Their thoughts centering on their sense of loneliness heightened by the imposing sense of desolation projected by the empty street.
along the tree-lined avenue, the birds flew lazily by as the colorful people interacted with the world around them. The glow of the setting sun made the scene golden.
Is the direction of my life where I want to go? Or has the path not revealed itself, only the destination. The future is the destination of the roads of our past, I think I enjoy where Im going.
The avenue was dark and narrow and there was only one lampost that lit the dark night. It was a rather cold winter at that time, and I was laying on the wall with nothing but a bag of Fritos to keep me company. I wonder how long it’ll take for her to get here? It’s not that I’m worried, it’s just that it’s taking quite a bit and my hands are getting cold.
I’m on the avenue of broken hearts and the boulevard of broken dreams nothing is ever how it seem. Save me from the monsters inside on my avenue of nothing but lies.
Meaning to escape but forgetting the avenue even though twenty are open in the hedges. She streams forth blindly scrambling, nails scratch at latches and lost forever. Void. Fear. She knows his name. He leads her on and away and alone. Isolation.
I looked back at Burgendy avenue, not remembering what i was so upset about. The thought about what just happened, about a few minutes before, was something that changed my life forever
I kissed her on the avenue by the bakery. I can’t remember it’s name. The avenue that is. I know the bakery is Long’s Donuts, because that’s where I broke up with her. Not the girl I kissed on the avenue, but the one I met last year. That was on a boulevard–I think.
I walked down heaven avenue. The pearly gates, the gold streets, and there you were, waiting for me. Like you promised. I love you, and now we have eternity with God together. Praise the Lord, Oh my soul.
down avenue. I see hanging flowers tumbling down the telephone pole. I see the old brick buildings. I’m stepping back in time. Everything is in a state of peaceful overgrowth. The sun beams down from below upon my gold head and I know it’s all okay.
he went down the road, 22 gandhi avenue. he hadnt seen her for 23 years. his heart was bounding, with joy and fear.
he stood at the steps, and as he pressed teh doorbell, he got a heart attack., The last face he saw was hers. and she was smiling.
road, way, street, highway,
9804 NW ocean avenue….
I would go there with you every day this past summer.
I could probably drive there blind by now.
but if i were to go back today,
it would only remind me of what i lost,
what kept me same,
what i miss so much:
you.
I went to 5th avenue in NYC once to go to the David Yurman store to buy a necklace I wanted, just as they were closing, and they wouldn’t let me in.
As she walked down the avenue her pace quickened. She could feel someone behind her. Why had she even thought it was ok to walk to his house at this hour of the night? And all because she was feeling lonely. How pathetic, she should’ve listened to Annie and stayed home, at least that way she’d be safe, warm, eating ice cream and watching a chick flick…
they walked down sky avenue like it was just another day.. as if nothing happened just an hour ago. it’s so easy to forget things. bad things. when you’re in love.
Avenue
Street lights. all of the lights.
A fancy name for a road.
Ave
Have
Calf
Thinking of Kanye West
“imma let you finnish”
Thinking sorry
Thinking avenue is where you walk in the city.
If it has a side walk and a curb and some street lights and some crosswalks and in the winter christmas lights.
If u say it fast it sounds like “haven’t you”
Haven’t you met?
Haven’t you heard this song?
Haven’t you ever seen lightening storms?
Haven’t you ever walked down this avenue?
Every avenue played a show like never before. The crowd roared like uncontrollable lions and the bass mixed with the drums created a sound that made the angels rock out. Their music changed the lives of some.
I turned onto 5th avenue. Then a right on 6th, then another right on 7th. One more right, and I was right back where I had begun. I had been driving in a circle for about an hour. I don’t know what I was trying to accomplish around that particular block, but I knew I had to keep driving.
there’s a place on ocean avenue, where i used to sit and talk with you..
a broad street, often lined with trees
from the french word avenir which means to come to
:)
Hand in hand, they walked down the avenue. The both of them could feel the stares. This was new. It would, they had known, take time for everybody to digest their relationship. They also knew, though, that they weren’t going to let anybody else’s opinion get in between them. They strolled, trying for happy, and clasped onto each other. Hand in hand, they would face the world.
“There’s a place called ocean avenue, where I used to sit and talk with you. We were both sixteen and it felt so right. sleeping all day, staying up all night.”
Let’s hope that what we have now lasts forever. It’s the best I’ve ever had. You’re all I’ve got.
Life does not stop on the avenue. We walked in the rain, with red umbrellas, down the avenue in the morning. And you told me you were leaving, in the red car without a left door. Life did not stop for me, the traffic on the avenue kept running their motors.
The avenue just on the other side of the school was always filled with the teenagers your mother said never to hang out with. But i never listened, i didn’t mind them in the least bit, in fact I found them to be insanely fascinating, which I figure could be a odd thing to say. On the other hand, at least I could be a school consular with ease after hearing some of their problems.
Strolling down the avenue. Looking at the shops. Wishing I could go in and buy the pretty things I see, but a plate of glass and pocket full of lint keeps me from doing so. So I will stroll down the avenue looking at the shops.
Oh my goodness. The first thing that popped in my head…Avenue Q. Oh my goodness. That musical was so hilarious it made me cry ha ha. There were such amazing voice acting for the puppets and I’m in the mood to watch it again. It’s just so funny! The songs are super addicting in their own special way.
i walked down the avenue of what once was a great city. death filled all of its verandas and public buildings once magnificent, now deserted and ruined. people once lived and flourished here i thought. what happened?
He was the avenue to my happiness. All I had to do was walk the right way and take the right turn at the intersection. I knew what I wanted, it was so clear to me now. I didn’t care about others feelings towards me, I decided those that care about me are the only ones I should worry about. The others weren’t worth my time. This year was different, I knew who I was, and I knew I had grown into a bigger and better person; People would see that eventually…I hope.
somewhere on sunset avenue and the street of dispare i found happiness and love. within me and many people around me, it’s an amazing thing
I walked along 5th avenue, hand and hand with you. In a city I can’t believe we’re really in, and we’re in it together!
The girl walks up Black Rose Avenue, where her dreadful home awaits. When she arrives, she hesitates at the door, deciding weather or not to face her fears and enter or leave now while she can and escape her nightmare of a life. She decides to enter. She takes a deep breathe and opens the creaky door. What she finds is her foster brother lying on the floor, blood dribbling out of his nose. Her foster mother stands there, her face red with fury.
“Why did you leave?!” The furious women screams at the girls tearful face. The women walks over to the shaking girl, stomping as she goes.
“Please,” the girl begs, full of despair. She caught glance of the boy, who was staring at her, shaking his head, as if sorry for what was yet to come. Before the girls eyes could focus back on the women, she smacked her across the face with all her strength, not showing any mercy. The girl fell to the ground in pain, gasping for air. She should have left.
Rude immature self indulgent moody teenager wannabee grownup. Captive audience patience required and gritted teeth maturity. The only avenue is to ignore her.
I’m walking down an avenue lined with brick buildings and glass windows. The road is devoid of cars; the street is devoid of people. The avenue stretches on till infinity. I don’t know how I’ll reach the end.
The place where pretty people live. These people dress really well and have fancy cars and stylish shoes. I want to live like these people that live on the avenue. These are the people that drive by in black cars. They go to upscale parties with all their wealthy friends. They end up on page 6.
Lucy crept through the strange maze, each new turning a brick lined avenue, with the strange plants growing over it’s walls. How did I get here she thought. She reached out and touched a flower. It sprung opened and snapped at her with sharp jaws. “Yikes!” She pulled her hand away and wended her way forward, with no idea where she was heading.
fifth avenue. i just want to look at it, walk down it, and blend into it. then disappear.
Sweat and grim and guitars so loud I think my ears might burst. The whole floor shakes with the combined movement of one, huge, skanking crowd all moving to the same rhythm….and then Avenues and Alleyways breaks into stride. And we can’t be happy.
The avenue was paved in white. The houses that lined it were lilac, his eyes were periwinkle, and the walls they stared at were pale, pale yellow.
It’s not quite a puppet show in the way you would think that a puppet show would function. They’re much funnier and much cleverer than, say, a man sitting with a ventriloquist dummy or a giant yellow bird singing with a man who loves rubber duckies.
The avenue’s sign was illuminated by a single street lamp. It was like a beacon to those wandering down the darkened street. Their thoughts centering on their sense of loneliness heightened by the imposing sense of desolation projected by the empty street.
along the tree-lined avenue, the birds flew lazily by as the colorful people interacted with the world around them. The glow of the setting sun made the scene golden.
Is the direction of my life where I want to go? Or has the path not revealed itself, only the destination. The future is the destination of the roads of our past, I think I enjoy where Im going.
The avenue was dark and narrow and there was only one lampost that lit the dark night. It was a rather cold winter at that time, and I was laying on the wall with nothing but a bag of Fritos to keep me company. I wonder how long it’ll take for her to get here? It’s not that I’m worried, it’s just that it’s taking quite a bit and my hands are getting cold.
I’m on the avenue of broken hearts and the boulevard of broken dreams nothing is ever how it seem. Save me from the monsters inside on my avenue of nothing but lies.
Ithink of avenues
Meaning to escape but forgetting the avenue even though twenty are open in the hedges. She streams forth blindly scrambling, nails scratch at latches and lost forever. Void. Fear. She knows his name. He leads her on and away and alone. Isolation.
I looked back at Burgendy avenue, not remembering what i was so upset about. The thought about what just happened, about a few minutes before, was something that changed my life forever
I kissed her on the avenue by the bakery. I can’t remember it’s name. The avenue that is. I know the bakery is Long’s Donuts, because that’s where I broke up with her. Not the girl I kissed on the avenue, but the one I met last year. That was on a boulevard–I think.
I walked down heaven avenue. The pearly gates, the gold streets, and there you were, waiting for me. Like you promised. I love you, and now we have eternity with God together. Praise the Lord, Oh my soul.
down avenue. I see hanging flowers tumbling down the telephone pole. I see the old brick buildings. I’m stepping back in time. Everything is in a state of peaceful overgrowth. The sun beams down from below upon my gold head and I know it’s all okay.