So kreuzen sich die Wege. Ich komme von hier und du von dort. Wir treffen uns da und lachen zusammen. Du gehst nach hier ich geh nach dort. Wir gehen auseinander und weinen alleine.
She was crossing the road before it happened. She never saw the bus coming. The one, single event that would change her life, like many other things in her life, had gone un noticed.
Would her parents even notice? She doubted it. Then again, the only thing she could think of were the two blaring headlights in her face.
crossing my heart as I tell you these words. But I am lying. They are only for your benefit. I say these words because they are what you want to hear. And the thought crosses my mind that it’s not what I want at all.
crossing my heart as I tell you these words. But I am lying. They are only for your benefit. I say these words because they are what you want to hear. And the thought crosses my mind that it’s not what I want at all.
crossing my heart as I tell you these words. But I am lying. They are only for your benefit. I say these words because they are what you want to hear. And the thought crosses my mind that it’s not what I want at all.
They cross every day in the street. Approach the crossing from different sides, smile as the light stays red. Green. They walk, a nod and smile to one another as they pass. Keep on walking, go through their day and live their lives. Every day waiting for the red green, red green, the moment they actually live.
little boy little boy slow down look both ways you’ll never know who’s path you’ll cross someday maybe while eating elbow macaroni you’ll see and tease me but i doubt that. dont look just go. but slow down if you feel liek letting go og me, and i promise that this will be the las of me. i’ll be 1 less diaster for you, and me.
Crossing paths on the railroad track, where the switches break and there’s no one in control. A God-less world where we pick out own paths, which way, which way would you go? I’m sure there would be well run paths, where the plants don’t grow and where you could follow others, but what would you do when you encountered the soul person who crossed the path you’re on and continued his own way?
crossing time and space was easy this monring with a little afternoon sunshine leftover from yestereve tucked in my pocket. it’s amazing the shades of understanding that come with the smell of fresh basil bathed in monring rain or the grounds of coffee scattered across my palm. the cat in the neighbor’s window seems to have it all figured out so perhaps I’ll while away some time playing that cradle game to net a few answers myself…
I want to learn how to cross a river while cross dressing in the middle of a cross section of a plant. I am cross that I cant cross this cross section.
i went to a river crossing and i jumped into the river. i am wet now, and covered in mud. but its ok because the garden hose is not far away and it reminds me of the time i went mud wrestling with my girlfriend my sophomore year in high school. she is married now and that is weird to me. i also shoved mud in her ear not thinking about making it sexy or whatever. my bad. i still think its funny.
I was crossing the street, I was on my way to get a bit to eat. The bus came out of nowhere, I walked infront of it and never saw the end of it. My legs won’t move. I am screwed.
i stood at the crossing, waiting for the light to turn. i could’ve easily traversed the street for there were no cars coming in either direction. but i waited. i don’t know why. it could’ve been respect for the law; good citizenship. but i think it was something else.
oh shit so one day i was thinking about stuff really deep… i dont know what i was trying to prove to myself. i just got extremely depressed and went into this trance or really deep train of thought. somehow everything just clicked… i had a moment of clarity
oh shit so one day i was thinking about stuff really deep… i dont know what i was trying to prove to myself. i just got extremely depressed and went into this trance or really deep train of thought. somehow everything just clicked… i had a moment of clarity
crossing the field I saw her, a shadow of mirage on the horizon. Turning around slowly, a tear streaking her cheek, lonely as a pebble on the beach. What did I do? Why?
one day i was crossing the street. i saw a little old man yelling at a dog on the curb. he was screaming and began to cry as the dog just sat there looking around, confused. i felt that this man was extremely out of line, yelling at this poor animal and making such a commotion about what seemed to be nothing. i crossed the street and asked the man what the problem was. he reacted towards me with the same amount of hostility as he did with the dog. i took a step back, inhaled a deep breath and again asked him what was the problem was. he said that he hated the dog and every other animal on the earth. he began ranting about how animals were pointless creatures and did nothing but drain the energy of hard working individuals around the world. I stood there, not nearly as blank as the dog, and listened. the man kept talking. he yelled, screamed, shook his fist and cried.
i’ve come to a crossing. Left, right, straight. Three directions, and all i want to do is go back. I want to stop time, close my eyes and pretend that it didn’t hurt. Pretend that i am worth more.
I looked at the railroads. I wondered how two trains would never come at once, how it could be so incredibly planned that they would never intersect. Is this how life is? Is it planned that we only meet at the crossing we are supposed to meet at? In the train yard or over at the end of the rail?
Braddock’s crossing of the Youghiogheny River was commemorated over the weekend. On June 29-30 1755, during the French and Indian War, Gen. Edward Braddock’s army crossed the Youghiogheny at Stewart’s Crossing, now Connellsville, PA.
i was crossing the street and went to the other side. the great beyond was waiting for me over there. it was wide and moist, as a sea of tenderness. pink flesh on the other side of the sea. she was waiting for me. i will always cross the crossing that awaits for me.
worlds, places, in betweens, demons, dragons, all that lies where no one has been. i am the crossing, i am the places that i wish to be, yet my waking world is crossed over and reversed, lacking in direction, lacking in meaning. simply lacking. crossing, it is what becomes of things when they become. cross with me. cross with me
When i think of crossing i think of death the beauty of it in all. The thought of flying away into a place that we only read about heaven. With my oppressed spirit finally free i can breathe… I am finally free.
crossing to a new place in life is a journey. Kind of like a doorway or a gateway to a new identity or existence. crossing implies change a beautiful and often resisted thing.
we are crossing our eyes and crossing our fingers and crossing our hearts. i will never forget you and please do send me empty picture-frames in the mail. this way we can replace our empty souls with images that are wrong and a memory of crossing our hearts and hoping to love.
Why did the chicken cross the street?
to get to the other side.
I once heard about a TV show called crossing Jordan, but I have no idea what it is about. It sounds like something about basketball and Michael Jordan.
So kreuzen sich die Wege. Ich komme von hier und du von dort. Wir treffen uns da und lachen zusammen. Du gehst nach hier ich geh nach dort. Wir gehen auseinander und weinen alleine.
railroad crossing. a place in your life where you decide to go a different way. when two peoples life intersect.
Crossing guards. Usually nerdy good doers who help you get to the other side of the street. Where are the crossing guards when you need them. Help
She was crossing the road before it happened. She never saw the bus coming. The one, single event that would change her life, like many other things in her life, had gone un noticed.
Would her parents even notice? She doubted it. Then again, the only thing she could think of were the two blaring headlights in her face.
crossing my heart as I tell you these words. But I am lying. They are only for your benefit. I say these words because they are what you want to hear. And the thought crosses my mind that it’s not what I want at all.
crossing my heart as I tell you these words. But I am lying. They are only for your benefit. I say these words because they are what you want to hear. And the thought crosses my mind that it’s not what I want at all.
crossing my heart as I tell you these words. But I am lying. They are only for your benefit. I say these words because they are what you want to hear. And the thought crosses my mind that it’s not what I want at all.
They cross every day in the street. Approach the crossing from different sides, smile as the light stays red. Green. They walk, a nod and smile to one another as they pass. Keep on walking, go through their day and live their lives. Every day waiting for the red green, red green, the moment they actually live.
little boy little boy slow down look both ways you’ll never know who’s path you’ll cross someday maybe while eating elbow macaroni you’ll see and tease me but i doubt that. dont look just go. but slow down if you feel liek letting go og me, and i promise that this will be the las of me. i’ll be 1 less diaster for you, and me.
Crossing paths on the railroad track, where the switches break and there’s no one in control. A God-less world where we pick out own paths, which way, which way would you go? I’m sure there would be well run paths, where the plants don’t grow and where you could follow others, but what would you do when you encountered the soul person who crossed the path you’re on and continued his own way?
crossing time and space was easy this monring with a little afternoon sunshine leftover from yestereve tucked in my pocket. it’s amazing the shades of understanding that come with the smell of fresh basil bathed in monring rain or the grounds of coffee scattered across my palm. the cat in the neighbor’s window seems to have it all figured out so perhaps I’ll while away some time playing that cradle game to net a few answers myself…
Crossing the roads of life….our paths intertwining, we collide. It was the luckiest collision in my life. I’ll always cherish that intersection.
I want to learn how to cross a river while cross dressing in the middle of a cross section of a plant. I am cross that I cant cross this cross section.
i went to a river crossing and i jumped into the river. i am wet now, and covered in mud. but its ok because the garden hose is not far away and it reminds me of the time i went mud wrestling with my girlfriend my sophomore year in high school. she is married now and that is weird to me. i also shoved mud in her ear not thinking about making it sexy or whatever. my bad. i still think its funny.
I was crossing the street, I was on my way to get a bit to eat. The bus came out of nowhere, I walked infront of it and never saw the end of it. My legs won’t move. I am screwed.
i stood at the crossing, waiting for the light to turn. i could’ve easily traversed the street for there were no cars coming in either direction. but i waited. i don’t know why. it could’ve been respect for the law; good citizenship. but i think it was something else.
The chicken’s body meets with the bumper of a truck. Blood everywhere. Feathers too. There’s probably more of those than blood.
oh shit so one day i was thinking about stuff really deep… i dont know what i was trying to prove to myself. i just got extremely depressed and went into this trance or really deep train of thought. somehow everything just clicked… i had a moment of clarity
A river, rocks beneath my feet…water splashes simultaneously. Flowing upstream against downstream rushes….lost in the rhythm of the
Water
how often do we touch the person crossing our path?
I think about railway crossings, then a bit about christ maybe… crossing is a weird word.
oh shit so one day i was thinking about stuff really deep… i dont know what i was trying to prove to myself. i just got extremely depressed and went into this trance or really deep train of thought. somehow everything just clicked… i had a moment of clarity
crossing the street
Crossing Jordan
Double crossing people
Hot cross buns
David Cross
Cross-eyed
crossing the lake in shadow
tiptoeing over my soul
what lies within to grab at my ankles
and pull me into that old aching thrall
crossing the field I saw her, a shadow of mirage on the horizon. Turning around slowly, a tear streaking her cheek, lonely as a pebble on the beach. What did I do? Why?
the crossing of my soul, my mind, and my heart is about to all combine into one and have a fabulous explosion.
zebra crossing
one day i was crossing the street. i saw a little old man yelling at a dog on the curb. he was screaming and began to cry as the dog just sat there looking around, confused. i felt that this man was extremely out of line, yelling at this poor animal and making such a commotion about what seemed to be nothing. i crossed the street and asked the man what the problem was. he reacted towards me with the same amount of hostility as he did with the dog. i took a step back, inhaled a deep breath and again asked him what was the problem was. he said that he hated the dog and every other animal on the earth. he began ranting about how animals were pointless creatures and did nothing but drain the energy of hard working individuals around the world. I stood there, not nearly as blank as the dog, and listened. the man kept talking. he yelled, screamed, shook his fist and cried.
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i’ve come to a crossing. Left, right, straight. Three directions, and all i want to do is go back. I want to stop time, close my eyes and pretend that it didn’t hurt. Pretend that i am worth more.
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OVER, UNDER, THROUGH THE WOODS, LIFE, AT TTHE SAME TIME. CROSSING THE WATER, THE BRIDGE. YOUR T’S AND I’S
I looked at the railroads. I wondered how two trains would never come at once, how it could be so incredibly planned that they would never intersect. Is this how life is? Is it planned that we only meet at the crossing we are supposed to meet at? In the train yard or over at the end of the rail?
Braddock’s crossing of the Youghiogheny River was commemorated over the weekend. On June 29-30 1755, during the French and Indian War, Gen. Edward Braddock’s army crossed the Youghiogheny at Stewart’s Crossing, now Connellsville, PA.
i was crossing the street and went to the other side. the great beyond was waiting for me over there. it was wide and moist, as a sea of tenderness. pink flesh on the other side of the sea. she was waiting for me. i will always cross the crossing that awaits for me.
worlds, places, in betweens, demons, dragons, all that lies where no one has been. i am the crossing, i am the places that i wish to be, yet my waking world is crossed over and reversed, lacking in direction, lacking in meaning. simply lacking. crossing, it is what becomes of things when they become. cross with me. cross with me
come on jesus, can’t you take a joke.
When i think of crossing i think of death the beauty of it in all. The thought of flying away into a place that we only read about heaven. With my oppressed spirit finally free i can breathe… I am finally free.
crossing to a new place in life is a journey. Kind of like a doorway or a gateway to a new identity or existence. crossing implies change a beautiful and often resisted thing.
we are crossing our eyes and crossing our fingers and crossing our hearts. i will never forget you and please do send me empty picture-frames in the mail. this way we can replace our empty souls with images that are wrong and a memory of crossing our hearts and hoping to love.
Why did the chicken cross the street?
to get to the other side.
I once heard about a TV show called crossing Jordan, but I have no idea what it is about. It sounds like something about basketball and Michael Jordan.