Walking down the road there was a clown with a sign that read ‘detour’ and on the sign also pointed an arrow to the left. Not thinking I veered the car to the left, only to find that there was no clown, no sign and no detour at all; there was only a surprised looking man with a concealed magnum gun with ill intentions.
going to a different place and trying to get away form something or maybe trying to see something diferent than you are used to finding a new love or new thing to be excited about a long trip and a long jorney into the new exciting what else shoudl i write baout i dont really know detour a fork in the road and that is about it
The detour made all the difference…I had been moving towards the dream and then found myself lost in dayliness. I again need to find the heart of hope.
the road stopped and big orange signs were in it’s place. i drove around them and continued down the broken road, my tires sinking deep in the cracks and the bottom of the car scraping agains the fragments of pavement that were left. little rivers were filling in the gaps between dirt and rock, hard and soft, right and wrong.
i wonder about this way.
i wonder about last way.
i wonder about new ways.
i wonder about right ways.
i wonder about ends.
i wonder about beginnings.
i wonder about You,
but more about losing.
i wonder about this way.
i wonder about us.
i wonder if i can keep you.
because i only want this way,
if this way means Us.
I couldn’t go the way that I wanted. At least not today. The sea of orange cones, and the glowing in headlights sign told me so. Sometimes I wish that it were that easy with life, a sign to say, not this way. Try something else.
Take a left. Always go left. Not politically particularly, but the connotations of right are just not so good. Where did you mean to go? Well this word is the reason you exist, use it wisely and smell the outcome.
detours in life…do I have them? Do I recognize one when it comes? Is a life detour good, or bad? We associate them usually with road construction. So if someone is working on our life to make it better…a detour is incredibly good. Goof for not just me, but..everyone.
“why the hell did you make that right?”
the harpy next to Jim wailed. Soon Jim found himself in one of his bouts of homicidal rage. he wouldn’t act on it, but now, more then ever, he wanted to kill Jill. his hands tightening on the steering wheel.
I love unintentional detours. Some people call them “losing yourself in the middle of somewhere you don’t want to be”, but normally, those are the kinds of people who spend most of their time on their Blackberries anyway.
I took a detour on the way to Vancouver and by the end of my scheduled vacation i never ended up making it there. Instead I ran into my birth mother and i spent an entire week with her getting to know her and learning how i acquired some of the annoying traits that i Have. It was the best time I have ever had and i wonder what will happen on my next vacation.
Sometimes during life we come to a cross road. There are two signs, one reading “Continue” and one reading “Detour”. Which to take? We don’t always know, but whichever one is chosen – just don’t look back.
To find a route around somewhere, a road to follow to get to the place you want to end up at. The path you wanted to use isn’t available, it’s full of sheep or flooded or a spaceship is using it as a parking space, so go a different way.
Its something that you do to get around something else. It’s a something set up by others and it’s something my mother needs to shut the fuck up about… I hate that I can’t even have 60 seconds to write about a word without her screaming at me from the other room.
I feel like my whole damn life has been a detour. I’ve had goals, but every time I get started working on reaching one of them, something happens. Illness, children, divorce. But now that I’m looking back, some of the best things in my life have happened when I wasn’t working toward something. Wellness, children, fresh beginnings. I don’t know. Maybe the detours were the point all along.
We run into concepts that force us to make decisions almost instantaneously, however how can we move away from that? Taking a detour from life seems just about right.
No one really knows what road to veer away from.
And since there are so many distractions there is no way to stay away from detours.
Not to say that there’s a one right path but there are very many ways to steer away from what you want to be or achieve.
We just started our road trip and we hit our first detour. At the time we were full of anger and frustration for the delay. But in the end, it didn’t really matter.
What’s more to think? I have to talk like a man, when in reality I’m just a boy on a different path than what I should have taken. Love has left me broken. The world has led me astray. I’m just lost at the moment. I live to be lost.
I had to take a detour and I found one of the most beautiful drives I’ve ever been on. I’ve lived in this county my entire life and never knew it was there. Barely paved, great old trees lining the road. Open fields behind them. I could not have been happier in my robin’s egg blue convertible and my loyal dog J.
around, options, choices, we detoured for around an hour, he gave me the option, the choice, i said yes, we went the other way, it was a longer way, i like the long way, we nev
had I any idea what was ahead of me, I think not. wherever we were going it was going to be an adventure that was for sure. I just better make sure I go to the toilet before hand
i think of roads. and a detour in life mostly. the road by my house has a detour right now which makes driving my friend coco home more difficult. normally the street goes straight to her house but now we have to go all the way around and it’s really detrimental. her and i are fighting right now. i don’t know if i can still be friends with someone who acts like baby
omg the detours we took in italy were crazy! we took winding roads all around, and at one point we ended back where we had started ten minutes earlier! it was quite funny, but I’m sure it wouldn’t have been quite so funny had I been driving.
dire and direct
there stands a sign
on it’s own
with nothing to help it by
it points with an arrow
sharp as cupid’s bow,
this way, it says
please don’t wait,
come home.
And so we’ll do as the Romans do,
Heaven can wait,
I’m on a detour with you.
There was a detour off of the highway that he was sure no one else knew about. If they did, they didn’t use it often, for the weeds grew all over the road that was treacherously broken up into big uneven slabs on concrete. He parked his car behind a copse of trees some yards away and walked to the broken down road, hopping from slab to slab.
Last week, my friend Armand and I went to the park. He said he had looked up better directions than the ones I had come up with. It took us 3 times as long to get there.
I was pissed. Because I decided to not piss him off, it took us forever to get to the park.
Well I’ve got a load of things on my mind about detours. Y’know detours in life, on the road. Relationships have many detours. You’re on the road of whatever, may it be romance or friendship, and you end up having to come to a detour because the way you want to go is full out blocked. Such as you liking a boy or a girl and it ending up as them wanting to be “Just friends”.
It’s just another way to get away
that look in your eyes
“I’m sorry, I have to go”
no, no they don’t need you.
It’s you, I’s your excuse.
It’s just another detour.
And you have too many.
Asphalt twists into Y’s and X’s,
showing me only paths that I cannot see.
One to eternal misery
one to everlasting sadness.
Not much difference,
but any similarities,
are negligible…
tyhere is a detour road near my house. it’s where pat lives. detours can make you have to turn around a whole lot. like the one on legore bridge on the way to tylers to get katie. pretty cool. i like meow meowmeow. cotton mouth sucks. meow.
Walking down the road there was a clown with a sign that read ‘detour’ and on the sign also pointed an arrow to the left. Not thinking I veered the car to the left, only to find that there was no clown, no sign and no detour at all; there was only a surprised looking man with a concealed magnum gun with ill intentions.
going to a different place and trying to get away form something or maybe trying to see something diferent than you are used to finding a new love or new thing to be excited about a long trip and a long jorney into the new exciting what else shoudl i write baout i dont really know detour a fork in the road and that is about it
The detour made all the difference…I had been moving towards the dream and then found myself lost in dayliness. I again need to find the heart of hope.
detour tourde touring through outer space. tour de france. bicycle racing. touring bands
the road stopped and big orange signs were in it’s place. i drove around them and continued down the broken road, my tires sinking deep in the cracks and the bottom of the car scraping agains the fragments of pavement that were left. little rivers were filling in the gaps between dirt and rock, hard and soft, right and wrong.
i wonder about this way.
i wonder about last way.
i wonder about new ways.
i wonder about right ways.
i wonder about ends.
i wonder about beginnings.
i wonder about You,
but more about losing.
i wonder about this way.
i wonder about us.
i wonder if i can keep you.
because i only want this way,
if this way means Us.
I couldn’t go the way that I wanted. At least not today. The sea of orange cones, and the glowing in headlights sign told me so. Sometimes I wish that it were that easy with life, a sign to say, not this way. Try something else.
Take a left. Always go left. Not politically particularly, but the connotations of right are just not so good. Where did you mean to go? Well this word is the reason you exist, use it wisely and smell the outcome.
detours in life…do I have them? Do I recognize one when it comes? Is a life detour good, or bad? We associate them usually with road construction. So if someone is working on our life to make it better…a detour is incredibly good. Goof for not just me, but..everyone.
“why the hell did you make that right?”
the harpy next to Jim wailed. Soon Jim found himself in one of his bouts of homicidal rage. he wouldn’t act on it, but now, more then ever, he wanted to kill Jill. his hands tightening on the steering wheel.
I love unintentional detours. Some people call them “losing yourself in the middle of somewhere you don’t want to be”, but normally, those are the kinds of people who spend most of their time on their Blackberries anyway.
I took a detour on the way to Vancouver and by the end of my scheduled vacation i never ended up making it there. Instead I ran into my birth mother and i spent an entire week with her getting to know her and learning how i acquired some of the annoying traits that i Have. It was the best time I have ever had and i wonder what will happen on my next vacation.
Sometimes during life we come to a cross road. There are two signs, one reading “Continue” and one reading “Detour”. Which to take? We don’t always know, but whichever one is chosen – just don’t look back.
To find a route around somewhere, a road to follow to get to the place you want to end up at. The path you wanted to use isn’t available, it’s full of sheep or flooded or a spaceship is using it as a parking space, so go a different way.
Its something that you do to get around something else. It’s a something set up by others and it’s something my mother needs to shut the fuck up about… I hate that I can’t even have 60 seconds to write about a word without her screaming at me from the other room.
I feel like my whole damn life has been a detour. I’ve had goals, but every time I get started working on reaching one of them, something happens. Illness, children, divorce. But now that I’m looking back, some of the best things in my life have happened when I wasn’t working toward something. Wellness, children, fresh beginnings. I don’t know. Maybe the detours were the point all along.
We run into concepts that force us to make decisions almost instantaneously, however how can we move away from that? Taking a detour from life seems just about right.
No one really knows what road to veer away from.
And since there are so many distractions there is no way to stay away from detours.
Not to say that there’s a one right path but there are very many ways to steer away from what you want to be or achieve.
We just started our road trip and we hit our first detour. At the time we were full of anger and frustration for the delay. But in the end, it didn’t really matter.
Another turning point. Another fork in the road. Forces you to choose a different path.
When you stray from a given path in order to visit another place.
detours are annoying and time consuming.
What’s more to think? I have to talk like a man, when in reality I’m just a boy on a different path than what I should have taken. Love has left me broken. The world has led me astray. I’m just lost at the moment. I live to be lost.
I had to take a detour and I found one of the most beautiful drives I’ve ever been on. I’ve lived in this county my entire life and never knew it was there. Barely paved, great old trees lining the road. Open fields behind them. I could not have been happier in my robin’s egg blue convertible and my loyal dog J.
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i hate them.
detour, detour, i have no thoughts about this word
around, options, choices, we detoured for around an hour, he gave me the option, the choice, i said yes, we went the other way, it was a longer way, i like the long way, we nev
had I any idea what was ahead of me, I think not. wherever we were going it was going to be an adventure that was for sure. I just better make sure I go to the toilet before hand
i think of roads. and a detour in life mostly. the road by my house has a detour right now which makes driving my friend coco home more difficult. normally the street goes straight to her house but now we have to go all the way around and it’s really detrimental. her and i are fighting right now. i don’t know if i can still be friends with someone who acts like baby
omg the detours we took in italy were crazy! we took winding roads all around, and at one point we ended back where we had started ten minutes earlier! it was quite funny, but I’m sure it wouldn’t have been quite so funny had I been driving.
dire and direct
there stands a sign
on it’s own
with nothing to help it by
it points with an arrow
sharp as cupid’s bow,
this way, it says
please don’t wait,
come home.
And so we’ll do as the Romans do,
Heaven can wait,
I’m on a detour with you.
Life’s detours. Consantly veering off the path, in whatever direction is available. No matter what, you go. You don’t hesitate. Just go.
There was a detour off of the highway that he was sure no one else knew about. If they did, they didn’t use it often, for the weeds grew all over the road that was treacherously broken up into big uneven slabs on concrete. He parked his car behind a copse of trees some yards away and walked to the broken down road, hopping from slab to slab.
Last week, my friend Armand and I went to the park. He said he had looked up better directions than the ones I had come up with. It took us 3 times as long to get there.
I was pissed. Because I decided to not piss him off, it took us forever to get to the park.
The way you don’t want to go but you do full of hope and fear and when you have finished you are glad you did!
Well I’ve got a load of things on my mind about detours. Y’know detours in life, on the road. Relationships have many detours. You’re on the road of whatever, may it be romance or friendship, and you end up having to come to a detour because the way you want to go is full out blocked. Such as you liking a boy or a girl and it ending up as them wanting to be “Just friends”.
It’s just another way to get away
that look in your eyes
“I’m sorry, I have to go”
no, no they don’t need you.
It’s you, I’s your excuse.
It’s just another detour.
And you have too many.
Asphalt twists into Y’s and X’s,
showing me only paths that I cannot see.
One to eternal misery
one to everlasting sadness.
Not much difference,
but any similarities,
are negligible…
tyhere is a detour road near my house. it’s where pat lives. detours can make you have to turn around a whole lot. like the one on legore bridge on the way to tylers to get katie. pretty cool. i like meow meowmeow. cotton mouth sucks. meow.