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rolling, taking me from here to there, unless they are flat, then i’m pissed. rubber and black. without them my car will not go, with them i can go anywhere, four on my car, two on my bike, i guess three will never do me any good.
By Casey on 11.06.2011
Tires spinning, slowly stopping. Not much life left, not much time.
By Devon URL on 11.06.2011
I had to flip tires at summer heat two years ago, and you were there. I still can’t believe you’re gone, dead, and I never even got to tell you how much I looked up to you. It seems dramatic. I know. Hell. It feels like a movie to me, too. Because things like this do not happen in real life. In real life the amazing girl doesn’t just die one day from some unknown heart condition leaving behind a scared little mouse of a girl who never got to tell the tragically and oh so irreversibly dead girl how much she looked up to her.
By Emma B. URL on 11.06.2011
I smelled rubber burning as the tires skidded, my car spinning in a half circle. I slammed my head against the window and saw stars. “What the hell was that!” I screeched.
By Hayley URL on 11.06.2011
I tire of repeating myself. There is more to me than my actions. Or my words. I am here, not to bring back a lost love, but to destroy that which took him away from me. If I cannot have him, neither can this world remember him. There is too much here that reminds me of him and I wish it all to end. To end and never again begin.
By Salaa'ut URL on 11.06.2011
Tires are very round and rubbery. They make me think of the word “tired” as in sleepiness, which is bad because I haven’t gotten very much sleep in the past week. Tires go round and round, kind of like hypnosis, so that also fits into the aspect of “tiredness,” although hypnosis can make person more things than just tired, like it can make you quack like duck.
By J. R. Tolkoon on 11.06.2011
driving…. driving….driving. Thump, wheeze. The car comes to a slow stop. You look around and find yourself in the middle of the desolate Arizona desert. “So,” you think “what do I do now?”
By Christiana on 11.06.2011
They are on cars and they have gotten people in trouble, they have helped to transfer us to different places. They were created many thousands of years ago…maybe hundreds. I really need to pay attention in US History.
By Paige on 11.06.2011
Wheels wheels wheels go round. Scary if floating in the middle of the street. Painful if thrown by a dinosaur. Screeching makes me happy
By Grace on 11.06.2011
the tires are rolling away from me
these tires are my friends.
they roll and roll away until i cannot see them
we’re all just tires.
By Karolina URL on 11.06.2011
There was a gunshot and tires screeched across the pavement as the car soared around the corner and out of sight. He knelt there, holding the limp girl in his arms, wondering if his whole world had just been taken from him or not. But he knew one thing for sure. It burned within him and set his soul on fire. They would pay for this. He would NOT let them get away.
By Paprika Blasto URL on 11.06.2011
He lost me. That low life took everything out of my car then ran like hell in the opposite direction. I saw a pile of tires. I pick out the smaller one, and lunged it at him. Though, as it wobbled lazily through the air, he managed to quickly climb over a tall chain-link fence and was gone forever…along with my winning lottery ticket!
By Oz Nolem URL on 11.06.2011
The fingers seemed to tire easily
first joints jostled for breath between clutches
then relaxed like a swallowed clam
We left her on the lobby.
the phone ringing, ignored
By gsk URL on 11.06.2011
Don’t you ever tire? Doesn’t he ever tire? I do. Even now, I have no strength left. How does he do it? How does he push himself beyond limits? How does he stand the pressure? I thought I could, but I can’t anymore. I never could. I’m not him. Aren’t you tired of convincing yourself that I am?
By Samana URL on 11.06.2011
man.. when i think about tires.. i just think about cars. its crazy, as we are sitting comfortable in the car, we dont even realize how much work our tires go through.. roadkill… dog shit.. the stuff they roll in, well heck, lets just give it up for our tires because we all know how fucking awesome they are… i love how they
By sophie on 11.06.2011
car bus train rubber metal round useful go bike burning
By rachel held URL on 11.06.2011
tires. they go round and round. i wonder if they get dizzy. that would be really cruel if we continued using them like that knowing that they did.
By Maryam on 11.06.2011
Spinning round and round, sometimes up, sometimes down
you try to get me along this road
But you can’t see what your doing.
you can’t handle the bumps and bruises.
you can’t handle my road
By Maia on 11.06.2011
The tires screeched on the pavement, as they tried to avoid hitting the child in its path. The driver had been sending a text, too careless to watch the road, and nearly took a small child’s life.
By Rose URL on 11.06.2011
the tire spun around and around and the little boy just sat watching. he wondered when it would stop spinning. what made it spin? was it gravity? or was it something else? was it some unknown force that no one knew about and he had just discovered?
By Rachel Held URL on 11.06.2011
Knobby bike tires on the paved bike path make a continuous hum that is hypnotic and comforting — audio feedback for the effort you are expending. Keep pedaling. You’re doing great.
By cheryl on 11.06.2011
cars have four tires and bikes have two but i prefer cars because they are safer and in a bike you usually get killed in a stupid accident.
By Hugo on 11.06.2011
Ullas kidneys were aching, her cheaks flapping and knees shaking. Mano the crossbreeded and fleecovered dog had similar problems as they together traveled on the road out of town. Rims but no tires will give you a bumpy ride.
By Becktor URL on 11.06.2011
tires of a car are round
By mariana on 11.06.2011
I don’t tire of people easily, my dear, and I’m beginning to worry that I will never tire of you. I’m not good at letting go and I’m not good at moving on and you have worked your way into be somehow. I’m fascinated. I really hope I’ll get the chance to learn more.
By Elizabeth on 11.06.2011
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By sandra on 11.06.2011
The old tires of my car lay absent minded in the frost. There will be no shelter for them, I no longer truly care for that which does not work.
By leah URL on 11.06.2011
By Fabric Spell in Ushe URL on 11.06.2011
Tires. The round, black, circles that fuel our world. For what would we do without tires? Where would we be? No where, because they get us where we need to go.
By Cody Castleberry on 11.06.2011
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