Traffic Writing
13 creative works found
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penis envy, warning...explicit, foul language...
by Butterflies And Bulletsi wanna be a fuckin man for 1 day. seriously. just one day then i would like to get right back to bein a chick. for many reasons really, ...
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have you noticed
by ENaLuand have you noticed that we all have to multi task now. I mean when was the last time you saw someone doing one thing, one activity all …
this is what generally runs through my head moment to moment / during an ordinary day. mostly I am baffled by what human beings do / especially the way they over complicate the simplest thing. today driving in traffic I wondered what track each pedestrian was listening to on their ipods / I am stunned how unperturbed they are with what is going on around them, I guess if your gonna get squashed in traffic it helps to have your own personal soundtrack…..made me wonder what mine would be??? but i guess I digress
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Trucker's Concerto
by joolie1He enjoyed listening to the traffic. It was like music; each vehicle with it own, individual pitch, harmonizing with others to produce an…
The came to me one night as I waited for the traffic light to release me from the off-ramp. I was struck by the myriad of unique sounds of the traffic racing past on the highway.
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Ode to the Corporate Eddy
by Brett FosterFrom a collection of poems I wrote for a mens health magazine when they were featuring mid-life depression: Hark! / Can you hear his …
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Give, Get, Receive, Reciprocate
by Stephen MitchellGiving more than we have, more than we can afford, whilst still retaining our integrity and dignity.
Another article that was born from a lengthy-comment…
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"In the Moment"
by claytonTAll I did was change lanes- and there she was. I pulled to the stoplight and made a quick glance to my left. She was looking to her righ…
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Life at the traffic lights
by Julianne GoepfertStanding at the traffic lights waiting patiently / As people pass me by walking straight ahead of me / Something’s missing, but no one else…
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Los Angeles....
by montdragonLos Angeles…sleek and shabby chic the car is your avatar..
I have been thinking of taking a little trip back to my hometown L.A. a wicked wickedly wonderful city, I love that city, easier said than done and not very far from where I live now San Diego, California. I have spent a lot of time working and traveling and living in other American cities all of them having a “something” about them but they ain’t L.A. I have been fortunate to see and visit some of the great cities of the world, my rumination is about American cities that I love literally, and our cities are still very young compared to the cities of the world. If you have ever thought of visiting Los Angles you will either love her or hate her, no two ways about it. It is worth the trip and California is a nation unto itself….I say that because I am a California.
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Bathroom Traffic at the Edge of Loneliness
by hudson roperNurse Jones, why won’t you just leave me alone?
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From Rush Hour With Love
by Andy BuclawIt’s a wonder why people drive cars into this traffic.
The story of the final moments of a suicide bomber’s life.
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traffic light poetry
by nameofagirland then, with my face pressed into the carpet / and my tears floating dog hairs / then there was God. with his grace. And his love. / an…
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city day poem
by H J Higginsa strong chill of feeling slides / through bones and life seems / describable somehow
Sometimes sitting in traffic in the middle of the city on a summer day feels like a natural experience.
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