the train stops at the station. Passengers get on, but more get off. As the train starts to speed away again, those that got off of the train travel up the steps; up to the streets of New York. The hustle and bustle of the city is much louder up here.
It was a slow progress, to move from one car to another. The whole machine, so quiet from inside, was a rattling mess that felt like it would give away at any second, throwing the passenger daring to pass between cars into the oblivion of blue sky that stretched over head. But forward was always the only route.
Went on the light rail a few times when I was in 4th grade with my best friend at the time, Megan Jensen. Forgot where we were going. I still remember the pictures. I miss my past. I miss being little.
I take the train to go there. Wherever I may go. I watch the rain as it splatters the windowpane and that when I think I know. I know wherever I’m going and whatever I may do, I know that where it takes me, brings me closer to you :)
There was a train that left the station yesterday at 5 o clock, on it was a girl. She had a hat, a smile and a suitcase. This was the start of something new!
Chase loved trains. He wanted to grow up to be a conductor. His room was filled with models and pictures, it was all his mom talked about. We went camping once and threw rocks in the river until dinner time. It’s funny, the things you remember about people, the pure innocence of a child wanting nothing more than to drive a train for the rest of his life. It’s comforting, and a bit sad. Eventually that little boy will grow up into a man and think that trains are stupid. By then I won’t know him at all, and the trains and the river will only be a memory to us.
The last time I rode a train I was traveling from Cardiff, Wales, to Newport.
I’ll never forget it; I was sitting in front of Sawyer, my two brass sparrows in my hand.
I fumbled over signing Paul’s birthday card, then passed it back to Sawyer who gave me a sympathetic smile (for my sickness, no doubt) and patted me on the head.
Wales.
Trains make me think of Wales.
Emily, Gordon, Edward, Henry, Mavis, Lady, Rosie, Diesel 10, Thomas.
They’re all very useful engines.
I miss my baby Kyrien.
choochhoo. i love taking the train, especially to nyc. i take it with my friends. it provides me a sensse of fressdome, where i can get up and just go, no one telling me know, when to get off. i can do what i want on it. i dont always have a destination, i can get on and get off where ever i please. i love the train, it provides me a quiet enviormen where i can think. the vibrations of teh train always relax me, the only bothersome thing is the constant flow of people getting on and off of it at each stop.
i used to go on train rides as a little kid with my mom. we’d just go round and round becuase kids rode for free. harry potter. scotland is a great place i like scotland. TRAINSSSSSSS. pancakes. sunday brunch. picniks. puppies
The steel interior shot out of the cargo bay, like a foot had stepped on a tube of paint. Coincidentally, this same interior fell several miles before it crushed a passing train transporting ammonia.
it reminds me of how my family and i went to the grand canyon and my mom always talks about that smile my dad has in the picture. I think of how erin and i want to drive the train back to california after we’re living together in ASU and we’re visiting for the breaks and summer. i also think of harry potter and how they take the train to hogwarts and now i can’t wait for the last harry potter to come out.
the train came by and i couldn’t even see you disappear. you left so quickly it was like i’m not even here. please don’t go just yet. take the next train. or just stay here. don’t ever leave. but it’s too late. you are already gone and i’m stuck in the smoke as you disappear in the distance.
when i was little i always loved the sound that trains made. in fact i didnt actually call them trains, i called them choo choo trains because thats what my mom called them. why did she do that? oh yea because thats the noise they make. wow childhood makes so much sense to me…..
A train is a speeding bullet that travels on tracks which causes a very irritable sound which to me is very annoying. Trains can also be annoying when they cause traffic because of the road crossing they do.
I don’t want to write about trains. I just wrote about a train, and that was rather difficult because I don’t particularly care for trains nor do i know much about them. I wrote about Casey Jones, shows how much i care. Jack Kerouac used to drive trains, he was a brakeman.
the lirr, sitting and listening to music, dirty, boring, money, pay, no driving , city, blue squishy seats or orange hard seats if your on the mta, pee on the floor, rats, rail people watching.
There was this one time when i was visiting Pakistan over summer where we went on a train ride for about 2 full days. It was horrible since while on the way there, their were many people laying on the tracks refusing to let us go.
its fast and takes you many places. it has many stopping points, and thousands of people get on it in a week. it makes getting places easy for many people who dont have cars.
I take trains all the time. I take the subway to get to school. Also i take the Metro North which is more of a commuter railway to go to the city sometimes. And then i take the subway from there. These trains dont make choo choo sounds though which isnt very fun.
the train goes fast as it carries people to florida. you can alse run a train on a whore. she likes it in the back. trains scare me. there are trains on dresses. mine did not have one. well it did a little one. ummmm yeah trains. trains always have graffitti on them. they go on a railroad. a train killed someone i went to highschool with. ahh theres a train!!!!!!!
The train of expletives that spewed from his mouth following sliced through me like a bread knife. Not smooth but jagged, each word taking its time to bestow upon me the hurt intended.
yesterday was a day of memories, decisions made while waiting for the train to pick up when one decision made affects the relationships around. Going backwards, like sitting backwards heading home though.
they are fast and vary in sizes and shapes. they can have many cars or only few and can also vary in color. they can be red , blue or green or black or yellow or pink or stripes. they can have symbols and different heights. they can go from having one train engine to many many more.
When i think of trains i think of old times and a deep annoyance. I hate going to valdosta and getting caught by a train. It takes forever and a day to go through. They always come unexpectedly. Like wtf. get a schedule.
And then I saw him. Sitting three rows up on the train. He looked so interesting and out of place, sitting in the train for London. Where was he from? Where was he headed?
Trains come and go as they please. Sometimes they break, get blown up, but for the most part they just keep going. They stop multiple times a day and meet many people. People who are in a hurry, people who slow down, people without a care in the world. Angry people, happy people, witty people.
i hate driving over train tracks, i always feel like my car is going to bottom out or that a train is going to come out of no where and kill me :( its a scary feeling.
Sonia was late for her plane. She stopped to attach the rollers to her high heeled shoes and zipped in and out around the various travelers. She swelled with pride as she cruised by the moving walkway. She deftly got past the ticket counter and amused travelers let her go in front of them at the security area. “Take off your shoes,” said the security officer.
As Sonia took off her shoes, the TSA inspector saw they were out of the ordinary. She was asked to step into the radiation machine, to which she complied. When they found the box stuffed into her bra, (which happened to be an iPod), they pulled her off to the side for an “enhanced pat-down.”
Sundry minutes of groping later, she was allowed to go, but she had already missed her flight back to Washington DC, and thus, she missed the Supreme Court hearing on reinterpretation of the 4th Amendment.
Train is till here for some reason, so I’ll just use another meaning. Like, train, train a dog. Our dogs never did many tricks. The trouble, really, with one of them dying is that saving her from our pool when she was a puppy was like the only good I ever did in the world. And now she’s gone, and me being good with it. Wow, I’m pretty fucking selfish, ain’t I?
The train lolled to a stop not 50 feet from us. I could feel Oddie frozen at my side; his hand squeezing my tiny one till it was white and my fingertips were purpling. Thick billowing smoke rose high into the air as doors of the train carts slid open, screeching angrily. A flood of a hundred, one-hundred-fifty, two hundred and counting soldier clad in black from head to toe spread out from the train like a nasty oil spill; they stretched and yawned and scratched their stomachs indignantly. Suddenly, I’m being yanked, and Oddie is running and dragging me from the train station with a look of utter terror on his face. I don’t understand it, but I don’t need to. I run with him.
train, an excess of people with and without destinations in mind. all in carriages bringing them to another mundane or exciting part of their day. excuse me ma’am, please do not push.
Choo!!! Choo!!! It’s coming my way. Not sure if I am going to take the ride just yet. I want to stay, but I know it will only cause heart ache in the end. I want him to love me, but I can’t make him if he doesn’t want to. So should I stay or should I go.
He walked out of the train, this wasn’t his stop. But, so were all the other stops on this train ride. He surveyed his surroundings. He had no place to go, but he was optimistic. He would just go wherever life chose to take him.
You sit silently, looking out at the nature your passing by, just thinking. About what, your never really sure, thoughts whiz through your head like the scenery you pass so suddenly. You know your final destination but one day you just want to get off at an unknown destination, try a new experience and not be you.
Train wreck. Trains wreck. I have never seen an actual train wreck. Misaki used to have to take the train every day to school. She didn’t mind it because then she got to listen to music or read her book. It was a space in time that she could fold in on herself, focus on nothing else that she had to do. After all, she COULD do nothing else; she was on a train. The only stressful thing was the possibility of missing a stop because she was so absorbed in whatever she was reading at the time.
She said she was pushed and I believe her.
the train stops at the station. Passengers get on, but more get off. As the train starts to speed away again, those that got off of the train travel up the steps; up to the streets of New York. The hustle and bustle of the city is much louder up here.
freight fast, out of control, cant stop.. think fast..aaaaaah crash fast, slow long loud.. station..
It was a slow progress, to move from one car to another. The whole machine, so quiet from inside, was a rattling mess that felt like it would give away at any second, throwing the passenger daring to pass between cars into the oblivion of blue sky that stretched over head. But forward was always the only route.
Went on the light rail a few times when I was in 4th grade with my best friend at the time, Megan Jensen. Forgot where we were going. I still remember the pictures. I miss my past. I miss being little.
I take the train to go there. Wherever I may go. I watch the rain as it splatters the windowpane and that when I think I know. I know wherever I’m going and whatever I may do, I know that where it takes me, brings me closer to you :)
There was a train that left the station yesterday at 5 o clock, on it was a girl. She had a hat, a smile and a suitcase. This was the start of something new!
Chase loved trains. He wanted to grow up to be a conductor. His room was filled with models and pictures, it was all his mom talked about. We went camping once and threw rocks in the river until dinner time. It’s funny, the things you remember about people, the pure innocence of a child wanting nothing more than to drive a train for the rest of his life. It’s comforting, and a bit sad. Eventually that little boy will grow up into a man and think that trains are stupid. By then I won’t know him at all, and the trains and the river will only be a memory to us.
The last time I rode a train I was traveling from Cardiff, Wales, to Newport.
I’ll never forget it; I was sitting in front of Sawyer, my two brass sparrows in my hand.
I fumbled over signing Paul’s birthday card, then passed it back to Sawyer who gave me a sympathetic smile (for my sickness, no doubt) and patted me on the head.
Wales.
Trains make me think of Wales.
Emily, Gordon, Edward, Henry, Mavis, Lady, Rosie, Diesel 10, Thomas.
They’re all very useful engines.
I miss my baby Kyrien.
my train of thought is like a speeding out of control locomotive…madly moving from on random thought to the next…my brain is a fertile ground
choochhoo. i love taking the train, especially to nyc. i take it with my friends. it provides me a sensse of fressdome, where i can get up and just go, no one telling me know, when to get off. i can do what i want on it. i dont always have a destination, i can get on and get off where ever i please. i love the train, it provides me a quiet enviormen where i can think. the vibrations of teh train always relax me, the only bothersome thing is the constant flow of people getting on and off of it at each stop.
i used to go on train rides as a little kid with my mom. we’d just go round and round becuase kids rode for free. harry potter. scotland is a great place i like scotland. TRAINSSSSSSS. pancakes. sunday brunch. picniks. puppies
The steel interior shot out of the cargo bay, like a foot had stepped on a tube of paint. Coincidentally, this same interior fell several miles before it crushed a passing train transporting ammonia.
Ammonia and Chalk.
it reminds me of how my family and i went to the grand canyon and my mom always talks about that smile my dad has in the picture. I think of how erin and i want to drive the train back to california after we’re living together in ASU and we’re visiting for the breaks and summer. i also think of harry potter and how they take the train to hogwarts and now i can’t wait for the last harry potter to come out.
the train came by and i couldn’t even see you disappear. you left so quickly it was like i’m not even here. please don’t go just yet. take the next train. or just stay here. don’t ever leave. but it’s too late. you are already gone and i’m stuck in the smoke as you disappear in the distance.
when i was little i always loved the sound that trains made. in fact i didnt actually call them trains, i called them choo choo trains because thats what my mom called them. why did she do that? oh yea because thats the noise they make. wow childhood makes so much sense to me…..
A train is a speeding bullet that travels on tracks which causes a very irritable sound which to me is very annoying. Trains can also be annoying when they cause traffic because of the road crossing they do.
I don’t want to write about trains. I just wrote about a train, and that was rather difficult because I don’t particularly care for trains nor do i know much about them. I wrote about Casey Jones, shows how much i care. Jack Kerouac used to drive trains, he was a brakeman.
the lirr, sitting and listening to music, dirty, boring, money, pay, no driving , city, blue squishy seats or orange hard seats if your on the mta, pee on the floor, rats, rail people watching.
There was this one time when i was visiting Pakistan over summer where we went on a train ride for about 2 full days. It was horrible since while on the way there, their were many people laying on the tracks refusing to let us go.
its fast and takes you many places. it has many stopping points, and thousands of people get on it in a week. it makes getting places easy for many people who dont have cars.
I take trains all the time. I take the subway to get to school. Also i take the Metro North which is more of a commuter railway to go to the city sometimes. And then i take the subway from there. These trains dont make choo choo sounds though which isnt very fun.
the train goes fast as it carries people to florida. you can alse run a train on a whore. she likes it in the back. trains scare me. there are trains on dresses. mine did not have one. well it did a little one. ummmm yeah trains. trains always have graffitti on them. they go on a railroad. a train killed someone i went to highschool with. ahh theres a train!!!!!!!
The train of expletives that spewed from his mouth following sliced through me like a bread knife. Not smooth but jagged, each word taking its time to bestow upon me the hurt intended.
yesterday was a day of memories, decisions made while waiting for the train to pick up when one decision made affects the relationships around. Going backwards, like sitting backwards heading home though.
something that moves very quickly, I was afraid of as a kid, large, moving, smoke frightening dreams that took me to sad place
they are fast and vary in sizes and shapes. they can have many cars or only few and can also vary in color. they can be red , blue or green or black or yellow or pink or stripes. they can have symbols and different heights. they can go from having one train engine to many many more.
When i think of trains i think of old times and a deep annoyance. I hate going to valdosta and getting caught by a train. It takes forever and a day to go through. They always come unexpectedly. Like wtf. get a schedule.
And then I saw him. Sitting three rows up on the train. He looked so interesting and out of place, sitting in the train for London. Where was he from? Where was he headed?
Trains come and go as they please. Sometimes they break, get blown up, but for the most part they just keep going. They stop multiple times a day and meet many people. People who are in a hurry, people who slow down, people without a care in the world. Angry people, happy people, witty people.
i hate driving over train tracks, i always feel like my car is going to bottom out or that a train is going to come out of no where and kill me :( its a scary feeling.
Sonia was late for her plane. She stopped to attach the rollers to her high heeled shoes and zipped in and out around the various travelers. She swelled with pride as she cruised by the moving walkway. She deftly got past the ticket counter and amused travelers let her go in front of them at the security area. “Take off your shoes,” said the security officer.
As Sonia took off her shoes, the TSA inspector saw they were out of the ordinary. She was asked to step into the radiation machine, to which she complied. When they found the box stuffed into her bra, (which happened to be an iPod), they pulled her off to the side for an “enhanced pat-down.”
Sundry minutes of groping later, she was allowed to go, but she had already missed her flight back to Washington DC, and thus, she missed the Supreme Court hearing on reinterpretation of the 4th Amendment.
Train is till here for some reason, so I’ll just use another meaning. Like, train, train a dog. Our dogs never did many tricks. The trouble, really, with one of them dying is that saving her from our pool when she was a puppy was like the only good I ever did in the world. And now she’s gone, and me being good with it. Wow, I’m pretty fucking selfish, ain’t I?
The train lolled to a stop not 50 feet from us. I could feel Oddie frozen at my side; his hand squeezing my tiny one till it was white and my fingertips were purpling. Thick billowing smoke rose high into the air as doors of the train carts slid open, screeching angrily. A flood of a hundred, one-hundred-fifty, two hundred and counting soldier clad in black from head to toe spread out from the train like a nasty oil spill; they stretched and yawned and scratched their stomachs indignantly. Suddenly, I’m being yanked, and Oddie is running and dragging me from the train station with a look of utter terror on his face. I don’t understand it, but I don’t need to. I run with him.
train, an excess of people with and without destinations in mind. all in carriages bringing them to another mundane or exciting part of their day. excuse me ma’am, please do not push.
Choo!!! Choo!!! It’s coming my way. Not sure if I am going to take the ride just yet. I want to stay, but I know it will only cause heart ache in the end. I want him to love me, but I can’t make him if he doesn’t want to. So should I stay or should I go.
He walked out of the train, this wasn’t his stop. But, so were all the other stops on this train ride. He surveyed his surroundings. He had no place to go, but he was optimistic. He would just go wherever life chose to take him.
You sit silently, looking out at the nature your passing by, just thinking. About what, your never really sure, thoughts whiz through your head like the scenery you pass so suddenly. You know your final destination but one day you just want to get off at an unknown destination, try a new experience and not be you.
Train wreck. Trains wreck. I have never seen an actual train wreck. Misaki used to have to take the train every day to school. She didn’t mind it because then she got to listen to music or read her book. It was a space in time that she could fold in on herself, focus on nothing else that she had to do. After all, she COULD do nothing else; she was on a train. The only stressful thing was the possibility of missing a stop because she was so absorbed in whatever she was reading at the time.