I really like trains. They kind of bounce around, but they get you places really quickly. If you think about it, it’s kind of amazing how much trains have developed over time. They went from steam engines with conductors to hovering over tracks with magnetics and robot conductors. they are incredibly fast and tons of people use them every day; they’re also eco-friendly!
the trains are coming down the track , brakes off , full of passengers , a head on is looming ,,,,,, screams come from passengers then bang!!!!!!!!!!!!! all are dead . the end.
Train to Europe, to France, to Italy, to all those wonderful places I have yet to go. To stamp my passport over and over again…and feel so liberated so inspired so free…
I jumped on the train. The ticket read: one way. nyc. There’s no going back, not just yet. The city will take me in, a new home for the time being. To clear my head.
I’m sitting on this train; the seat is old mohair, the waitress has a demure look upon her face as she offers me something to eat. I feel important in this worn red seat, in this car of a train, among people who are just like me, who all look like life has taken just a little too much out of them. Their faces pale, their eyes lack everything but apathy. No, there is plenty of that to go around. But the carved wood that frames the interior, and the smell that is stuck in the carpet, the smell of many thousand tired feet over many thousand miles, all eager to get to their destination, it all runs together and gives me pleasure, because while I don’t have any one destination in mind right now, I still feel important in an out-dated mode of transportation.
the train was traveling at 60mph down the tracks toward the cars they people didn’t know what to do but to panic they reached for their seat belts to release but the train was traveling too fast.
The train station is full of life, bustling with people who have places to go and things to do, coming alive with people who are coming home and embracing their loved ones. I take a seat on a slightly empty bench and let the tension that I have been carrying around fall from my shoulders. This is where I go to relax and to take a few minutes to breath. This is the place that keeps me from falling into the deepest pits of loneliness.
i am going to see this band in concert this weekend. how crazy is that? i hate real trains though. they are so damn loud. i used to live right beside a train track. it woke me up in the middle of the night. not fun. don’t get hit by a train either. that shit hurts.
the train of her wedding dress
was yards long.
i thought it’d swallow the ring bearer.
white lace and silk trailing
from the back pews of the church
to the fragile little shoulder blades.
The train left this morning. I didn’t try and stop it, I didn’t try and catch your hand as you bought your ticket and found your seat, I didn’t even wake up in time to see you off.
train was my favorite band in middle school. My first girlfriend (Kathleen) and I had our song, it was “Drops of Jupiter”. It’s interesting, out of all my girlfriends, she and I are the closest. I think when you are young, you aren’t so involved, so it’s easier to maintain a friendship.
it passes by,takes away the life I had before,when I see that I ‘m leaving the place where I was.I hate trains ,they make me think a lot,be depressed and smoke a lot.And all these people with angry and sad faces…I’m far from them now,I will not see them again.Just a random short conversation and that is it ….
long island railroad going to see my college boyfriend. drinking cheap beer till 4am and laughing until the sun comes up. freezing while sharing a smoke outside, making him give me his gloves and holding his hands so they don’t freeze
After hours spent in line I finally received my ticket. You were long gone, but I still pursued in vain. I carried myself proudly and boarded the train. As I walked the narrow corridor I saw my pale reflection in the trains window.
She is waiting to catch the next one. Wind whips her hair over her shoulder, the smell of her kiwi shampoo filling her own nose. As the last load of passengers leaves the car, she flips the long curls over her back and steps onto the metal monster.
I was riding on a train when I noticed that I was alone. Where were the people? Was I dreaming again? The smell of coal filled the air and I began to wonder if I should cut back on the before bed coffee. It must be real. I walked down the isle looking from side to side hoping that someone would suddenly appear and I wouldn’t feel the loneliness. I sat down in one of the seats; one that seemed to be the cleanest, and I stared out the window at what seemed to be bushes. It was hard to tell because the moonlight seemed to cast strange shadows, making them seem to be nothing more than ghastly shapes staring into the windows of the passing train. I slept. Was I dreaming?
Souji looked at the faces of his friends, waving jovially from the stop as his train pulled out of the station. He felt, for a moment, like he was leaving behind more than just friends – a part of himself would stay in Inaba, attached to what he’d done and the feelings he’d left behind, forever.
Heather stared down at the valley where the train would normally pass through. She had no other choice, no where else to go – she had to jump down and see where the tracks would take her… and although it didn’t seem like any trains were coming, she couldn’t help the sinking feeling in her stomach, or the echo of the whistle in her mind as she jumped.
It was an adventure, she told herself. The train pulled in and as she boarded she looked behind her at the tear stained faces, “I’ll be back, I promise.” she told them before giving a wave, forcing a smile and stepping into the train. She found her seat, and made sure she couldn’t see the people she was leaving behind.
Fighting LA
Unloading the first on the middle of the night in So.Pas
Glides silently on razor smooth tracks
accomplishment
50 year improvement
Changed my city forever for better
going somehwre. lost. best sleep ever. regular toc toc toc toc. russian country side. childhood souvenirs. sunburn, cant sleep on my back…no cant sleep in any position,Damn that estonian sun!my skin so fair.freckles showing up more and more
trip with sara, waiting 11 hours for another to pass us. singing choochoo and losing our minds, lots of sleep deprived laughter. going to chicago from small town michigan.
i wish i could go on a train to go see him right now. jk he lives closer to me than a train would take me so i don’t know why i just said that. maybe because i’m thinking about him right now. i guess that is kinda normal, but not, but still kinda. wahh, yay i get to see him tomorrow..eww i sound kinda desperate and kiddish.
she needs to escape from the life she lives so miserably every day. from the sadness and emptiness. from his eyes. those beautiful eyes that never saw her, never knew she watched him, needed him, loved him. she’ll be gone by morning. and he’ll never even know.
i have always wanted to take a train ride somewhere, to share a flask with someone and cuddle all the way there. not really sure where we are going, but going somewhere with some adventure at hand.
it’s like when you look out a window, and everything rushes by, and your eyes almost can’t catch it all. like when you tilt your head back and let your eyes meet the sky and realize how much bigger it is than you. like when you leave your shoes at the door and start down the sidewalks, not knowing quite where you’re going, but knowing it doesn’t matter, you’ll end up somewhere.
my traing of thought has become derailed, by the sixty seconds they give me….i hope i don’t fail, i can here the ticking seconds fleeing after me, but they slip out of my hand, they refuse to be entrapt by me, i can’;t brake this trap, it has me steaming mad, you see.
The train infront of her was her past,her life,and her future. She didn’t want to see what was to come of it. Who wants to know how their life’s going to end?
The train had pulled up, through the summer mist, into the old station. She didn’t hesitate when the doors opened, she launched herself onto the deck and took a seat. She saw him run after her but she had lost him in the sea of people. He looked around for her fantically, tugging nervously at his hair. She was breaking his heart…With a broken sob, she closed the blinds and put her face in her hands.
its like a moment that just won’t ever stop
its like I’m standing here and life goes by
and I don’t know which paths lead to you
so I stand,
silent,
and slightly skewed.
I really like trains. They kind of bounce around, but they get you places really quickly. If you think about it, it’s kind of amazing how much trains have developed over time. They went from steam engines with conductors to hovering over tracks with magnetics and robot conductors. they are incredibly fast and tons of people use them every day; they’re also eco-friendly!
i like trains
no i don’ t like them
i remember trains
i ve never been on to
and i remember trains you have talked to me about.
the trains are coming down the track , brakes off , full of passengers , a head on is looming ,,,,,, screams come from passengers then bang!!!!!!!!!!!!! all are dead . the end.
Train to Europe, to France, to Italy, to all those wonderful places I have yet to go. To stamp my passport over and over again…and feel so liberated so inspired so free…
Train pulls out of the station at 7:05 PM. Supposed to get to Boston at 11:22. And like that, he is taken away from me.
I jumped on the train. The ticket read: one way. nyc. There’s no going back, not just yet. The city will take me in, a new home for the time being. To clear my head.
I’m sitting on this train; the seat is old mohair, the waitress has a demure look upon her face as she offers me something to eat. I feel important in this worn red seat, in this car of a train, among people who are just like me, who all look like life has taken just a little too much out of them. Their faces pale, their eyes lack everything but apathy. No, there is plenty of that to go around. But the carved wood that frames the interior, and the smell that is stuck in the carpet, the smell of many thousand tired feet over many thousand miles, all eager to get to their destination, it all runs together and gives me pleasure, because while I don’t have any one destination in mind right now, I still feel important in an out-dated mode of transportation.
the train was traveling at 60mph down the tracks toward the cars they people didn’t know what to do but to panic they reached for their seat belts to release but the train was traveling too fast.
The train station is full of life, bustling with people who have places to go and things to do, coming alive with people who are coming home and embracing their loved ones. I take a seat on a slightly empty bench and let the tension that I have been carrying around fall from my shoulders. This is where I go to relax and to take a few minutes to breath. This is the place that keeps me from falling into the deepest pits of loneliness.
i am going to see this band in concert this weekend. how crazy is that? i hate real trains though. they are so damn loud. i used to live right beside a train track. it woke me up in the middle of the night. not fun. don’t get hit by a train either. that shit hurts.
the train of her wedding dress
was yards long.
i thought it’d swallow the ring bearer.
white lace and silk trailing
from the back pews of the church
to the fragile little shoulder blades.
The train left this morning. I didn’t try and stop it, I didn’t try and catch your hand as you bought your ticket and found your seat, I didn’t even wake up in time to see you off.
train was my favorite band in middle school. My first girlfriend (Kathleen) and I had our song, it was “Drops of Jupiter”. It’s interesting, out of all my girlfriends, she and I are the closest. I think when you are young, you aren’t so involved, so it’s easier to maintain a friendship.
it passes by,takes away the life I had before,when I see that I ‘m leaving the place where I was.I hate trains ,they make me think a lot,be depressed and smoke a lot.And all these people with angry and sad faces…I’m far from them now,I will not see them again.Just a random short conversation and that is it ….
long island railroad going to see my college boyfriend. drinking cheap beer till 4am and laughing until the sun comes up. freezing while sharing a smoke outside, making him give me his gloves and holding his hands so they don’t freeze
feels like I’m jumping toward the tracks. how long have I been walking on this path? whistle glare thunder screech and crash
The train takes you where you want to go. It may be late or may never come but it will always take me to you. <3
After hours spent in line I finally received my ticket. You were long gone, but I still pursued in vain. I carried myself proudly and boarded the train. As I walked the narrow corridor I saw my pale reflection in the trains window.
She is waiting to catch the next one. Wind whips her hair over her shoulder, the smell of her kiwi shampoo filling her own nose. As the last load of passengers leaves the car, she flips the long curls over her back and steps onto the metal monster.
I was riding on a train when I noticed that I was alone. Where were the people? Was I dreaming again? The smell of coal filled the air and I began to wonder if I should cut back on the before bed coffee. It must be real. I walked down the isle looking from side to side hoping that someone would suddenly appear and I wouldn’t feel the loneliness. I sat down in one of the seats; one that seemed to be the cleanest, and I stared out the window at what seemed to be bushes. It was hard to tell because the moonlight seemed to cast strange shadows, making them seem to be nothing more than ghastly shapes staring into the windows of the passing train. I slept. Was I dreaming?
i once rode a train from Chicago to Dallas with my grandfather when i was five years old. I’ll never forget those memories.
Souji looked at the faces of his friends, waving jovially from the stop as his train pulled out of the station. He felt, for a moment, like he was leaving behind more than just friends – a part of himself would stay in Inaba, attached to what he’d done and the feelings he’d left behind, forever.
Heather stared down at the valley where the train would normally pass through. She had no other choice, no where else to go – she had to jump down and see where the tracks would take her… and although it didn’t seem like any trains were coming, she couldn’t help the sinking feeling in her stomach, or the echo of the whistle in her mind as she jumped.
It was an adventure, she told herself. The train pulled in and as she boarded she looked behind her at the tear stained faces, “I’ll be back, I promise.” she told them before giving a wave, forcing a smile and stepping into the train. She found her seat, and made sure she couldn’t see the people she was leaving behind.
Fighting LA
Unloading the first on the middle of the night in So.Pas
Glides silently on razor smooth tracks
accomplishment
50 year improvement
Changed my city forever for better
A child loves his grandma. The toy will always be in my mind. I miss you grandma.
going somehwre. lost. best sleep ever. regular toc toc toc toc. russian country side. childhood souvenirs. sunburn, cant sleep on my back…no cant sleep in any position,Damn that estonian sun!my skin so fair.freckles showing up more and more
trip with sara, waiting 11 hours for another to pass us. singing choochoo and losing our minds, lots of sleep deprived laughter. going to chicago from small town michigan.
crushed somewhere in spain, the train carrying the prime minister was what everyone was talking about. WHose responisbility was the terrible act?
i wish i could go on a train to go see him right now. jk he lives closer to me than a train would take me so i don’t know why i just said that. maybe because i’m thinking about him right now. i guess that is kinda normal, but not, but still kinda. wahh, yay i get to see him tomorrow..eww i sound kinda desperate and kiddish.
clouds pass by, unaware of the mechanic lulling roar that fills my head. i wish i was with you.
she needs to escape from the life she lives so miserably every day. from the sadness and emptiness. from his eyes. those beautiful eyes that never saw her, never knew she watched him, needed him, loved him. she’ll be gone by morning. and he’ll never even know.
When we saw him, his ragged coat was caught in the doors of the train. he tugged on it as if his pride had fallen victim to the dust of the subway.
i have always wanted to take a train ride somewhere, to share a flask with someone and cuddle all the way there. not really sure where we are going, but going somewhere with some adventure at hand.
I’m sooo late.
it’s like when you look out a window, and everything rushes by, and your eyes almost can’t catch it all. like when you tilt your head back and let your eyes meet the sky and realize how much bigger it is than you. like when you leave your shoes at the door and start down the sidewalks, not knowing quite where you’re going, but knowing it doesn’t matter, you’ll end up somewhere.
it’s like sitting on a train.
my traing of thought has become derailed, by the sixty seconds they give me….i hope i don’t fail, i can here the ticking seconds fleeing after me, but they slip out of my hand, they refuse to be entrapt by me, i can’;t brake this trap, it has me steaming mad, you see.
The train infront of her was her past,her life,and her future. She didn’t want to see what was to come of it. Who wants to know how their life’s going to end?
The train had pulled up, through the summer mist, into the old station. She didn’t hesitate when the doors opened, she launched herself onto the deck and took a seat. She saw him run after her but she had lost him in the sea of people. He looked around for her fantically, tugging nervously at his hair. She was breaking his heart…With a broken sob, she closed the blinds and put her face in her hands.
its like a moment that just won’t ever stop
its like I’m standing here and life goes by
and I don’t know which paths lead to you
so I stand,
silent,
and slightly skewed.