I was riding on the metro when all of the sudden a gigantic kangaroo lept out in front of me. He was wearing bright red boxing gloves and had a mischevious smirk plastered on his furry, condescending face. I quickly grounded myself
The stinky, prudent, disgusting, yet utterly glorious metro train. The best way from here to there, in my opinion. Being surrounded by strangers in the middle of the rush.
metro. walking along with people all around you and still feeling alone. walking through this wonderful place to live where so many are yet still unhappy. in a country designed for cars, in a place meant for wheels, walking along all by my lonesome is still a wonderful feeling.
new york
the first
subways underground cities
tickets
the metro card
tickets
to anywhere
because each stop is its own world
its own life
its own people
so grab a card and slice it in to.
go;
(the story does not end there)
When I walked into the metro, I sat there and I waited. I didn’t know why I had come or where I was headed, I only knew that at that moment I was meant to be there. I sat down, waiting for the first train to take me away.
This is the true cost of a home in the suburbs. He wakes up at five in the morning, so he can be ready to leave at six, so he can spend two and a half hours in traffic to arrive at work on time.
Grumbling stomach and jangling tail
the dragon breathes in and out
exhaling your turning pages of magazines
your ringtones of chirps and tweets
and messages Important! Don’t Forget!
I tried to sleep. The dragon lulled.
But you’re constant nudging in my ribs
interferred.
We took the metro downtown because that was the fastest. It was safe, and we knew where we were going. The problem was that, today, it wasn’t safe. Today there was a bad person on it who wanted to do bad things. We took the metro downtown but we didn’t know that we would die. We didn’t want to die.
The metro, short for metropolis, is that big concrete jungle where we pass our fellow man without a word of greeting day in day out. Strangers passing each other along the way without connect until…. tragedy strikes.. …towers crumble and fall a bomb or two explode at the finish line then and only then do we come together for a brief moment in time.
I’m riding on the train to see a friend. It’s been a long time, but I know the minute I see her time will stand still and we will be all caught up. There is a warp in the space-time-continum.
take me places, wherever you want – as far away but also take me back, it’s safe and you know where you are going. go fast, don’t be afraid of the dark. we’ll see the light again soon. let’s go.
There was this guy in middle school who i dated that told me he was metro. I didn’t really know what that meant but he explained it to me and it just seemed like he wanted attention. It only lasted two weeks.
I got on at the metro station. The train pulled away slowly from the solitary streetlight, casting a soft glow on the snowflakes as they fell towards the ground. I felt the crisp breeze blowing through my hair.
It was a rainy day and the detective was soaked when he stumbled down into the metro station. The station had been abandoned for years. It was dark and damp, and the detective had a horrible feeling about what lurked in the shadows.
The metro system is good in so many ways. For waiting for it, and for thinking. Thinking and sitting there waiting for something, some thought to help you. Something that you can hold on too. Some person who can help. And as the train comes, I step on, wishing for relief instead of hell.
The metro man is not attractive. It is the opposite of natural. It goes against the core of who and what we really are. Vanity is attachment to one’s physical self, which is a false identity.
it was quiet on the metro aside from the recurring drone of wheels on track. the even inervals of sound and slight jostling was almost theraputic. it could lull you to sleep under the right circumstances. above all, late at night when all the world is chaotic, it offers peacefull escape of monotany; a retreat of simplicity.
Metro station’s are very busy, they are most common in cities such as New york, San fransisco, ect. It is a very fast train in which you travel at high speeds towards a certain destination. it is a very helpful and great
buses are a fantatisc way of transportation and so are trains, in washington dc the metro system is very good and very clean and cheap way of transportation. Here in michigan we don’t have a metro sytem in stead there is a people mover in dowtown detroit. Metrot is the city that I live in canton which is part of metro detroit.
I took the metro to work. It was going to be a very busy day. Several clients had already called me, on my personal phone no less! I hate when clients disturb me when I’m at home or otherwise. They act as if I don’t have my own personal life problems to deal with and they expect me to solve theirs instead.
I see you
i can’t stand you
thick, folded, spouting lies
hypocrisy
you lie
but i love you,
delicious, i snatch you and bite you with my teeth
paper fills my mouth,
reminds me of you,
when i was filled with you
She stepped out onto the sidewalk, having taken the metro train in from the suburbs. He said he’d meet her at that little coffee bar. He said to come, and they’d talk. For the first time in months, he wanted to talk, and she wasn’t going to miss out on getting some answers.
metro? what does this word mean again.i definitely forgot. I kinda wanna go on Google and look it up really quick but time isn’t a luxury that i have. I’m going on 30 seconds now and i keep making typos because my space bar is acting funny ever since i tried to clean it. I think i may have broken it.
paper, news, it’s on the train, i turn the page, i see you, i see your face
it’s not you
who’s that hiding beind the metro?
it’s not you
who’s blue eye is staring out of the metro
it’s not you,
i miss you
i miss your words, so neat and ordered on the page,
it’s never you
you’re never on the metro anymore
Every time I take the metro, a line from Whitman’s “Leaves of Grass” comes to mind: “Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?”
our transportation system in la which is ever improving allows citizens of the city to venture to more distant parts that were previously less accessible. unlike other cities, the generality of la’s metro takes you areas and it us up to us to to discover our destination from there.
i rode the subway in washington dc over the summer. comng from ny it wasnt my first venture into a subway system, but i was amazed with how clean the whole system was. and on top of that you could also get cell service.
I took the metro down to the city center. It wasn’t at all like I expected. There were no bums, no prostitutes, no XXX theatres…hell, I couldn’t even find a butt to re-smoke.
It was a typical Wednesday morning really; queue me riding the metro, my hand wrapped tight around a blindingly yellow safety rail and my thoughts on things far detached than the familiar shriek of wheels grinding against the rails. It was the last place I’d expected and yet it was then, there, that I found HER.
That’s the way for my people; all it takes is one glance, just one, and you know that’s the one you’re supposed to spend your forever with; you know they’re your ONE.
And, goddess, was she ever my one.
train
fast
retro
old
life in a metro
metro card that people use in to get in the subways
the old fashion way
old trains
fast bullet trains
go faster than sound
china
japan
asian countries
they make them
Chile if this Metro is late one more time I don’t know what I’ll do with myself. I mean, I’ve got places to be and things to do and I can’t do any of it just standing here like a dummy. Of course I’m a dummy because if I was smart, I’d have a car. And a better job. And a house. And I’d still be married. But, I’m none of those things I’m just standing here, waiting on the stupid Metro.
In the metropolis of Uod, there are the large mushroom-like things that act as skyscrapers. The scaly skin of the mushrooms have greater efficiency and durability than any sort of metal alloy humans can think of, protecting the schools and businesses from the elements.
The metro is the place to be if you want to explore all the differentialities of the human face. It’s overly crowded and the massive sensation from all the external signals creates a Tango, a bugg or a foxtrot on each and every ones faces.
I really like the metro systems in DC and San Francisco. I do wish we would get a system like that here in Texas, but I just don’t see that happening in the near future. First off, the people in charge can’t seem to wrap their heads around public transport and secondly, our cities are far too spread out to the metro system to be initially effective.
riding, straight up flying
on the metro, wanna let go
of my fears, my hate, my conscious mind
just wanna leave them here
on the seat behind
I was riding on the metro when all of the sudden a gigantic kangaroo lept out in front of me. He was wearing bright red boxing gloves and had a mischevious smirk plastered on his furry, condescending face. I quickly grounded myself
jam people smell train ride dirty closed long suitcase
The stinky, prudent, disgusting, yet utterly glorious metro train. The best way from here to there, in my opinion. Being surrounded by strangers in the middle of the rush.
metro. walking along with people all around you and still feeling alone. walking through this wonderful place to live where so many are yet still unhappy. in a country designed for cars, in a place meant for wheels, walking along all by my lonesome is still a wonderful feeling.
new york
the first
subways underground cities
tickets
the metro card
tickets
to anywhere
because each stop is its own world
its own life
its own people
so grab a card and slice it in to.
go;
(the story does not end there)
When I walked into the metro, I sat there and I waited. I didn’t know why I had come or where I was headed, I only knew that at that moment I was meant to be there. I sat down, waiting for the first train to take me away.
This is the true cost of a home in the suburbs. He wakes up at five in the morning, so he can be ready to leave at six, so he can spend two and a half hours in traffic to arrive at work on time.
Grumbling stomach and jangling tail
the dragon breathes in and out
exhaling your turning pages of magazines
your ringtones of chirps and tweets
and messages Important! Don’t Forget!
I tried to sleep. The dragon lulled.
But you’re constant nudging in my ribs
interferred.
We took the metro downtown because that was the fastest. It was safe, and we knew where we were going. The problem was that, today, it wasn’t safe. Today there was a bad person on it who wanted to do bad things. We took the metro downtown but we didn’t know that we would die. We didn’t want to die.
The metro, short for metropolis, is that big concrete jungle where we pass our fellow man without a word of greeting day in day out. Strangers passing each other along the way without connect until…. tragedy strikes.. …towers crumble and fall a bomb or two explode at the finish line then and only then do we come together for a brief moment in time.
I’m riding on the train to see a friend. It’s been a long time, but I know the minute I see her time will stand still and we will be all caught up. There is a warp in the space-time-continum.
take me places, wherever you want – as far away but also take me back, it’s safe and you know where you are going. go fast, don’t be afraid of the dark. we’ll see the light again soon. let’s go.
There was this guy in middle school who i dated that told me he was metro. I didn’t really know what that meant but he explained it to me and it just seemed like he wanted attention. It only lasted two weeks.
I got on at the metro station. The train pulled away slowly from the solitary streetlight, casting a soft glow on the snowflakes as they fell towards the ground. I felt the crisp breeze blowing through my hair.
It was a rainy day and the detective was soaked when he stumbled down into the metro station. The station had been abandoned for years. It was dark and damp, and the detective had a horrible feeling about what lurked in the shadows.
The metro system is good in so many ways. For waiting for it, and for thinking. Thinking and sitting there waiting for something, some thought to help you. Something that you can hold on too. Some person who can help. And as the train comes, I step on, wishing for relief instead of hell.
The metro man is not attractive. It is the opposite of natural. It goes against the core of who and what we really are. Vanity is attachment to one’s physical self, which is a false identity.
Massen-
erdrückende Enge.
Eine Auswahl
zu groß
it was quiet on the metro aside from the recurring drone of wheels on track. the even inervals of sound and slight jostling was almost theraputic. it could lull you to sleep under the right circumstances. above all, late at night when all the world is chaotic, it offers peacefull escape of monotany; a retreat of simplicity.
I have a metro card that I use every Saturday :D
The doors slide closed
Shutting off the outside world
Letting those inside
Live in a world of their own
Metro station’s are very busy, they are most common in cities such as New york, San fransisco, ect. It is a very fast train in which you travel at high speeds towards a certain destination. it is a very helpful and great
buses are a fantatisc way of transportation and so are trains, in washington dc the metro system is very good and very clean and cheap way of transportation. Here in michigan we don’t have a metro sytem in stead there is a people mover in dowtown detroit. Metrot is the city that I live in canton which is part of metro detroit.
I took the metro to work. It was going to be a very busy day. Several clients had already called me, on my personal phone no less! I hate when clients disturb me when I’m at home or otherwise. They act as if I don’t have my own personal life problems to deal with and they expect me to solve theirs instead.
I see you
i can’t stand you
thick, folded, spouting lies
hypocrisy
you lie
but i love you,
delicious, i snatch you and bite you with my teeth
paper fills my mouth,
reminds me of you,
when i was filled with you
She stepped out onto the sidewalk, having taken the metro train in from the suburbs. He said he’d meet her at that little coffee bar. He said to come, and they’d talk. For the first time in months, he wanted to talk, and she wasn’t going to miss out on getting some answers.
metro? what does this word mean again.i definitely forgot. I kinda wanna go on Google and look it up really quick but time isn’t a luxury that i have. I’m going on 30 seconds now and i keep making typos because my space bar is acting funny ever since i tried to clean it. I think i may have broken it.
paper, news, it’s on the train, i turn the page, i see you, i see your face
it’s not you
who’s that hiding beind the metro?
it’s not you
who’s blue eye is staring out of the metro
it’s not you,
i miss you
i miss your words, so neat and ordered on the page,
it’s never you
you’re never on the metro anymore
Every time I take the metro, a line from Whitman’s “Leaves of Grass” comes to mind: “Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?”
bus new york many peolple posters signs voices crying babies laughs grunts speed crowded spaces poles handle bars metro driver chairs
our transportation system in la which is ever improving allows citizens of the city to venture to more distant parts that were previously less accessible. unlike other cities, the generality of la’s metro takes you areas and it us up to us to to discover our destination from there.
i rode the subway in washington dc over the summer. comng from ny it wasnt my first venture into a subway system, but i was amazed with how clean the whole system was. and on top of that you could also get cell service.
I took the metro down to the city center. It wasn’t at all like I expected. There were no bums, no prostitutes, no XXX theatres…hell, I couldn’t even find a butt to re-smoke.
It was a typical Wednesday morning really; queue me riding the metro, my hand wrapped tight around a blindingly yellow safety rail and my thoughts on things far detached than the familiar shriek of wheels grinding against the rails. It was the last place I’d expected and yet it was then, there, that I found HER.
That’s the way for my people; all it takes is one glance, just one, and you know that’s the one you’re supposed to spend your forever with; you know they’re your ONE.
And, goddess, was she ever my one.
train
fast
retro
old
life in a metro
metro card that people use in to get in the subways
the old fashion way
old trains
fast bullet trains
go faster than sound
china
japan
asian countries
they make them
Chile if this Metro is late one more time I don’t know what I’ll do with myself. I mean, I’ve got places to be and things to do and I can’t do any of it just standing here like a dummy. Of course I’m a dummy because if I was smart, I’d have a car. And a better job. And a house. And I’d still be married. But, I’m none of those things I’m just standing here, waiting on the stupid Metro.
In the metropolis of Uod, there are the large mushroom-like things that act as skyscrapers. The scaly skin of the mushrooms have greater efficiency and durability than any sort of metal alloy humans can think of, protecting the schools and businesses from the elements.
The metro is the place to be if you want to explore all the differentialities of the human face. It’s overly crowded and the massive sensation from all the external signals creates a Tango, a bugg or a foxtrot on each and every ones faces.
I really like the metro systems in DC and San Francisco. I do wish we would get a system like that here in Texas, but I just don’t see that happening in the near future. First off, the people in charge can’t seem to wrap their heads around public transport and secondly, our cities are far too spread out to the metro system to be initially effective.