railroad is the cornerstone of modern railway. without it, rail travel is not possible, because railroads are the roads that a railway engine travels on. railroad is also a funny word, which has a rather tongue twister like sound to it.
travelling alone by the country side , a lonely railroad i passed by.. that lead into a tunnel beautiful, with an anbandoned look about it.. a tunnel of love i thought.. abandoned and awaiting.. for someone to tread its path..i walked in knowing completely well, a magikal story awaited its unfolding, its retelling.
The railroad is the most romantic form of transportation. It takes you into the depth of the land and on the rim of the seas by a singular parallel iron thread.
“You’re not going to railroad me into making THAT decision,” she said. “I’ve got too much faith in what I’m doing. If you don’t like it, that’s your problem!” She stomped off down the hall, a simmering storm boiling through the house and out into the light of the garden.
He was waiting at the station and I was running late, always late. I would expect him to wait for me, but maybe this time would be different. Maybe this time he would take that train and leave me behind forever. I deserved nothing better, after all.
Trains, war horses of iron controlled by us, riding on their fallen brothers backs. How can something of such power and weight be trusted with lives? The rail road, subservient and willing for the greater good.
I remember hanging out on the railroad tracks. Walking along side of them, running and jumping on the boards, making sure not to hit the rocks. All the while, thinking about life. Thinking how my life was like those railroad tracks. It’s gonna be going and make stops at each station. Each station is an important marker in my life.
I’m going to make damn sure that railroad has the most exciting turns and bends ever.
She looked across the tracks at the setting sun. The sky was splattered with blue and red and yellow; the clouds were like melting ice cream. She sucked in a breath the moment she felt a hand cover her mouth.
railroads are those things we use to take a train to go away. to run away from everything we can’t handle anymore, those people we don’t want to see anymore, and that person we don’t want to be anymore. railroads are those things that lets us be free. from everything, everyone… and even ourselves. railroads….
I stood there, breathing in the metallic scent of what was in front of me. The railroad. Not just any railroad.. The one my parents died on. Why couldn’t I have saved them? I’m an awful child- I know. I miss them horribly, but I guess it’s too late now.
the tracks thundered as the monstrous steam engine raced along the metal, screeching and hissing with the force of hot air. the passengers inside were all preoccupied, far to busy to notice one another, involved in their own small worlds of imagination and/or real life. so much life on one engine, more than anyone thought possible.
I found them there, beside the ties of the old railroad tracks behind McGibbons farm. They were sharp. Martin, always keen to wreak havoc cut himself with them.
I woke up to the rumbling of the train on railroad tracks. Still haven’t arrived to my destination. Even though I didn’t know exactly where, the ticket had mysteriously come in the mail with a note that said, “Trust your instincts.”
Every time I hear that word, the one that took me down the tracks of the old cosmic fort, I see in my mind’s eye the story we once lead from our feet. traveling all over the preciousness of our skin we rode the cable car to destiny.
My Dad worked with trains his whole life. The Railroad is my entire childhood. The only job you can start from nailing it together yourself to becoming VP. The American Dream.
Why again, the railroad? It has come up here now twice. I have told of my sweet nothingness that has left the station of my hollow heart and of the place where the teddy bear lays on the hot tracks of Mississippi.
It ends at some point and begins at one but the whereabouts unknown.
lets leave.
lets follow it to where ever it may lead
hopefully far from this place
euphoric
and as she walked she tried to keep her spirits up by hopping along the tracks, pretending that the ground beneath the rickety old wood and steel was acid, and should her feet slip the soles of her shoes would melt right off. she kept her ears pricked for the sound of a train, too, although everyone knew that these tracks had been abandoned for near on a decade, ever since the crash. it would be dark soon, anyway. keeping attuned to the smallest sounds, near and far, would only do her good when the sun set in earnest. but now she did not think about that, about the very real terrors that night would bring; for venomous snakes were snapping at her heels as the hem of her skirt flapped daringly just out of reach of their fangs.
is a stretch out to infinity, disappearing day by day, the engines chugging into obscurity, graveyards waiting for them at the end: “Come home, dear mechanism of the 18th century.”
You quietly, and patiently wait on the edge of the railroad, just waiting. Suddenly you hear the distant thundering of the tracks, “Yes”, you whisper to yourself, its just what you’ve been waiting for. As the speeding bullet approaches you begin to get frightened but you push it aside and hurdle yourself towards your death. You’ve waited to long to let anything stop you.
rail road is something were trains go throught, a lot og epople take photoshoos in rail roads and it’s pretty cool. once me and my biyfriend went into a party through the back of the house. there was a rail road there lol. i’ve only been on a train 3 times so i would like to go again and see the RAILROAD!!
train tracks are scary and long and i always see movies about people tragically losing their lives – its usually the bad guy, but nonetheless a guy. its scary and I feel bad but haven’t they ever heard of railroad signs? or just running?
I walk slowly down the rail. I’m not alone the boy is with me, hands interlaced we amble so leisurely when we know in just a moment we could get run over. We’re together and that’s what counts, stupid in love. Each bar coming and going forever.
The railroad tracks were empty and desolate. The young boy slightly faltered as he balanced while tip-toeing across them. It had become a habbit of his, a passtime for when he wasn’t doing chores for his uncle. He found it calming, and a good fun game. He’d fallen once.
Solid lines, flowing into infinity, from infinity. That’s all it is. A metaphor for life, not seeing the end, but being aware it exists. Knowing that it will stop, but enjoying the trip while it lasts. Life, and railroads.
Railroad? What is a railroad after all? Is it just a road or a path that leads somewhere? Or maybe just an imaginary path, the path you draw when you’re 17 and you’re in your room at 1am in the morning.
The road you wanna live, the road you wanna take to know that you did something good in life. The road your parents wanted to take but they ended up wrong, something went wrong halfway and they turned upon the railroad of their dreams and never looked back and now they have jobs they hate and they talk to people they loath and they’re in a marriage that makes them unhappy but it’s their fault after all, they had THE road.
And what if that happens to me? What if I take my right railroad and the, for no apparent reason, I go back and never look back? And then my children will believe that I am a boring person with no dreams and no aspirations and they believe that I have no life and I will always be tired and I will never read anymore and my husband will think I am fat and I will think he is fat and we will hate each other and we will never have sex.
What if that’s the purpose of life? To never be happy?
What if we’re all destined, at the end, to the same railroad? Whatever that is…
Silence.
That’s the only thing there was, that quiet afternoon. Silence and the railroad. The silence did not last long, though. The train’s rumbling destroyed that.
It’s like a train, everything that leads me back to you. A steady rhythm pounding out my feelings for you until my heart’s memorized them. A track that I’m happy to travel. All roads go to Rome, and all thoughts lead to you.
I don’t mind.
You’re beautiful.
When I was young I used to always wonder about the type of fear that would lie within us as we were tied in a tight rope and left out on local train tracks to be run over.
It is a strange sight to some, but not when painted against the backdrop of a haunted town. They say ghosts linger in the windows and play with the tumbleweed that bumble through.
Janice doesn’t quite know what she thinks about it. In fact, it is just a tad worrisome and puzzling. Her great uncle doesn’t know anything about her and even if he did–why on earth would he gift her an entire railroad and several hundred acres of property?
Whatever the case, it seems that her summer has finally looked up.
Something shattered in the distance and Janice silently reminded herself that there was no such thing as ghosts.
When I think of a railroad, I think of going somewhere — of moving toward something. I think of a new life. I think of a journey to become something new. What’s funny is it is now an antiquated way to travel, but sparks a sense of adventure and newness all the same. It’s the perfect blend of something old whisking me off to something new.
There are railroad tracks everywhere. My mom and I stop at them a lot when we go to see my Granny. I hope she doesn’t die soon. I took a trip with her once to Carbondale, IL on a train. It was a lot of fun, I read Nancy Drew books in the snack car. I love my Granny to death. I want to go on a train again sometime soon with her. I wonder how long it takes to build the tracks, and the trains themselves. I think a lot, lol. I’m also in love… aaah. It’s the best feeling in the world.
WE FOUND LOVE ON A RAILROAD TRAIN.
<3
Granny.
the underground railroad was a very influential thing in history. harriet tubman led it. there is also a railroad behind my house. i can hear it faintly but i know it’s there.
railroad is the cornerstone of modern railway. without it, rail travel is not possible, because railroads are the roads that a railway engine travels on. railroad is also a funny word, which has a rather tongue twister like sound to it.
travelling alone by the country side , a lonely railroad i passed by.. that lead into a tunnel beautiful, with an anbandoned look about it.. a tunnel of love i thought.. abandoned and awaiting.. for someone to tread its path..i walked in knowing completely well, a magikal story awaited its unfolding, its retelling.
The railroad is the most romantic form of transportation. It takes you into the depth of the land and on the rim of the seas by a singular parallel iron thread.
“You’re not going to railroad me into making THAT decision,” she said. “I’ve got too much faith in what I’m doing. If you don’t like it, that’s your problem!” She stomped off down the hall, a simmering storm boiling through the house and out into the light of the garden.
He was waiting at the station and I was running late, always late. I would expect him to wait for me, but maybe this time would be different. Maybe this time he would take that train and leave me behind forever. I deserved nothing better, after all.
Trains, war horses of iron controlled by us, riding on their fallen brothers backs. How can something of such power and weight be trusted with lives? The rail road, subservient and willing for the greater good.
I remember hanging out on the railroad tracks. Walking along side of them, running and jumping on the boards, making sure not to hit the rocks. All the while, thinking about life. Thinking how my life was like those railroad tracks. It’s gonna be going and make stops at each station. Each station is an important marker in my life.
I’m going to make damn sure that railroad has the most exciting turns and bends ever.
She looked across the tracks at the setting sun. The sky was splattered with blue and red and yellow; the clouds were like melting ice cream. She sucked in a breath the moment she felt a hand cover her mouth.
railroads are those things we use to take a train to go away. to run away from everything we can’t handle anymore, those people we don’t want to see anymore, and that person we don’t want to be anymore. railroads are those things that lets us be free. from everything, everyone… and even ourselves. railroads….
I stood there, breathing in the metallic scent of what was in front of me. The railroad. Not just any railroad.. The one my parents died on. Why couldn’t I have saved them? I’m an awful child- I know. I miss them horribly, but I guess it’s too late now.
the tracks thundered as the monstrous steam engine raced along the metal, screeching and hissing with the force of hot air. the passengers inside were all preoccupied, far to busy to notice one another, involved in their own small worlds of imagination and/or real life. so much life on one engine, more than anyone thought possible.
I found them there, beside the ties of the old railroad tracks behind McGibbons farm. They were sharp. Martin, always keen to wreak havoc cut himself with them.
I woke up to the rumbling of the train on railroad tracks. Still haven’t arrived to my destination. Even though I didn’t know exactly where, the ticket had mysteriously come in the mail with a note that said, “Trust your instincts.”
Every time I hear that word, the one that took me down the tracks of the old cosmic fort, I see in my mind’s eye the story we once lead from our feet. traveling all over the preciousness of our skin we rode the cable car to destiny.
My Dad worked with trains his whole life. The Railroad is my entire childhood. The only job you can start from nailing it together yourself to becoming VP. The American Dream.
Why again, the railroad? It has come up here now twice. I have told of my sweet nothingness that has left the station of my hollow heart and of the place where the teddy bear lays on the hot tracks of Mississippi.
Where we gonna stash this body??
Calm down, calm down… There’s an old abandoned railroad track nearby.
Will that work?
Sure, lots of questionable things pop up around there. No one will ask any questions. TRUST me. Now get the shovel.
It ends at some point and begins at one but the whereabouts unknown.
lets leave.
lets follow it to where ever it may lead
hopefully far from this place
euphoric
and as she walked she tried to keep her spirits up by hopping along the tracks, pretending that the ground beneath the rickety old wood and steel was acid, and should her feet slip the soles of her shoes would melt right off. she kept her ears pricked for the sound of a train, too, although everyone knew that these tracks had been abandoned for near on a decade, ever since the crash. it would be dark soon, anyway. keeping attuned to the smallest sounds, near and far, would only do her good when the sun set in earnest. but now she did not think about that, about the very real terrors that night would bring; for venomous snakes were snapping at her heels as the hem of her skirt flapped daringly just out of reach of their fangs.
is a stretch out to infinity, disappearing day by day, the engines chugging into obscurity, graveyards waiting for them at the end: “Come home, dear mechanism of the 18th century.”
You quietly, and patiently wait on the edge of the railroad, just waiting. Suddenly you hear the distant thundering of the tracks, “Yes”, you whisper to yourself, its just what you’ve been waiting for. As the speeding bullet approaches you begin to get frightened but you push it aside and hurdle yourself towards your death. You’ve waited to long to let anything stop you.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve been (let myself be) tied to the tracks and I can see the train rounding the corner.
rail road is something were trains go throught, a lot og epople take photoshoos in rail roads and it’s pretty cool. once me and my biyfriend went into a party through the back of the house. there was a rail road there lol. i’ve only been on a train 3 times so i would like to go again and see the RAILROAD!!
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train tracks are scary and long and i always see movies about people tragically losing their lives – its usually the bad guy, but nonetheless a guy. its scary and I feel bad but haven’t they ever heard of railroad signs? or just running?
I walk slowly down the rail. I’m not alone the boy is with me, hands interlaced we amble so leisurely when we know in just a moment we could get run over. We’re together and that’s what counts, stupid in love. Each bar coming and going forever.
The railroad tracks were empty and desolate. The young boy slightly faltered as he balanced while tip-toeing across them. It had become a habbit of his, a passtime for when he wasn’t doing chores for his uncle. He found it calming, and a good fun game. He’d fallen once.
Rails making a road. That’s it!
Solid lines, flowing into infinity, from infinity. That’s all it is. A metaphor for life, not seeing the end, but being aware it exists. Knowing that it will stop, but enjoying the trip while it lasts. Life, and railroads.
tiny white flowers sprung up from the spaces between the railroads, forming a path that led nowhere & everywhere.
Railroad? What is a railroad after all? Is it just a road or a path that leads somewhere? Or maybe just an imaginary path, the path you draw when you’re 17 and you’re in your room at 1am in the morning.
The road you wanna live, the road you wanna take to know that you did something good in life. The road your parents wanted to take but they ended up wrong, something went wrong halfway and they turned upon the railroad of their dreams and never looked back and now they have jobs they hate and they talk to people they loath and they’re in a marriage that makes them unhappy but it’s their fault after all, they had THE road.
And what if that happens to me? What if I take my right railroad and the, for no apparent reason, I go back and never look back? And then my children will believe that I am a boring person with no dreams and no aspirations and they believe that I have no life and I will always be tired and I will never read anymore and my husband will think I am fat and I will think he is fat and we will hate each other and we will never have sex.
What if that’s the purpose of life? To never be happy?
What if we’re all destined, at the end, to the same railroad? Whatever that is…
Silence.
That’s the only thing there was, that quiet afternoon. Silence and the railroad. The silence did not last long, though. The train’s rumbling destroyed that.
It’s like a train, everything that leads me back to you. A steady rhythm pounding out my feelings for you until my heart’s memorized them. A track that I’m happy to travel. All roads go to Rome, and all thoughts lead to you.
I don’t mind.
You’re beautiful.
Je veux faire un tour du monde avec mon copain d’au moins 6 mois, visiter plusieurs pays totalement dépaysants!
When I was young I used to always wonder about the type of fear that would lie within us as we were tied in a tight rope and left out on local train tracks to be run over.
The railroad tracks are dusty and unused.
It is a strange sight to some, but not when painted against the backdrop of a haunted town. They say ghosts linger in the windows and play with the tumbleweed that bumble through.
Janice doesn’t quite know what she thinks about it. In fact, it is just a tad worrisome and puzzling. Her great uncle doesn’t know anything about her and even if he did–why on earth would he gift her an entire railroad and several hundred acres of property?
Whatever the case, it seems that her summer has finally looked up.
Something shattered in the distance and Janice silently reminded herself that there was no such thing as ghosts.
Really.
When I think of a railroad, I think of going somewhere — of moving toward something. I think of a new life. I think of a journey to become something new. What’s funny is it is now an antiquated way to travel, but sparks a sense of adventure and newness all the same. It’s the perfect blend of something old whisking me off to something new.
yea, railroads.
There are railroad tracks everywhere. My mom and I stop at them a lot when we go to see my Granny. I hope she doesn’t die soon. I took a trip with her once to Carbondale, IL on a train. It was a lot of fun, I read Nancy Drew books in the snack car. I love my Granny to death. I want to go on a train again sometime soon with her. I wonder how long it takes to build the tracks, and the trains themselves. I think a lot, lol. I’m also in love… aaah. It’s the best feeling in the world.
WE FOUND LOVE ON A RAILROAD TRAIN.
<3
Granny.
the underground railroad was a very influential thing in history. harriet tubman led it. there is also a railroad behind my house. i can hear it faintly but i know it’s there.