I’ve ridden an Atlanta subway when I was very young with my dad. We were wating for my mom’s long delay in the airport and he was tired of staying inside. We moved outside around 2 in the morning to a dirty filthy hole in the ground. He shouldn’t have taken me there.
Erika jumped down the stairs and raced for the subway. They had made it just in time, for as Vincent stepped into the underground train the doors closed behind him. There were very little people with them on the train, but Erika choose not to stand. Holding onto the nearest metal pole, she grinned stupidly at Vincent. “Isn’t this fun?” she asked him giddily. Rolling his eyes, but still smiling, Vincent nodded.
I saw this one article in my english class where this doctor of language was complaining about overhearing a sexual story of someones on a subway in new york. and i just found it dumb. if your on a subway you really cant get too upset overhearing things like that
the tunnel was dark and dank and he sank quietly past the lines erected to keep people from traveling down the tracks, mere inches from million pound monsters scream by at break neck speeds. just have to find someplace warm to bed down
Aw, the subway. Don’t you miss it? It doesn’t always smell. There’s that wonderful, flickering, fluorescent lighting. Bare. Exposed. People dozing. So tired after a long day at work, tireless, in the city.
i love subway. when i was younger my friend and i used to walk a mile to the local and nearest subway to get our hoagies. then we were not friends anymore. i know this is supposed to probably be about riding a subway, but i like sandwiches better.
There are millions of people here. Rushing, waiting, worrying. Considering the acts of kindness, of cruelty, of beauty about their day. They don’t look, don’t notice, don’t believe. They countinue along, rush along, concerned with only about where they are going. There is no beauty in the subway, no one looks for it. It’s hidden softly below the tracks, waiting for someone to find it.
I was on a subway that was well lighted and crowded with many different kinds of people. There were well-to-do business suits, filthy have-nots, and tiny, colorful backpacks adorning even smaller children.
when i think of subway, i think of the sandwiches from Australia which then reminds me of Brisbane, the place i spent four years of my life pursueing my degree in mass communications in QUT. i love my life in Australia and i can’t wait to return to the place again.
The subway vibrated with the sounds of the approaching train. I wondered who I would meet on the train. So many strangers with their own troubles and heartaches. I wondered if any of them would look upon me as a kindred soul, searching for answers.
The subway vibrated with the sounds of the approaching train. I wondered who I would meet on the train. So many strangers with their own troubles and heartaches. I wondered if any of them would look upon me as a kindred soul, searching for answers.
he looked to his left. she was still there.
she had been there for the past 45 minutes, and though his stop had come, he waited on the subway to see where she was getting off.
he worried about her, although he didn’t know anything about her.
subway sandwhiches are the best as they allow you to chose the condiments and the ingredients.
however, it is not always healthy to eat such “fresh” food as it is cooked very very fast. however, people still enjoy it.
why it the subway always crowded? i though as i strollerd towards the subway. i was going to be late and that would be disastrous. that would mean that i wouldn’t have enough cash to see another day.
It was a cold dark night as he walked alone through the dimly lit subway tunnel. The creepy feeling that he was being watched could not be shaken off. It was eating away at his very
It was a cold dark night as he walked alone through the dimly lit subway tunnel. The creepy feeling that he was being watched could not be shaken off. It was eating away at his very
deep underground tunnel. food chain. new york city. hustle and bustle, full of diversity and culture. unexpected experiences happen to break up the monotony of the work day. place of gathering for all walks of life.
I don’t particularly like Subways. I always associate them with the rats in NYC. But, I like the ones in DC. They confuse me. I refuse to understand how they work. I wish subways weren’t there so then I could always take the taxi and stay clean and not feel guilty blowing all my money on it even though there are perfectly wonderful (& unfortunately very convenient) means of transportation.
My face is leaking donut holes on a semiclick headed ginger weat…wait wheat. oh yeah…….wheat factory. This is a friskey environment. Sorry aint cut cheesehead packer nuhnuhnhuhnhu nyhynhy. Fake a nano
play ya cads right Henry I think ya win Dixie. I disagree Margaret shatabam….heh…..t’s what they called her. Take ya FAWKIN trainset n GETAAATA…. Time’s up
play ya cads right Henry I think ya win Dixie. I disagree Margaret shatabam….heh…..t’s what they called her. Take ya FAWKIN trainset n GETAAATA…. Time’s up
i think of the 1980′s beautiful New York subway graffiti, Big cities. magical concrete city blocks. paint. downtown baby. beggars and change. and music, saxophone players. urban grit, steel cars rolling past. Beauty. thas what i think of.
i think of the 1980′s beautiful New York subway graffiti, Big cities. magical concrete city blocks. paint. downtown baby. beggars and change. and music, saxophone players. urban grit, steel cars rolling past. Beauty. thas what i think of.
i think of the 1980′s beautiful New York subway graffiti, Big cities. magical concrete city blocks. paint. downtown baby. beggars and change. and music, saxophone players. urban grit, steel cars rolling past. Beauty. thas what i think of.
rumbling benieth my feet
comforts me in the weirdest way…
know that- I’m moving,
I’m moving
not standing still as i sway,
sway
and jolt
and rattle
just to flow again
rumbling beneath my feet
comforts me in the weirdest way…
know that- I’m moving,
I’m moving
not standing still as i sway,
sway
and jolt
and rattle
just to flow again
some times I think about what people were thinking when they originally made subways. I mean the old fashion subways. Back when they were still trying different shapes and such.
I was walking through the cold dark street, lost and confused not knowing where to go, i saw the light as a gust of wind came my way, the subway, my way to home, my way to happiness.
i’ve been on a subway when i was in DC. it was a pretty cool experience. i don’t like subway sandwiches. they put too much lettuce on and they cut their bread weird. my husband likes them and says that they don’t cut their bread that way anymore. how big does a city have to be in order to have a subway system? sub? way? what’s a sub? su
A dulcet harmony rang in the noisy polluted air of the subway; a blind man sat calmly at a quiet corner. A harmonica in hand, he swayed with his emotions.
No one, at all, stopped to listen.
But he didn’t know, for he was blind.
And he played such mellifluous music that it was brimming with mounting emotion.
And a tear, silver and glittering even in the dismal darkness of the subway, trickled down his grimy, crinkled face.
The subway was teeming.
A dulcet harmony rang out clearly; sweetly, even in the noise and bustle and yelling.
An old man squatted pathetically in a corner; a harmonica in hand.
He swayed along with his emotions, such a mellifluous tune was produced.
A glassy tear trickled down his grimy wrinkled face.
But he was smiling.
I’ve ridden an Atlanta subway when I was very young with my dad. We were wating for my mom’s long delay in the airport and he was tired of staying inside. We moved outside around 2 in the morning to a dirty filthy hole in the ground. He shouldn’t have taken me there.
By alice on 03.26.2009
Erika jumped down the stairs and raced for the subway. They had made it just in time, for as Vincent stepped into the underground train the doors closed behind him. There were very little people with them on the train, but Erika choose not to stand. Holding onto the nearest metal pole, she grinned stupidly at Vincent. “Isn’t this fun?” she asked him giddily. Rolling his eyes, but still smiling, Vincent nodded.
By EH on 03.26.2009
Oh good, this has nothing to do with how I feel…
I dislike subways.
I dislike Subway’s sandwhiches.
Subway is not the way.
By Sorrel on 03.26.2009
So many people travel through the subway in Singapore everyday.
By Constant Lee on 03.26.2009
I saw this one article in my english class where this doctor of language was complaining about overhearing a sexual story of someones on a subway in new york. and i just found it dumb. if your on a subway you really cant get too upset overhearing things like that
By Tommy on 03.26.2009
Devolving down the subway at 10am is rash dash of perfectly executed twists and turns to get onto the already packed trains.
By Christopher on 03.26.2009
the tunnel was dark and dank and he sank quietly past the lines erected to keep people from traveling down the tracks, mere inches from million pound monsters scream by at break neck speeds. just have to find someplace warm to bed down
By josh on 03.26.2009
Aw, the subway. Don’t you miss it? It doesn’t always smell. There’s that wonderful, flickering, fluorescent lighting. Bare. Exposed. People dozing. So tired after a long day at work, tireless, in the city.
By mickylee on 03.26.2009
I hate subway sandwiches. Original, creative? Probably not, but I don’t care if they are 5 dollars. I do not like them.
By ashley on 03.26.2009
i love subway. when i was younger my friend and i used to walk a mile to the local and nearest subway to get our hoagies. then we were not friends anymore. i know this is supposed to probably be about riding a subway, but i like sandwiches better.
By Laura on 03.26.2009
Singapore’s clean subways, void of food, packed with people, and connected by shopping oases, always made me feel older than I was.
By Jess on 03.26.2009
There are millions of people here. Rushing, waiting, worrying. Considering the acts of kindness, of cruelty, of beauty about their day. They don’t look, don’t notice, don’t believe. They countinue along, rush along, concerned with only about where they are going. There is no beauty in the subway, no one looks for it. It’s hidden softly below the tracks, waiting for someone to find it.
By Brianna G on 03.26.2009
I was on a subway that was well lighted and crowded with many different kinds of people. There were well-to-do business suits, filthy have-nots, and tiny, colorful backpacks adorning even smaller children.
By kay ross on 03.26.2009
when i think of subway, i think of the sandwiches from Australia which then reminds me of Brisbane, the place i spent four years of my life pursueing my degree in mass communications in QUT. i love my life in Australia and i can’t wait to return to the place again.
By Rae on 03.26.2009
The subway vibrated with the sounds of the approaching train. I wondered who I would meet on the train. So many strangers with their own troubles and heartaches. I wondered if any of them would look upon me as a kindred soul, searching for answers.
By Khor Hui Min on 03.26.2009
The subway vibrated with the sounds of the approaching train. I wondered who I would meet on the train. So many strangers with their own troubles and heartaches. I wondered if any of them would look upon me as a kindred soul, searching for answers.
By Khor Hui Min on 03.26.2009
i was in the subway having a sandwhich when you came towards me. then i started choking on it.
By Racso on 03.26.2009
he looked to his left. she was still there.
she had been there for the past 45 minutes, and though his stop had come, he waited on the subway to see where she was getting off.
he worried about her, although he didn’t know anything about her.
By mo on 03.26.2009
subway sandwhiches are the best as they allow you to chose the condiments and the ingredients.
however, it is not always healthy to eat such “fresh” food as it is cooked very very fast. however, people still enjoy it.
By Racso on 03.26.2009
why it the subway always crowded? i though as i strollerd towards the subway. i was going to be late and that would be disastrous. that would mean that i wouldn’t have enough cash to see another day.
By Racso on 03.26.2009
It was a cold dark night as he walked alone through the dimly lit subway tunnel. The creepy feeling that he was being watched could not be shaken off. It was eating away at his very
By satish on 03.26.2009
It was a cold dark night as he walked alone through the dimly lit subway tunnel. The creepy feeling that he was being watched could not be shaken off. It was eating away at his very
By satish on 03.26.2009
deep underground tunnel. food chain. new york city. hustle and bustle, full of diversity and culture. unexpected experiences happen to break up the monotony of the work day. place of gathering for all walks of life.
By alyssa on 03.26.2009
I don’t particularly like Subways. I always associate them with the rats in NYC. But, I like the ones in DC. They confuse me. I refuse to understand how they work. I wish subways weren’t there so then I could always take the taxi and stay clean and not feel guilty blowing all my money on it even though there are perfectly wonderful (& unfortunately very convenient) means of transportation.
By Sangeetha on 03.26.2009
My face is leaking donut holes on a semiclick headed ginger weat…wait wheat. oh yeah…….wheat factory. This is a friskey environment. Sorry aint cut cheesehead packer nuhnuhnhuhnhu nyhynhy. Fake a nano
By squij on 03.26.2009
Fake a nano hazard on a picnic jingo blather…….I shant play the finger hazzard on the buzzard brain foxholes of the expedite mote
By tranqua on 03.26.2009
i went to the nearest subway station to board a train.
By Teo on 03.26.2009
play ya cads right Henry I think ya win Dixie. I disagree Margaret shatabam….heh…..t’s what they called her. Take ya FAWKIN trainset n GETAAATA…. Time’s up
By luva boi on 03.26.2009
play ya cads right Henry I think ya win Dixie. I disagree Margaret shatabam….heh…..t’s what they called her. Take ya FAWKIN trainset n GETAAATA…. Time’s up
By luva boi on 03.26.2009
i think of the 1980′s beautiful New York subway graffiti, Big cities. magical concrete city blocks. paint. downtown baby. beggars and change. and music, saxophone players. urban grit, steel cars rolling past. Beauty. thas what i think of.
By Nick Treiber on 03.26.2009
i think of the 1980′s beautiful New York subway graffiti, Big cities. magical concrete city blocks. paint. downtown baby. beggars and change. and music, saxophone players. urban grit, steel cars rolling past. Beauty. thas what i think of.
By Nick Treiber on 03.26.2009
i think of the 1980′s beautiful New York subway graffiti, Big cities. magical concrete city blocks. paint. downtown baby. beggars and change. and music, saxophone players. urban grit, steel cars rolling past. Beauty. thas what i think of.
By Nick Treiber on 03.26.2009
Standing alone in the subway in the subway, i glanced at the surrounding.
I wonder what am i doing in the place i don’t even know…
By Teo Liang Wei on 03.26.2009
rumbling benieth my feet
comforts me in the weirdest way…
know that- I’m moving,
I’m moving
not standing still as i sway,
sway
and jolt
and rattle
just to flow again
this is life<3
By Chinny on 03.26.2009
rumbling beneath my feet
comforts me in the weirdest way…
know that- I’m moving,
I’m moving
not standing still as i sway,
sway
and jolt
and rattle
just to flow again
this is life<3
By Chinny on 03.26.2009
some times I think about what people were thinking when they originally made subways. I mean the old fashion subways. Back when they were still trying different shapes and such.
By Malia on 03.26.2009
I was walking through the cold dark street, lost and confused not knowing where to go, i saw the light as a gust of wind came my way, the subway, my way to home, my way to happiness.
By Penny on 03.26.2009
i’ve been on a subway when i was in DC. it was a pretty cool experience. i don’t like subway sandwiches. they put too much lettuce on and they cut their bread weird. my husband likes them and says that they don’t cut their bread that way anymore. how big does a city have to be in order to have a subway system? sub? way? what’s a sub? su
By KNickel on 03.26.2009
A dulcet harmony rang in the noisy polluted air of the subway; a blind man sat calmly at a quiet corner. A harmonica in hand, he swayed with his emotions.
No one, at all, stopped to listen.
But he didn’t know, for he was blind.
And he played such mellifluous music that it was brimming with mounting emotion.
And a tear, silver and glittering even in the dismal darkness of the subway, trickled down his grimy, crinkled face.
By L on 03.26.2009
The subway was teeming.
A dulcet harmony rang out clearly; sweetly, even in the noise and bustle and yelling.
An old man squatted pathetically in a corner; a harmonica in hand.
He swayed along with his emotions, such a mellifluous tune was produced.
A glassy tear trickled down his grimy wrinkled face.
But he was smiling.
By L on 03.26.2009