I was on the subway. No direction. No plan. Was just going to go. Get away. Escape everything and get off at some new place and start new. That was my plan. My intention. Until I saw him.
Deb K
There once was a subway in the middle of Montana that a couple escaped to for a night on the town. It was a castle in the desert. The Subways rock! No GOODBYES.
Stefani
subway eat fresh! MMMM its so delicious. I would like to ride in a subway one day…that would be so awesome, or scary and disgusting cause those things are look so dirty and horrible in movies and on tv and so on. anyways i wish i had five dollars to get my sub
ashley
There once was a man who played guitar on the subway. He wanted to share his soul with the world through his music. He didn’t make alot of money, just enough to feed him, sometimes not even enough for that. But he was happy.
Rebecca Tock
it can mean a train that goes underground or it can mean a delicious sandwich shop.
one of them is where hobos piss.
one of them is where everyone else used the public washroom.
at a subway you can buy a 5 dollar footlong
in a subway you can rent a 5 dollar footlong.
thats it.
joe
the subway station has good sandwiches. 5 dollar ft longs ftw! lol trevor v always made their jingle sound nasty and pervish… i wonder if chris wuld get that joke… it wuld probably take him a min. GODS i miss scvi… well, not the skool… i miss the people… what evr happened to them?
Kendall
Eat fresh.
Rachel.
Oh god, the train isn’t here yet and I swear I’m going to stick a fucking bullet in my head of the train does not come on time. What the fuck? Please, just let the train come early for once! I swear I’ll be good this week. I promise.
Roberto Chavez
On the subway of life, I’m stuck in the corner, clutching my laptop case as protection against the huddled and stinky masses that press ever tighter into my personal six inches of what passes for space in this bright, big city . . .
Michelle
The T, or perhaps le metro, who could possibly say where I am? The bustle of the city, those poor souls that make you want to curl up and cry mingle with the businessmen in designer suits. The very essence of the city.
Niki
September to June. You told me we
Mackenzie Willems
a sandwich perhaps eaten on one underground either way stations are involved. fresh or sketchy or very efficient but always useful.
Nicole
There is a man on the subway with soul-less eyes and broken bones. He sits alone and weeps silently, no one bothers to ask him if he’s okay. What has this world come to? I stand up and help him.
Sarah
Taken away from the years of light. The people flock to the basements for traveling solace in mass. Locked tightly in neat boxes like lunch pales they go reluctantly to their slave ships.
Josh
The subway is the best place to get lost and still feel like you’re not alone. Sit in a chair and close your eyes to the sounds and smells around you.
The constant motion and repetitive actions of the passengers and the subway car lulls you into a trance.
Cliff Robinson
The subway was full of people, and rats this day…It’s to hot, to wet, it’s the real life!
del
i hate the subway. its a symbol of the city, i have no interest in supporting a metropolis of sin and selfishness. cities are breeding grounds for misery and filth. the country doesnt need subways. a train in a cave for sullen drones. gross.
Grace
the subway pulled up to the subway sandwich shop. I ordered a turkey sandwhich, it was tasty but the forgot to put on olives.
Megan
dirty dirty rats whooosh wind litter in between the rails… the signs all lie.. they have no concept of real time… their clock exists in an alternate dimension…. dirty seats dirty posters for things no one wants.. dont look in their eyes do NOT LOOK IN THEIR EYES……1.20 for a single journey 2.50 for a return GO FIGURE!!!!
claire
as i was on the sub way to my work place i was day-dreaming of bright sunny field when all of a sudden this alien space craft came up out of the sky and set fire to entire city. i was so pissed that i wouldn’t get to work that day i nearly stepped on the baby’s foot in front of me
stephen
sandwiches… ohhh no no no no noooooo
mom’s sandwiches just taste better, real, full of love!
staring out my window on this very beautiful day. I see clouds, sun, trees, cars pass by, the rustling of leaves is ever present.
Gabrielle
my best friend, cailey, had only worked at subway since december, and she’s already quiting. She’s never happy with what she had, including me. I feel, at times, totally unapreciated, and always like she’s toss me away for whatever else is coming up. And i hate it, but i cant leave her.. and i dont know why.
Brittany
train
people
slums
dirty
dark
cold
speed
dizzy
sleep
fun
thrills
passer-by
weight
sleek
fast
quick
magnet
cables
stairs
lights
telephone
cia
It’s random, but there is this tickle therapy treatment that works wonders. You get your feet get tickled and you just laugh and laugh. Guaranteed to uplift your mood lol.
Marissa
I guess the subway is my preferred form of travel. Not because it’s faster or easier for me, but because of all the people. Every kind of person uses the subway. It’s crazy. Sometimes I just like to sit and watch them, I don’t know. It’s fascinating I guess. People are fascinating.
James
Subway, eat fresh! I shall, Subway. I shall. I eat your sandwiches oddly though. I order a sandwich with only white American cheese and turkey, then eat the turkey alone, then the cheese alone, and then the bread.
I get chips too. The unhealthy ones, just to piss you off. And your cookies, for being a “healthy” place, are pretty damn good.
Caitlin
I dont know what to say… things happening down there
nino
There was a subway. It’s name was Bob. That’s B. O. B. for a special movie called Bend Over Boyfriend. That’s where it got its start.
:)
Jared. Weight Watchers. Yo-Yo. Hula Hoop. Etcha-sketch. Lincoln Logs.
Paul
what is a subway? is it located at a station? where is the station? what do they call it? pound would call it a metro. i call it life. we make up many words to describe the concept of point a to point b. but neither of them matter. everything in between does.
dela
transportation, underground, fast speed
Louis De Pointe Du Lac
she sat across from me on the subway, orange plastic seats, graffiti and tattered, outdated advertisments. we whizzed along the dark underground at a frightening speed, but i payed no attention to any of this. just her, head bent, reading, blonde curls falling around her face, i couldn’t look away.
izzy
a subway is were people drive in a train from one station to another. In most cases it is very crowdy and dirty and most people try not to use it.
Shorty
riding the subway. the gentle sway of the carts on the track. the hobble of balance as the cart stops at its next stop. the lukewarm bars with their metallic smell, clings to the hands that clutch it.
saf
open the door. Hold it open. Don’t let it close on me. Please just hold the door. What’s the point in yelling out if no one pays attention. On the subway no one pays attention. They just rush on in. Rush on out. Never look about. Just scurry past the door.
Berenice
The subway point,
when everything seems wrong.
like when a balloon pops in your face
or the fire burns you, standing in place
Let it go
it will fly through the subway
to a fresh new blue way.
Chessles Claire
The subway is sort of like a bus, only much more frightening due to the underground nature. It is easy to ignore the outside world within the subway, while not so in a bus. A subway thrusts you from the world, the bus into it. A subway creates a world, a bus give you a glimpse at the outside world.
Marfedora
the subway was always a way of transpertation for me and i always quikly wanted to get out it smeeld and creepers lived there untill one day i had to live in the subway tunels the day it all happend.
noble1
Roads. Yellow cabs. New York. White Lines. People…a lot of people. Big city. Crowdy.
jill
She stared at the city lights and confusion settled in. Take the 7 to…where was it? I knew I was going to get lost, I should have asked for directions, her restless mind argues with herself. She looks around trying to find a helpful face, maybe a mother of two children who won’t scam her. She found stairs
I was on the subway. No direction. No plan. Was just going to go. Get away. Escape everything and get off at some new place and start new. That was my plan. My intention. Until I saw him.
There once was a subway in the middle of Montana that a couple escaped to for a night on the town. It was a castle in the desert. The Subways rock! No GOODBYES.
subway eat fresh! MMMM its so delicious. I would like to ride in a subway one day…that would be so awesome, or scary and disgusting cause those things are look so dirty and horrible in movies and on tv and so on. anyways i wish i had five dollars to get my sub
There once was a man who played guitar on the subway. He wanted to share his soul with the world through his music. He didn’t make alot of money, just enough to feed him, sometimes not even enough for that. But he was happy.
it can mean a train that goes underground or it can mean a delicious sandwich shop.
one of them is where hobos piss.
one of them is where everyone else used the public washroom.
at a subway you can buy a 5 dollar footlong
in a subway you can rent a 5 dollar footlong.
thats it.
the subway station has good sandwiches. 5 dollar ft longs ftw! lol trevor v always made their jingle sound nasty and pervish… i wonder if chris wuld get that joke… it wuld probably take him a min. GODS i miss scvi… well, not the skool… i miss the people… what evr happened to them?
Eat fresh.
Oh god, the train isn’t here yet and I swear I’m going to stick a fucking bullet in my head of the train does not come on time. What the fuck? Please, just let the train come early for once! I swear I’ll be good this week. I promise.
On the subway of life, I’m stuck in the corner, clutching my laptop case as protection against the huddled and stinky masses that press ever tighter into my personal six inches of what passes for space in this bright, big city . . .
The T, or perhaps le metro, who could possibly say where I am? The bustle of the city, those poor souls that make you want to curl up and cry mingle with the businessmen in designer suits. The very essence of the city.
September to June. You told me we
a sandwich perhaps eaten on one underground either way stations are involved. fresh or sketchy or very efficient but always useful.
There is a man on the subway with soul-less eyes and broken bones. He sits alone and weeps silently, no one bothers to ask him if he’s okay. What has this world come to? I stand up and help him.
Taken away from the years of light. The people flock to the basements for traveling solace in mass. Locked tightly in neat boxes like lunch pales they go reluctantly to their slave ships.
The subway is the best place to get lost and still feel like you’re not alone. Sit in a chair and close your eyes to the sounds and smells around you.
The constant motion and repetitive actions of the passengers and the subway car lulls you into a trance.
The subway was full of people, and rats this day…It’s to hot, to wet, it’s the real life!
i hate the subway. its a symbol of the city, i have no interest in supporting a metropolis of sin and selfishness. cities are breeding grounds for misery and filth. the country doesnt need subways. a train in a cave for sullen drones. gross.
the subway pulled up to the subway sandwich shop. I ordered a turkey sandwhich, it was tasty but the forgot to put on olives.
dirty dirty rats whooosh wind litter in between the rails… the signs all lie.. they have no concept of real time… their clock exists in an alternate dimension…. dirty seats dirty posters for things no one wants.. dont look in their eyes do NOT LOOK IN THEIR EYES……1.20 for a single journey 2.50 for a return GO FIGURE!!!!
as i was on the sub way to my work place i was day-dreaming of bright sunny field when all of a sudden this alien space craft came up out of the sky and set fire to entire city. i was so pissed that i wouldn’t get to work that day i nearly stepped on the baby’s foot in front of me
sandwiches… ohhh no no no no noooooo
mom’s sandwiches just taste better, real, full of love!
staring out my window on this very beautiful day. I see clouds, sun, trees, cars pass by, the rustling of leaves is ever present.
my best friend, cailey, had only worked at subway since december, and she’s already quiting. She’s never happy with what she had, including me. I feel, at times, totally unapreciated, and always like she’s toss me away for whatever else is coming up. And i hate it, but i cant leave her.. and i dont know why.
train
people
slums
dirty
dark
cold
speed
dizzy
sleep
fun
thrills
passer-by
weight
sleek
fast
quick
magnet
cables
stairs
lights
telephone
It’s random, but there is this tickle therapy treatment that works wonders. You get your feet get tickled and you just laugh and laugh. Guaranteed to uplift your mood lol.
I guess the subway is my preferred form of travel. Not because it’s faster or easier for me, but because of all the people. Every kind of person uses the subway. It’s crazy. Sometimes I just like to sit and watch them, I don’t know. It’s fascinating I guess. People are fascinating.
Subway, eat fresh! I shall, Subway. I shall. I eat your sandwiches oddly though. I order a sandwich with only white American cheese and turkey, then eat the turkey alone, then the cheese alone, and then the bread.
I get chips too. The unhealthy ones, just to piss you off. And your cookies, for being a “healthy” place, are pretty damn good.
I dont know what to say… things happening down there
There was a subway. It’s name was Bob. That’s B. O. B. for a special movie called Bend Over Boyfriend. That’s where it got its start.
Jared. Weight Watchers. Yo-Yo. Hula Hoop. Etcha-sketch. Lincoln Logs.
what is a subway? is it located at a station? where is the station? what do they call it? pound would call it a metro. i call it life. we make up many words to describe the concept of point a to point b. but neither of them matter. everything in between does.
transportation, underground, fast speed
she sat across from me on the subway, orange plastic seats, graffiti and tattered, outdated advertisments. we whizzed along the dark underground at a frightening speed, but i payed no attention to any of this. just her, head bent, reading, blonde curls falling around her face, i couldn’t look away.
a subway is were people drive in a train from one station to another. In most cases it is very crowdy and dirty and most people try not to use it.
riding the subway. the gentle sway of the carts on the track. the hobble of balance as the cart stops at its next stop. the lukewarm bars with their metallic smell, clings to the hands that clutch it.
open the door. Hold it open. Don’t let it close on me. Please just hold the door. What’s the point in yelling out if no one pays attention. On the subway no one pays attention. They just rush on in. Rush on out. Never look about. Just scurry past the door.
The subway point,
when everything seems wrong.
like when a balloon pops in your face
or the fire burns you, standing in place
Let it go
it will fly through the subway
to a fresh new blue way.
The subway is sort of like a bus, only much more frightening due to the underground nature. It is easy to ignore the outside world within the subway, while not so in a bus. A subway thrusts you from the world, the bus into it. A subway creates a world, a bus give you a glimpse at the outside world.
the subway was always a way of transpertation for me and i always quikly wanted to get out it smeeld and creepers lived there untill one day i had to live in the subway tunels the day it all happend.
Roads. Yellow cabs. New York. White Lines. People…a lot of people. Big city. Crowdy.
She stared at the city lights and confusion settled in. Take the 7 to…where was it? I knew I was going to get lost, I should have asked for directions, her restless mind argues with herself. She looks around trying to find a helpful face, maybe a mother of two children who won’t scam her. She found stairs