A train is a moving life. Soaring through the plains, and places to go. I want to go on a train ride, and feel the Earth bounding and soaring underneath me. This is the treasure of a train.
Emma
Train of thought. So many words whirling around my brain, yet none seem to connect into anything usable once I open my mouth. You don’t have a clue what I’m feeling or thinking for you. My brain to mouth filter is just too strong, I need to open the flow a little so you don’t go your whole life never knowing I care.
emma
Francis hopped aboard the 7:40 train to Mephis in October of 2018. The air was brisk, yet warm, and Franchis was in high spirits about today’s adventures. The sights, the smells of the train, all combined the growing mumbles, shouts, honks, and whistles of a city beginning to awaken.
Alexia
I love that song “Hey soul sister” by train. I love trains. I remember riding on a train when I was just a wee little tot. It was lots of fun. The train was red!
adrian
waste money
waste money as dumping into the sea
jhgkjg
the rails were rubbed smooth from the constant traffic, they were quiet and they only whined the arrival of an approaching train once or twice a year now.
Train across the country
Cheaper than a plane
See the mountains
See the rivers
The cows and fields of grain
We rock and rumble over tracks
And hope to get there soon
A train that looks so pretty
Under a cresent moon
Across the old steel bridges
From the start until the end
That train that we will travel on
Times lost forgotten friend
I rode on a train for 30 years working in Philadelphia at the old prison. I met some crazy folks on that train
Ray Morris
The sun was rising over the train station, but I wouldn’t stay to see it reflect off the gleaming metallic tops. I was going to board that train, sit in the car as it sped across the country — far from everything I ever knew, a cleansing of the mind freeing me from the hell hole of remembering a different memory every time I walked around the corner.
the sequence glistened as the sun warmed its way through the tiny stained glass window. The beauty that walked before was magnificent, but the train of the wedding dress shone the love that had been sewn into it, by what can only be shown through the love of a mothers hands.
The view from a train window always fascinates me. It’s not what’s in here, this carriage, that counts. It’s what’s out there. The house in that valley. I want to knock on their door and say hello.
I love thomas the tank engine, and the train that could, especially the train that could. A thick golden band that could withstand any wreckage, spread wide on the floor.
My journey on the train was ominous as usual. I felt alone, yet surrounded by busy, loud, bustling types. People who work. People who have a life. I have a life too but it doesn’t feel like it when I’m on the train.
Simon Heath
I’ve been training every day to try and get my team to do better. I’ve been an athlete. Not a talented one, but at least a good one. I need to train some more, but I don’t know if we’ll beat the opponent.
Mimi
traveling on over-developed ground
I can’t touch the sky, can’t fly, I’m not made with such love as your metal birds.
rocky terrain is blown to pieces at my feet,
and you can complain all you want about the long journey ahead-
but rest assured i will get you to where you need to go.
neonchandelier
plowing through the blizzard on my way home, i was numb from leaving them behind. i’d never fancied myself giving up on anything or anyone, but the rumble of the wheels beneath my feet kept laughing,
we knew you couldn’t do it we knew you couldn’t we knew
I think I’ve been on a train once before, when I was very young. My mother, she doesnt like buying food on transportation places so she packed food. We had boiled eggs, i think… was it delicious? I’m not sure. But the memory is fond.
Helen
choo choo- flying by- leaving the world behind- destination unknown- darkness you may find. blinding lights- blood and tears. screams echo into the night
Sidrah
My boyfriend is a life long Thomas The Tank Engine fan. We watched a video of it together. I fell asleep in his arms. I felt bad that I missed his show but…it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
I’m terrified of getting hit by a train.
Ellen
unescapable we go round and round
i never understood what it was about why people tried
but i guess it’s to numb the past
to pretend it’s ok just hopping from train car to train car
hoping praying maybe this will be my last one maybe
i can make my home where i’m dumped off
make myself a place
Girl
The train ride was long and painfully slow, stopping at every possible station, it seemed, just to piss me off. I looked out the window and watched the train stop at yet another station, not knowing the person that would get on at this stop would change my life forever. In a negative way, of course, because that’s just how screwed up my life is.
As I climbed up the decrepit steps of the tunnel to the tracks above, I could smell the lilac perfume my grandmother like to wear. She boarded the train and waved goodbye; I didn’t realize she meant “goodbye forever.”
Patrick Morin
mpika sto treno kai piga kai piga kai pou eftasa pali edw n s agapw kai na mou leipeis ,s auti ti diadromi pou mazi kaname mia mera me zesti kai feggari…stotreno ksana tha bw kai tha mou leipseis ksana..
vaggie-p
Everyone was there, people I knew and didn’t knew, people I recognized and never saw before in my life. It seemed like the entire town was there to see our boys off. He and I looked each other in the eyes silently. I wanted to say something, but I knew if I tried my composure would flake off and I would start crying. So we just looked at each other.
“All aboard!” called the stationmaster(??). The bell whistled through the station, and he knew it was time to go.
Anna
trains just come and go. they cross beutiful landscapes and have a strong pace feature. i tend to get bored and things about
nick iak
Every year since as long as I can remember, my favorite part of the Christmas season was setting up my trains underneath the fresh pine tree. I had a whole collection of model trains and houses to build a village that dated back to my father’s childhood. I spent countless hours just starring at the trains, speeding across the platform.
These words,
I tell ya,
I never write about them
Never ever ever ever ever
skirting round a wall
skirting round a ball
skirting and flirting but not connecting
not coming too close
just enough
far from
and so on.
Training
daz
no one uses trains anymore. everyone loves cars, which pollute the air even worse than trains do. trains would save many people money, and cause less pollution. we would also use less fossil fuels trains would last a lot longer.
I need to train myself, I need to get a better prospective on life,thought the girl with shinny red hair
margaret may
i took the train. i thought about everythign that was happening. my music pumped beats into my ear. i took the train, and thought about how much worse off i could be.
sometimes i miss catching trains. also buses. i used to love the long train rides to wollongong, i would listen to music usually all wrong for the mood i would be expected to have when i arrived. so i would beat my boyfriend those nights.
j pulp
I looked out of the window. I tried to see you for the last time. The train started to move. Where are you? Where will you be? Where am I going?
mellow
I like to feel the wind in my hair whenever I stick my head out of the window to feel the harsh wind blowing in my ears. It muffs out everything else, temporarily dissociating me from reality.
Meredith
i love riding on a train and used to do this when i had just graduated from high school and had a job downtown. The train was just down the block from my house.
nc
i prefer trains to buuses. trains give you the opportunity to wa lk and talk. you can also enjoy the landscape.
Al
I hate women in the trains. They make me want to punch them. things are easier but if dealt with tact. But I still hate them.
A train is a moving life. Soaring through the plains, and places to go. I want to go on a train ride, and feel the Earth bounding and soaring underneath me. This is the treasure of a train.
Train of thought. So many words whirling around my brain, yet none seem to connect into anything usable once I open my mouth. You don’t have a clue what I’m feeling or thinking for you. My brain to mouth filter is just too strong, I need to open the flow a little so you don’t go your whole life never knowing I care.
Francis hopped aboard the 7:40 train to Mephis in October of 2018. The air was brisk, yet warm, and Franchis was in high spirits about today’s adventures. The sights, the smells of the train, all combined the growing mumbles, shouts, honks, and whistles of a city beginning to awaken.
I love that song “Hey soul sister” by train. I love trains. I remember riding on a train when I was just a wee little tot. It was lots of fun. The train was red!
waste money
waste money as dumping into the sea
the rails were rubbed smooth from the constant traffic, they were quiet and they only whined the arrival of an approaching train once or twice a year now.
You are at a DILAPIDATED TRAIN STATION. RAILROAD TRACKS extend to the NORTH and SOUTH. What do you do?
> eat sandwich
You would eat a sandwich, but you should probably follow the RAILROAD TRACKS instead.
> go west
There’s nothing of interest that way, unlike the RAILROAD TRACKS, which are very interesting.
> look train station
It’s just a train station. Some exquisite, beckoning RAILROAD TRACKS extend to the NORTH and SOUTH.
Pulled instead of pushed I follow into an apathetic realisem of consent without question…
Train across the country
Cheaper than a plane
See the mountains
See the rivers
The cows and fields of grain
We rock and rumble over tracks
And hope to get there soon
A train that looks so pretty
Under a cresent moon
Across the old steel bridges
From the start until the end
That train that we will travel on
Times lost forgotten friend
train
I rode on a train for 30 years working in Philadelphia at the old prison. I met some crazy folks on that train
The sun was rising over the train station, but I wouldn’t stay to see it reflect off the gleaming metallic tops. I was going to board that train, sit in the car as it sped across the country — far from everything I ever knew, a cleansing of the mind freeing me from the hell hole of remembering a different memory every time I walked around the corner.
the sequence glistened as the sun warmed its way through the tiny stained glass window. The beauty that walked before was magnificent, but the train of the wedding dress shone the love that had been sewn into it, by what can only be shown through the love of a mothers hands.
Wreck, off the tracks, crash!!!!>>>>>>>>>………….
The view from a train window always fascinates me. It’s not what’s in here, this carriage, that counts. It’s what’s out there. The house in that valley. I want to knock on their door and say hello.
I love thomas the tank engine, and the train that could, especially the train that could. A thick golden band that could withstand any wreckage, spread wide on the floor.
My journey on the train was ominous as usual. I felt alone, yet surrounded by busy, loud, bustling types. People who work. People who have a life. I have a life too but it doesn’t feel like it when I’m on the train.
I’ve been training every day to try and get my team to do better. I’ve been an athlete. Not a talented one, but at least a good one. I need to train some more, but I don’t know if we’ll beat the opponent.
traveling on over-developed ground
I can’t touch the sky, can’t fly, I’m not made with such love as your metal birds.
rocky terrain is blown to pieces at my feet,
and you can complain all you want about the long journey ahead-
but rest assured i will get you to where you need to go.
plowing through the blizzard on my way home, i was numb from leaving them behind. i’d never fancied myself giving up on anything or anyone, but the rumble of the wheels beneath my feet kept laughing,
we knew you couldn’t do it we knew you couldn’t we knew
I think I’ve been on a train once before, when I was very young. My mother, she doesnt like buying food on transportation places so she packed food. We had boiled eggs, i think… was it delicious? I’m not sure. But the memory is fond.
choo choo- flying by- leaving the world behind- destination unknown- darkness you may find. blinding lights- blood and tears. screams echo into the night
My boyfriend is a life long Thomas The Tank Engine fan. We watched a video of it together. I fell asleep in his arms. I felt bad that I missed his show but…it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
I’m terrified of getting hit by a train.
unescapable we go round and round
i never understood what it was about why people tried
but i guess it’s to numb the past
to pretend it’s ok just hopping from train car to train car
hoping praying maybe this will be my last one maybe
i can make my home where i’m dumped off
make myself a place
The train ride was long and painfully slow, stopping at every possible station, it seemed, just to piss me off. I looked out the window and watched the train stop at yet another station, not knowing the person that would get on at this stop would change my life forever. In a negative way, of course, because that’s just how screwed up my life is.
As I climbed up the decrepit steps of the tunnel to the tracks above, I could smell the lilac perfume my grandmother like to wear. She boarded the train and waved goodbye; I didn’t realize she meant “goodbye forever.”
mpika sto treno kai piga kai piga kai pou eftasa pali edw n s agapw kai na mou leipeis ,s auti ti diadromi pou mazi kaname mia mera me zesti kai feggari…stotreno ksana tha bw kai tha mou leipseis ksana..
Everyone was there, people I knew and didn’t knew, people I recognized and never saw before in my life. It seemed like the entire town was there to see our boys off. He and I looked each other in the eyes silently. I wanted to say something, but I knew if I tried my composure would flake off and I would start crying. So we just looked at each other.
“All aboard!” called the stationmaster(??). The bell whistled through the station, and he knew it was time to go.
trains just come and go. they cross beutiful landscapes and have a strong pace feature. i tend to get bored and things about
Every year since as long as I can remember, my favorite part of the Christmas season was setting up my trains underneath the fresh pine tree. I had a whole collection of model trains and houses to build a village that dated back to my father’s childhood. I spent countless hours just starring at the trains, speeding across the platform.
These words,
I tell ya,
I never write about them
Never ever ever ever ever
skirting round a wall
skirting round a ball
skirting and flirting but not connecting
not coming too close
just enough
far from
and so on.
Training
no one uses trains anymore. everyone loves cars, which pollute the air even worse than trains do. trains would save many people money, and cause less pollution. we would also use less fossil fuels trains would last a lot longer.
I need to train myself, I need to get a better prospective on life,thought the girl with shinny red hair
i took the train. i thought about everythign that was happening. my music pumped beats into my ear. i took the train, and thought about how much worse off i could be.
sometimes i miss catching trains. also buses. i used to love the long train rides to wollongong, i would listen to music usually all wrong for the mood i would be expected to have when i arrived. so i would beat my boyfriend those nights.
I looked out of the window. I tried to see you for the last time. The train started to move. Where are you? Where will you be? Where am I going?
I like to feel the wind in my hair whenever I stick my head out of the window to feel the harsh wind blowing in my ears. It muffs out everything else, temporarily dissociating me from reality.
i love riding on a train and used to do this when i had just graduated from high school and had a job downtown. The train was just down the block from my house.
i prefer trains to buuses. trains give you the opportunity to wa lk and talk. you can also enjoy the landscape.
I hate women in the trains. They make me want to punch them. things are easier but if dealt with tact. But I still hate them.