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Up north there's this thing called queuing
Down south it looks more like ******* looting
I can see the trouble brewing
Squeezing on the tube – can't even get my ******* shoe in
Some of these miserable ******* look like they need shooting
Stuck on the northern line back to Tooting
Skywlkr Feb 8
I May be Stranded but......
I Feel Better than I had been.......
Stuck on a Train I Begin to Feel The Pain Causing my Heart Plenty of Strain the Reason for my Issue is Too hard to Explain.
But now off the Train and Standing in the Rain,,  <^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^>
Can't Remember what my Mind was Sayin, it Must have just been Playin,,,
But how to get Home "I Dont Know" so I just Start Prayin,,,,,,,,,,
Yep ****** travelling but at same time it leads to some random adventures being stranded hahahhaha aw what!
Josh Feb 8
she was there but somewhere else
eyes down
in love
with each note she sat, strumming
casting her into motion
transporting her
to each secret location
her heart chose to take her
OpenWorldView Nov 2018
Shoving, pushing, a high pitched row.
Nerves so tense, lids to blow.
What an insane nuthouse show.
Morning commutes are not healthy.
Ms Noma Oct 2018
The tube, the tube
It aches my head
I feel subdued
Like heavy lead

The screeching rails
The blurring black
The noisy wails
Of train on track

Machine holds man
In this hot oven
Sit or stand
None here to govern

Just one law
You must adhere
That is make sure
To never peer!
Anya Sep 2018
Proteins oh Proteins,
How much you do for us!

You are our support
The framework keeping us up
The bones under our skin

You are the mad scientist
encouraging chemical reactions within us
Enzymes, catalyzing reactions

You are our traffic regulators
Signaling how much,
Like insulin regulating glucose in the blood

You are the detectives within us
Figuring out what it bad
Then flagging it for destruction

You are our truck drivers
Shuttling materials to
and fro
Hemoglobin, carrying oxygen from the lungs

You are our storage
Our shelves packed to the brim with
Like ferritin storing iron in our bodies

There is so much you do
That is key to our survival
However shall I remember all you do
for my test tomorrow?
Anya Sep 2018
There's a mansion on a hill
I've seen it numerous times
I've never been inside

It's said to belong to an old woman
Who is very selective
in who enters her domain

Either you're an insignificant servant
And you slip inside
Through a back door

A tiny molecule diffusing
from high to low concentration

Or, you're a personal servant
Then, you gain special access
Still, through the back door

Water molecule
Diffusing through osmosis

After that are ordinary guests,
aided by the butler
through the front door

Facilitated diffusion
Molecules carried or channeled

And finally,
the VIP's  
Welcomed by a great procession
Through a special VIP door
invited by the madam
with great effort

Active transport
From low to high concentration
Requiring added energy

But despite this selectivity
of who can and cannot enter
That old mansion on the hill
And the jobs it provides
Is essential to the livelihood
Of the people in this town

Just like the cell membrane to our bodies
I tried another science analogy one. Personally I like my amino acid and fats ones better but I don't know. We'll see.
Daniel J Weller Jul 2018
Bus conversation
Brought rhythm to impeded
Speech like free-est jazz

Be-bop syllables
Legato then staccato
Neither with cadence

It sounded as if
Commas, were, splitting, each, word
Then, each, sy, lla, ble.
Bus journey through Lambeth, London, July 2018
Miira Jun 2018
The Vessel
Something that allows me to release my past
And have the capacity for my uncertain future

The Vessel
Something that can transport me fast
While having my safety ensured

The Vessel
Something that drove past
All the obstacles that have been giving me pressure

The Vessel
Like a steady vehicle that has a vast
Space that can fit in my past, present and future
Dan Jamison May 2018
Hopped up on sugar
fighting for the spotlight
of an overworked mother's eye
Handrails hold place of a gym
in the jungle for these albino apes
Young kids should not be taken on public transport
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