#trainspotting - Hello Poetry

Choose life Choose peace Choose your name And the god you believe in Choose your prison Choose your cage Choose the noise that keeps you sane Choose your truth Choose your lies Choose the headline of the week Choose the passing time Choose wisely You don't get to do that twice Choose life, Let it chew you on, chew you out Choose life

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Feb 8

Feb 8, 2026 at 3:56 PM UTC

greta-2

Renton

Choose life Choose peace Choose your name And the god you believe in Choose your prison Choose your cage Choose the noise that keeps you sane Choose your truth Choose your lies Choose the headline of the week Choose the passing time Choose wisely You don't get to do that twice Choose life, Let it chew you on, chew you out Choose life

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Just a perfect day, drink Sangria in the park And then later, when it gets dark, we go home Just a perfect day, feed animals in the zoo Then later, a movie too and then home Oh, it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh, such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on Just a perfect day, problems all left alone Weekenders on our own, it's such fun Just a perfect day, you made me forget myself I thought I was someone else, someone good Oh, it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh, such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You're going to reap just what you sow

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Dec 25, 2025

Dec 25, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC

badwords

Perfect Day by Lou Reed

Just a perfect day, drink Sangria in the park And then later, when it gets dark, we go home Just a perfect day, feed animals in the zoo Then later, a movie too and then home Oh, it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh, such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on Just a perfect day, problems all left alone Weekenders on our own, it's such fun Just a perfect day, you made me forget myself I thought I was someone else, someone good Oh, it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh, such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You're going to reap just what you sow

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I peer out as the train moves by; Sights, sounds, and smells all combulate, It’s early, I sigh. At each town, I ponder The lives of those yonder, what secrets here make sleeping dogs lie?

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Jan 15, 2025

Jan 15, 2025 at 3:30 PM UTC

bekahalle

Trainspotting

I peer out as the train moves by; Sights, sounds, and smells all combulate, It’s early, I sigh. At each town, I ponder The lives of those yonder, what secrets here make sleeping dogs lie?

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a tourist in your own youth- Was it worth it? she would be a woman by now he had the potential to- lie back and enjoy it shooting through your veins no love, no hope, no feelings there’s nothing left inside you cold, white as a sheet, sweating, cold- heartless erratic- am i acting erratic? Who the **** are you to tell me i’m erratic? have you seen yourself? blown pupils, speed-cracked face, smiling mouth lined with E the spots on your forearms tell me you don’t have your act together but the lines around your eyes dance as if you were happy, happy to rot away at the bottom of a bottomless pit, happy to steal and score and steal and score and **** yourself slowly have you eaten yet? Do you still eat? When’s the last time you slept? i remember every day as if it were my last, i remember us in the park, i remember us in the streets, begging for change, begging for anything what did we have back then? Not even each other first there’s an opportunity, then there is betrayal who betrayed who first? does it matter or are you just hurt because you didn’t get your fix out of fit not soon enough- am i heartless? maybe so, but what does that make you? have you ever cared about anyone but yourself- have you ever cared about me? me, me , me, like a film on loop in your head no drugs can ever quiet it down a tourist in my own youth, yeah, sure, but she could have been a woman, she could have had kids of her own, she could have - where were you when i left? did you sit and cry to yourself because it wasn’t about your for once? Or was it about you but this time you didn’t want it? are you as alone as i am? I know you are. the warmth in your veins has long been replaced by- charlie took care of you do you want to, for the sake of old times, like, do you want to- let’s revive our hero one more time let him infuse us with apathy let him surge through our bodies let us share- my blood runs in your veins.

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Feb 12, 2020

Feb 12, 2020 at 5:08 AM UTC

marcogalvez

Tourist in your own youth

a tourist in your own youth- Was it worth it? she would be a woman by now he had the potential to- lie back and enjoy it shooting through your veins no love, no hope, no feelings there’s nothing left inside you cold, white as a sheet, sweating, cold- heartless erratic- am i acting erratic? Who the **** are you to tell me i’m erratic? have you seen yourself? blown pupils, speed-cracked face, smiling mouth lined with E the spots on your forearms tell me you don’t have your act together but the lines around your eyes dance as if you were happy, happy to rot away at the bottom of a bottomless pit, happy to steal and score and steal and score and **** yourself slowly have you eaten yet? Do you still eat? When’s the last time you slept? i remember every day as if it were my last, i remember us in the park, i remember us in the streets, begging for change, begging for anything what did we have back then? Not even each other first there’s an opportunity, then there is betrayal who betrayed who first? does it matter or are you just hurt because you didn’t get your fix out of fit not soon enough- am i heartless? maybe so, but what does that make you? have you ever cared about anyone but yourself- have you ever cared about me? me, me , me, like a film on loop in your head no drugs can ever quiet it down a tourist in my own youth, yeah, sure, but she could have been a woman, she could have had kids of her own, she could have - where were you when i left? did you sit and cry to yourself because it wasn’t about your for once? Or was it about you but this time you didn’t want it? are you as alone as i am? I know you are. the warmth in your veins has long been replaced by- charlie took care of you do you want to, for the sake of old times, like, do you want to- let’s revive our hero one more time let him infuse us with apathy let him surge through our bodies let us share- my blood runs in your veins.

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Choose the lie that you were ever in love with anyone other than yourself Choose the lie that you were ever in love with yourself Choose friends that you share but a skin-deep connection with Choose loneliness in a crowd over the solitude of self improvement Choose instant gratification over any chance of fulfillment Choose the drink instead of realizing your potential Choose to squander instead of coming to terms with who you are Choose a window over a wall CHOOSE LIFE

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Oct 21, 2017

Oct 21, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC

Gadus

Choose Life

Choose the lie that you were ever in love with anyone other than yourself Choose the lie that you were ever in love with yourself Choose friends that you share but a skin-deep connection with Choose loneliness in a crowd over the solitude of self improvement Choose instant gratification over any chance of fulfillment Choose the drink instead of realizing your potential Choose to squander instead of coming to terms with who you are Choose a window over a wall CHOOSE LIFE

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Sometimes My thirst for love is so strong So unquenched It makes me forget who and where and what I am And I want to run Run Run away From what? Who knows I turn up the noise And run As far as I dare I don't listen to real life I don't let it in Reality cannot permeate my golden bubble My crystal casing It will protect me Until it fades Soon it will fade Nothing will be left Except for a few wisps Of bright white hair and paper To chase Or not to chase Don't let it fade! Run to the light Or find safety in the darkness Drink up the love you find Let breath rack your writhing body You deserve a thrill Then the fear comes Light Sirens Real sound (so to speak like) Lock them out! You could run for miles Keep breathing Choose life Choose life

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May 13, 2017

May 13, 2017 at 6:59 PM UTC

lady-ace

13/05/17

Sometimes My thirst for love is so strong So unquenched It makes me forget who and where and what I am And I want to run Run Run away From what? Who knows I turn up the noise And run As far as I dare I don't listen to real life I don't let it in Reality cannot permeate my golden bubble My crystal casing It will protect me Until it fades Soon it will fade Nothing will be left Except for a few wisps Of bright white hair and paper To chase Or not to chase Don't let it fade! Run to the light Or find safety in the darkness Drink up the love you find Let breath rack your writhing body You deserve a thrill Then the fear comes Light Sirens Real sound (so to speak like) Lock them out! You could run for miles Keep breathing Choose life Choose life

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Cracks in the foundation - They don't make 'em like they used to. Chipped concrete, rusted rebar Fading facade I make facile arguments Excuse myself Blame mental illness Blame the drugs, the molly years Blame ****** (I don't choose life) **** you, Ian McGregor Blame the ****** February weather Blame the itchy sweater That is life If that truly is life then, Become I conscientious objector? Already live in Canada Blame the city Blame the ***** Blame yourself They say we have agency I grasp, I reach But the fruits Are bitter sweet **** the bed honey Like Spud lovely Which lines do I keep? And who to throw away?

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Feb 24, 2016

Feb 24, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC

WhereDoIGoFromHereDorothy

Trainspotting

Cracks in the foundation - They don't make 'em like they used to. Chipped concrete, rusted rebar Fading facade I make facile arguments Excuse myself Blame mental illness Blame the drugs, the molly years Blame ****** (I don't choose life) **** you, Ian McGregor Blame the ****** February weather Blame the itchy sweater That is life If that truly is life then, Become I conscientious objector? Already live in Canada Blame the city Blame the ***** Blame yourself They say we have agency I grasp, I reach But the fruits Are bitter sweet **** the bed honey Like Spud lovely Which lines do I keep? And who to throw away?

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