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#tram
Faces unknown, side by side; Cooperating and mingling; Looking for a better spot, and yet, heading the same way. Everyone becomes equal, Everyone pays the same fare, Everyone has a life, Each as complex as the rest. Every face is new, Every mood different. holding some mystery, Each different, None less or more. A game of patience; Waiting to reach the end of one path, And the beginning of another. A hurry to get up, and get down. A bus, a metro, a train, An auto and an aeroplane, The modest pace of a tram, The coziness of a shuttle van. The stories in a public transport, Are things I wouldn't wanna miss. I shall never, for the life of me, Stop traveling in public transport. Without it, I wouldn't be me.
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
Public Transport
staring contest in public transport and the stranger’s eyes were her passport passed the check at customs crossed the borders of an impulse I was hers and she was mine until the station my coffee daydreams mad with jealousy because reality was standing true in front of me
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Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
Stranger
I prefer avoid using the Public transport; when i have to go Out early in the mornings, there are Only two ways as my commute: The traffic jam, the real queue of metal, Man; and the sealed can on the rails with the slingshot attached to its roof; not bad A thing itself; but early in the mornings it is Usually crowded with scorching, scolding Despising each other people; hard to Avoid thinking something negative in a Place like this; so I would rather just walk To my place of study; to study people and Actions and their consequences by the Mere observing; for ‘tis my the only work For now: to observe and note
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Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 11:15 PM UTC
The Morning Ponderings
A shoeless man aboard an expedition into the unknown With overgrown nails bathing in warmth, Grasping a primordial camera, searching for focus Amidst an evermoving piece of land, Restricted to the callous one meter pane - All that he could ever call his own. Cautious gazing intertwined with Tapping feet and unkempt hair. As a poisonous addiction engulfs the air Of which he thinks he can breathe no more One last breath for the journey Home.
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Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 9:16 AM UTC
Sixty-Seven
As I take a stroll every evening There in those woods so green I watch come to me from afar A yellow tram with a red scar The tram comes from a future I conceived in the past A world with a ****** culture I once designed to last Now as I board the tram I journey to my end For my future is a sham My death’s a trend But the tram changed course And travels back in time For my past’s the true source Of each and every crime The tram moves fast And the woods go brown As I reached my past I got down with a frown It took me some time I righted my past I cremated my crime Returned at last As I strolled the after evening Within my mind ever so green I perceived a thought afar Yellow, but without a scar.
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Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 1:05 AM UTC
THE YELLOW TRAM WITH A RED SCAR
Shortly, the tram screams in the bend of the beach road -- along with the gulls.
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Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 3:16 AM UTC
[ Shortly, the tram screams ]