#transportation
All malady malaise enshrines
downstage – we set to rise or fall
a ****** apart from clarity,
false liberty, put on for all.
Such dryness cracks our throat,
devoid of verdance and the warming coat
of piles of people – weary from the dance,
they take their chances on
the Interstate, arresting dawn
with red-and-blue-make-white line fever.
Be an eager steward of resource:
get on their power-horse -
inflict the distance on our hearts,
the petals strewn apart, so lost
without a core, and more, the chore
of wilting in an unseen way
upstaged by autumn leaves -
deceives the quickness of the exit.
Unsuggested dreams arise,
waft in, disrupt
the lover from his lies
to reason, cheap endeavor
mold’ring in the square.
You’re there
to show Afraid up,
grace the curtains with a knowing bow
below to one door down:
disharmony beneath the stage,
each quaver screaming to itself,
“Get on my page.”
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:32 PM UTC
If electric bicycles
Are not technically vehicles;
Then they are subject
To the same rules, protections, and treatments
As that of pedestrians & traditional cyclists.
If electric bicycles
Are technically vehicles;
Then they are subject
To the same laws, accommodations, and treatments
As that of operators & traditional motorists.
You can have elements of either
Without the full embrace of one,
But this creates confusion.
Not only on the part of the individual,
But legislatively & judicially.
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 10:20 PM UTC
If your love was transportation, no hesitation I'm on a mission, your company heads to the rightful destination. State of elation. A thought of you equivalent to paradise, BLESSING haven. She's beautiful like heaven.
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Love, transportation, destination, beautification, blessing, Heaven - C9fm
Apr 28, 2023
Apr 28, 2023 at 5:00 AM UTC
I push from the middle to take flight,
The World's weight dissipates
My mood shifts
And joy washes over.
Memories stretch so far,
I taste past freedoms.
Greedily, I devour
Happiness.
Soaring
My face blissful
I am connected with my girlhood.
I love my bike.
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 11:42 AM UTC
as the bus pulls along the lazy river on Main,
a slouching mind and pressed cheek is a swimmer,
dipping toes
and meanwhile
the gentle murmur of pool-goers living inaudibly,
like hunched bunches
in shawls of shade
(interrupted only
by the occasional l-urch)
nodding, nodding
off and on and off and
into the water,
the swimmer slips in
...
Here, it is heaven on earth
an oasis
...
and the mind swims ever so far
ever so deep
...
i wonder...
...
and outside
a boy, barefoot
runs upstream
a shimmering second
an apparition of summer?
and out of sight
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
chimneys and cobbles
from a long time ago
decorating this city
the place that we know
like the back of our hands
traced with blue lines
matching the transportation
the stops drooping with vines
plants rich with rainwater
that drips from the sky
a sky gray like concrete
dotted with birds that fly by
looking for a warmer vacation
with a sun that can shine
strong enough for imposing clouds
they're looking, but i've found mine
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC
delayed, service changed
we are the trailblazers
struggling through stone and soil
and motor oil slicks,
slip on the gap
WATCH IT!
we are the city rats,
scurrying between streets,
along rails that could **** us
and that have.
service changes, trains collide
we take deep breaths, and swipe,
we cant swim so we'll slide
through sunken subway lines.
at show time we'll roll our eyes
but smile on the sly.
we're in this **** together
so delays aside, we ride.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 1:17 AM UTC
It was born small,
A drop of water in a tub of oil,
But the inevitable happened:
It grew,
It engulfed me,
Like an infinite sclera.
A distorted mirror,
Some part of me
Knew it was false,
But the tendrils of transformation
Restrained me, It hurt,
But it was also pure ecstasy.
Now I cannot reject its pleasure,
I now know who I am,
The tendrils guided me,
At a small cost of ignorant bliss,
I now know who I am,
I am Chelsea Krona.
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
EVIL rides in SUVs with the windows all blacked out.
HONOR drives a plug in car that leaves no resdue behind.
APATHY rides in secondhand Nissans with the clear coat
flaking off.
CELEBRATION rides in limos with open tops for standing up in.
TRAGEDY rides in a long black hearse with all the horses
under the hood.
BRAVERY drives a bright red Moped that cuts in and out of
traffic.
POVERTY must ride the bus in a much too long commute.
ARROGANCE drives an escalade that’s the fourth left turn on a
yellow.
BOREDOM drives a station wagon missing the left rear
hubcap.
PANIC races in the family car where panting and blowing
isn't helping.
HAPPINESS drives almost anything with a baby in the back
seat.
MACHO drives a Ford F350 with wheels even bigger than
his ego.
MELTING *** preens in a souped-up Chevy that dances like a
hip-hop star.
PRETEEN rides a bicycle and dreams of a Mustang.
YOUTH hauls *** in a Jeep Wrangler with the rag top
down.
MIDLIFE CRISIS rides a Harley in a group of seven on weekends.
OLD AGE drives slowly in an ’83 Chrysler Imperial that
won't fit in the parking spaces.
LOVE floats along on hopes and dreams and has no
need of wheels.
ljm
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
The moon's glow holds nothing special tonight,
As someone so brilliant glimmers before my eyes.
It is captivating the way green eyes sparkle in moonlight,
The way rosy lips lightly release quiet sighs.
I am transported to other places, when there I gaze,
And you remain at my side wherever I roam.
You peel away the pain that has lingered like a haze,
Deciding that you will never leave me alone.
And on quiet nights, when there are no sounds in the air,
My mind wanders to the holder of my love.
Ponders green eyes that mesmerize as they stare,
Invalidating the glowing moon above.
I close my eyes on those quiet nights, and you appear,
Existing beside me to calm my shaking form.
Your embrace vanquishing my fear,
Calming this tumultuous storm.
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
you can take all your aeroplanes
dump 'em all in the deep blue sea
said you can take all them aeroplanes
dump 'em all in the deep blue sea
say, i don't need no plane to fly me
i got my own smooth pair of wings
you can take all your automobiles
park 'em all in a big green field
said you can take all them automobiles
park 'em all in a big green field
say, i don't need no car to drive me
i got my own cool set of wheels
you can take all of your trains
and run 'em off the track
said you can take all of them trains
just run 'em right off the track
don't need no locomotive engine
i got the blues, i'll blow my stack
(better get back)
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 7:17 AM UTC
It is the most intimate a situation he had ever found himself in.
On a public transport, after someone had left their roost,
He had replaced himself in their seat.
An odd sensation went through him as he sat down,
The feeling that he was trespassing in someone else's skin,
Learning things about them they hadn't meant to leave behind.
He felt their warmth, the way the seat contoured to them
And he knew not their name.
There were feelings left in the seat
Sadness, depression and pain saturated the resting place,
Yet something lifted his heart out of his chest,
Rising from his perch and flying to the sky.
Hope had also been found through the prior resident,
Remaining in the seat like a lost wallet.
He drew on this remarkable gift amid the monotony of the rocking subway;
The gratification he felt toward this unknowing Maecenas was not to be extinguished,
At least for that one blissful moment found on
Public transportation.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
I'm walking a path that goes nowhere
Riding on a train to eternity
Flying to infinity
Biking to forever
Running to limitless
But my shoes are falling apart
My train is derailed
My plane is crashing
My bike is rusting
My legs are failing
But I'm okay for now
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
You do something alone
for the first time in your life.
So you have no one else.
so you have no one else.
You're paranoid, shaking, wanting ever so much to leave. Fearing something
tragic will happen and it will be the end of the world.
So you're scared.
So you're scared.
You look at everyone else. You feel so insecure like never before. Seems like they all know what they're doing.
So it seems.
So it seems.
So you begin your task, and you start to panic.
You think you can't.
You think you can't.
You cringe when someone comes to you. You then look them in the eye as you are frightened by their power. You admit that you are paranoid and in a scared stage.
You admit.
You admit.
They see where you are and they understand. And you have no need to be nervous.
Anything can be fixed. It's a leaning experience.
You relax and breathe in and out all the stress and negativity you made in your own head and skull.
Now, you have done this task. Next time you say you have done it before, and when you do it again you will say to yourself,
So you can
So you can.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
I made my own stop.
I made my own end of the line.
I made my own terminal.
I end here.
Someone died here today;
the start of their journey,
and the end of my own.
oil blood urine
fluids of mechanic and natural origins.
I peddle my wares;
I sell my sweat;
I am an energy salesman.
I ride this rail on rubber, not steel.
I do not intend to steer clear
but still be clear when the front-end is near.
Electric elephants bound to acrobat playgrounds.
Painted Tusks as valuable as my soul.
I do not meddle with my pedal:
joules of life grow more valuable.
energy exchanged
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
“Thanks for the ride.”
I often say.
With no car and only a bike or a bus
To get me around.
If my friends (or even strangers at times)
Will give me rides I can only
Say I’m blessed.
I hate those contraptions that
Buzz around.
So cut off from others unlike a bus,
Yet so fast unlike a bike.
It can take you anywhere unlike a bus.
I’m in love with cars just like every other American,
But please cut down on the greenhouse gases
For the future.
I still hate cars.
Maybe even those that have them think the same.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
The journey through time
The railing that became mine
It was the Amtrak Broadway Limited experience
New York City to Chicago in endurance
Railing all the way
The Diesel engine and the passenger cars
A Diner aboard but had to go far
A journey into tomorrow
My story on morrow
Speeding through the Amish fields
One wave in the greetings deal
A nighttime approach
Sleeping good in my coach
Crossing flashing signal lights
The whole ride being a sight
In the distance Chicago stands tall
The Sears Tower being the observation for all
The train finally puts into Chicago Union Station
My 7 days vacation being the indication
I stepped off the train
Chicago is far from being plain
My return trip home to New York will be by train
My everlasting memories in what will remain.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC