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"chugga" poems
My ears pick up the sounds coming close chugga chugga choo choo patiently wait while excitement infects my bones my cold squinting eyes scan the track train is inching into sight shaky cold legs, counting seconds till arrival one two three four five six seconds the train yields with screaming loudness ears yell to hands mittens push over ears with intent to rescue see the conductor, let the wind push  me to the entrance put headphones in and get lost in a world of my own blast off, the train soars and my mind wanders with a wandering mind I am leaning against a frosted window                                     suddenly my head bumps off the window and the train comes yielding one two three four five six seconds I feel panic shoot through my veins we had not even reached a second stop heads turn and questions are passed around like candy on halloween careless and free I see the hat of a conductor bobbling,coming closer "a man has been killed on the tracks" "we can no longer run this train" one woman, " well what the hell am I supposed to do now?" one man, " where do I go now? I have places to be." other faces" angry and filled with eyes of annoyance" One two three four five six seconds people begin to put foot after foot, stomp off a train left lost in my mind but in whole different world once again one two three four five six seconds Conductor: Miss are you ok? silently I get off the train one two three four five six seconds life is gone a man has perished all aboard the train of realization all aboard the train of ignorance once two three four five six seconds what has happened to the regard for human life?
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
All Aboard
My ears pick up the sounds coming close chugga chugga choo choo patiently wait while excitement infects my bones my cold squinting eyes scan the track train is inching into sight shaky cold legs, counting seconds till arrival one two three four five six seconds the train yields with screaming loudness ears yell to hands mittens push over ears with intent to rescue see the conductor, let the wind push  me to the entrance put headphones in and get lost in a world of my own blast off, the train soars and my mind wanders with a wandering mind I am leaning against a frosted window                                     suddenly my head bumps off the window and the train comes yielding one two three four five six seconds I feel panic shoot through my veins we had not even reached a second stop heads turn and questions are passed around like candy on halloween careless and free I see the hat of a conductor bobbling,coming closer "a man has been killed on the tracks" "we can no longer run this train" one woman, " well what the hell am I supposed to do now?" one man, " where do I go now? I have places to be." other faces" angry and filled with eyes of annoyance" One two three four five six seconds people begin to put foot after foot, stomp off a train left lost in my mind but in whole different world once again one two three four five six seconds Conductor: Miss are you ok? silently I get off the train one two three four five six seconds life is gone a man has perished all aboard the train of realization all aboard the train of ignorance once two three four five six seconds what has happened to the regard for human life?
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
Snack Time Rhyme
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I thought I kneww, I thought knew I Could escape the escape from this the prismiatic prism that scatters the living litmus of tasty languish. I was electrocuted but did not die I was hyptotized but had no thoughts of mine me oh my my crastle crashing westgate smashing I weas blown up torn up ****** up I slipped up caught ciggarette hiccups blue smoke the green **** tar ton in my lungs whisper wheeze the crispy fleece of tubular micro breeze I make no sense to anyone but myself and all this is just play like, vaporize the suit and tie dusty wish stuff made from mildew soft hush *** rush wishing wash upon a star starling colors bleed from mars upon my head the rain again again a grain from solar trains a chugga choo of clothes pin gentle wind smell that touch this soft light flutter white sheet skin glow rainbow window crystal glass slow mo tumble punch gut trouble crystal shatter toes and scatter scar sardonic stars breach the shift of rock ah roll ah cokeacola box ah living oh ah mocha coffee candy sweetly sickly Motion moving frames repeating the subliminal superluminal transfuckafying metamorphic metaphors leaky brain
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 7:36 PM UTC
I think theres a faucet in my head
It's when I think of you, Chugga chugga choo choo, The train of thoughts goes through, Longer and longer the tracks grew, I swear I saw him kissing yo- Overthink. You colored yourself nice, Upon a canvas made of ice, The things I had to sacrifice, Threw myself off the precipice, Thinking I would find para- Compunction. It's got me vexed, Got me drunk-texting my ex, Wondering how she's so relaxed, Who she's sleeping with next, Was it the love or was it the se- Never mind. Moving on.
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Nov 14, 2022
Nov 14, 2022 at 10:12 AM UTC
Incomplete thoughts.
Who dropped a hat? Now I'm ****** look at that. Oh, nobody did? Same effect, mad again. It's funny, it's sad. Calm down, lad! It'll be fine, wait, On a dime turned irate. Off the tracks, In the yard. Jokers face On every card Look out, Chugga choo. Metal storm Boom boom In your Living room Going and It's going And it's Down The hall Walk-in closet gone All the hats fall.
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Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
Frayed feather for the crooked crown