funny...what comes to mind while on the way to uni...
sitting in a subway
some corner in the back
watching and observing
fascinated by the people
the old woman
with warm wooly socks
the grimmy face
the woman with 3 children
and a baby crying
fussing yelling at
the other 3 to sit down
stress marks her face
At the next halt
the drunkard stumbles in
with a peculiar smile
ragged clothes
and a bottle in a bag
The teenage boys behind me
music roaring, some hiphop tune
one of them
forcing a shoe out the window
to my left i hear an oriental tune
some couple making out
she's all over him
I see the musician with the guitar
some secret in his eyes
the punk
the old man with a cigar
singing some veteran song
students
some studying
making final notes
others looking weary
through the window
someplace far away
giggling kinky girls
looking in their bags
high heels
mini-skirt
that guy looks hot
All generations
confined to one room
all together
make one perfect picture
we call it a united world
and yet if you look careful
it's more like a puzzle
each person forming a piece
none being a part of the other
individual and unique
for a few seconds
you can be apart of another world
you can see the edge of something
you can never fully perceive
It's time to get off the sub
take my world with me
and i realise
we're strangers
that get on get off
consuming everything
in the end meaning nothing
being empty
surrounded by people
yet alone.
Poetry by one of many
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Written on 2007-04-29 at 18:49
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Subway thoughts
sitting in a subway
some corner in the back
watching and observing
fascinated by the people
the old woman
with warm wooly socks
the grimmy face
the woman with 3 children
and a baby crying
fussing yelling at
the other 3 to sit down
stress marks her face
At the next halt
the drunkard stumbles in
with a peculiar smile
ragged clothes
and a bottle in a bag
The teenage boys behind me
music roaring, some hiphop tune
one of them
forcing a shoe out the window
to my left i hear an oriental tune
some couple making out
she's all over him
I see the musician with the guitar
some secret in his eyes
the punk
the old man with a cigar
singing some veteran song
students
some studying
making final notes
others looking weary
through the window
someplace far away
giggling kinky girls
looking in their bags
high heels
mini-skirt
that guy looks hot
All generations
confined to one room
all together
make one perfect picture
we call it a united world
and yet if you look careful
it's more like a puzzle
each person forming a piece
none being a part of the other
individual and unique
for a few seconds
you can be apart of another world
you can see the edge of something
you can never fully perceive
It's time to get off the sub
take my world with me
and i realise
we're strangers
that get on get off
consuming everything
in the end meaning nothing
being empty
surrounded by people
yet alone.
Poetry by one of many
Read 599 times
Written on 2007-04-29 at 18:49
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