The brakes are squeaking
as it pulls up,
and the door slams open
as makes it’s stop
It is all stop and go
the faces all look different,
there is hardly anyone
that I even know
We all jerk too and fro
shaking with vibration,
like this engines
is ready to blow
Sometimes I wonder
if I will ever get there,
stop after stop
were not getting anywhere
People jump off
and people jump on,
I have to wonder where
all the time has gone
A contest entry
- QUICKIE, ENDS SUNDAY by TheRoughDraft.
380 points, ended April 20, 2008, 9 entries
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Comments
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Very nice. Good descriptions and i like the underlying message.
'the faces all look different'
I like that notion of everything being different and the same... Few gramatical errors but its a Good write
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