humor
Wrong Train!
Quick note: in Chicago we have trains and we also have different colors, hard to explain but it’s color coded and basically the blue line takes you to O’Hare and also to Downtown but they’re opposite directions! If someone wants to go to the airport then they wait for the train where the sign says O’Hare! And if someone wants to go to downtown they wait for the train with the sign that says Forest Park! We have the blue line, red line, brown line, green line, orange line, pink line, purple line, and yellow line. I remember when I had my first job and on the first day I took the brown line train but I took the wrong direction and it is not a great feeling!
By Diani Alvarenga2 years ago in Poets
Blue
I find colours tracing the entrails of syllables and lines. There are music notes hidden beneath the vowels and periods and every little word has been used a thousand times. I associate family with weekdays, and weekdays with colours. The most calming and beautiful one writes poems for me. I wish I could wear it and hold it in the palms of my hands, to paint it over my body and dye my hair and skin the brilliant butterfly colour. Here, have some blue, calm yourself. Yellow sweaters. Turning blue-knots. Sitting silently in the crying rain. Teeth churning into milk, pooling endlessly onto the rusted rails of an old subway station named red with the Abyss. Forget-me-nots lace the tracks, resembling the liquifying amnesia I choose to forget.
By Mya Doerksen2 years ago in Poets
