╪╪╪ Capital punishment ╪╪╪
I feel trains moving,
Not as passenger.
I feel trains moving,
While I am their rail.
Electrocuted,
Bound by fastener
Of my dark, damned fate.
Life-sentence, sans bail~
#Poetry #hbp #hbp46 ←
#Depression #MentalHealth
📷 : Don Bayley
I feel trains moving,
Not as passenger.
I feel trains moving,
While I am their rail.
Electrocuted,
Bound by fastener
Of my dark, damned fate.
Life-sentence, sans bail~
#Poetry #hbp #hbp46 ←
#Depression #MentalHealth
📷 : Don Bayley
December 12, 2024 at 6:55 PM
╪╪╪ Capital punishment ╪╪╪
I feel trains moving,
Not as passenger.
I feel trains moving,
While I am their rail.
Electrocuted,
Bound by fastener
Of my dark, damned fate.
Life-sentence, sans bail~
#Poetry #hbp #hbp46 ←
#Depression #MentalHealth
📷 : Don Bayley
I feel trains moving,
Not as passenger.
I feel trains moving,
While I am their rail.
Electrocuted,
Bound by fastener
Of my dark, damned fate.
Life-sentence, sans bail~
#Poetry #hbp #hbp46 ←
#Depression #MentalHealth
📷 : Don Bayley
His voice was a dream
Memories boarding a train
Coursing thru my soul
Remind me of what was
Words collect the tears
In rivers of despair
Their voices screaming
Hearts struggle to hear
An explosion of color
Cascades from my mouth
For all the is broken
Naught talked about.
#hbp46
Memories boarding a train
Coursing thru my soul
Remind me of what was
Words collect the tears
In rivers of despair
Their voices screaming
Hearts struggle to hear
An explosion of color
Cascades from my mouth
For all the is broken
Naught talked about.
#hbp46
December 13, 2024 at 6:10 PM
His voice was a dream
Memories boarding a train
Coursing thru my soul
Remind me of what was
Words collect the tears
In rivers of despair
Their voices screaming
Hearts struggle to hear
An explosion of color
Cascades from my mouth
For all the is broken
Naught talked about.
#hbp46
Memories boarding a train
Coursing thru my soul
Remind me of what was
Words collect the tears
In rivers of despair
Their voices screaming
Hearts struggle to hear
An explosion of color
Cascades from my mouth
For all the is broken
Naught talked about.
#hbp46
In my dream, the train jolts, moving between memory and desire. I view my life from the window. A passenger in an unfolding landscape, knowing when I reach my destination I will still wonder how I got there. #hbp46
December 13, 2024 at 8:44 AM
In my dream, the train jolts, moving between memory and desire. I view my life from the window. A passenger in an unfolding landscape, knowing when I reach my destination I will still wonder how I got there. #hbp46
Through grimy windows, distant constellations of yellow sodium lights showed. I blinked, startled. The ticket-inspector approached, a clumsy machine on a strap hung over one shoulder.
He nodded at the slip of paper in my hand. "Welcome back to the 1980s"
MOVING TRAIN, can't remember boarding #hbp46
He nodded at the slip of paper in my hand. "Welcome back to the 1980s"
MOVING TRAIN, can't remember boarding #hbp46
December 12, 2024 at 8:39 PM
Through grimy windows, distant constellations of yellow sodium lights showed. I blinked, startled. The ticket-inspector approached, a clumsy machine on a strap hung over one shoulder.
He nodded at the slip of paper in my hand. "Welcome back to the 1980s"
MOVING TRAIN, can't remember boarding #hbp46
He nodded at the slip of paper in my hand. "Welcome back to the 1980s"
MOVING TRAIN, can't remember boarding #hbp46
#hbp46 "My rattling seat slowly rocked me out of my stupor. Green treetops sped past my window, and a pretty lady was pushing a trolley between the seats, selling snacks. This wasn't the alley I had drunkenly passed out in. It was a train. My hungover mind couldn't comprehend how I had gotten here."
Place: MOVING TRAIN, can't remember boarding one. #hbp46
December 12, 2024 at 9:23 PM
#hbp46 "My rattling seat slowly rocked me out of my stupor. Green treetops sped past my window, and a pretty lady was pushing a trolley between the seats, selling snacks. This wasn't the alley I had drunkenly passed out in. It was a train. My hungover mind couldn't comprehend how I had gotten here."
Jin couldn't remember boarding the moving train. Panic set into his chest when the suitcase containing Dr. Roman, the Android was gone. He felt woozy walking down the pathway like he was drunk. Worst case scenario, he thought, he was going to fight everyone on this train. #hbp46
Place: MOVING TRAIN, can't remember boarding one. #hbp46
December 12, 2024 at 8:56 PM
Jin couldn't remember boarding the moving train. Panic set into his chest when the suitcase containing Dr. Roman, the Android was gone. He felt woozy walking down the pathway like he was drunk. Worst case scenario, he thought, he was going to fight everyone on this train. #hbp46
I feel a gentle rocking. My nose is squished in on itself. I slowly open my eyes. I'm confused. I jump. It's my reflection in triplicate. It's a train window. I jumped again. How?
Wheels hit another points, I rock again. I was happier asleep.
I look up at the destination board. It's blank. #hbp46
Wheels hit another points, I rock again. I was happier asleep.
I look up at the destination board. It's blank. #hbp46
December 12, 2024 at 6:04 PM
I feel a gentle rocking. My nose is squished in on itself. I slowly open my eyes. I'm confused. I jump. It's my reflection in triplicate. It's a train window. I jumped again. How?
Wheels hit another points, I rock again. I was happier asleep.
I look up at the destination board. It's blank. #hbp46
Wheels hit another points, I rock again. I was happier asleep.
I look up at the destination board. It's blank. #hbp46
#hbp46
"You are awake. Good," Kamini offered Maya a takeaway coffee.
Maya gazed at her, the magic he had gathered dissipated as the fog lifted off his mind. He remembered rejecting her offer to go to the capital. Clearly, drinking with an assassin, who had an agenda, was stupid.
"You are awake. Good," Kamini offered Maya a takeaway coffee.
Maya gazed at her, the magic he had gathered dissipated as the fog lifted off his mind. He remembered rejecting her offer to go to the capital. Clearly, drinking with an assassin, who had an agenda, was stupid.
Place: MOVING TRAIN, can't remember boarding one. #hbp46
December 13, 2024 at 1:20 AM
#hbp46
"You are awake. Good," Kamini offered Maya a takeaway coffee.
Maya gazed at her, the magic he had gathered dissipated as the fog lifted off his mind. He remembered rejecting her offer to go to the capital. Clearly, drinking with an assassin, who had an agenda, was stupid.
"You are awake. Good," Kamini offered Maya a takeaway coffee.
Maya gazed at her, the magic he had gathered dissipated as the fog lifted off his mind. He remembered rejecting her offer to go to the capital. Clearly, drinking with an assassin, who had an agenda, was stupid.
@halfbakedprompts.bsky.social
1/2
The wheels leap from sleeper to sleeper,
clatter and rattle and shudder their shakes.
This carriage my gaol, these rails my keeper
Through the fogs of memory she shivers and wakes.
Panic-eyed she stumbles and our eyes connect
#hbp46
1/2
The wheels leap from sleeper to sleeper,
clatter and rattle and shudder their shakes.
This carriage my gaol, these rails my keeper
Through the fogs of memory she shivers and wakes.
Panic-eyed she stumbles and our eyes connect
#hbp46
December 13, 2024 at 12:05 PM
@halfbakedprompts.bsky.social
1/2
The wheels leap from sleeper to sleeper,
clatter and rattle and shudder their shakes.
This carriage my gaol, these rails my keeper
Through the fogs of memory she shivers and wakes.
Panic-eyed she stumbles and our eyes connect
#hbp46
1/2
The wheels leap from sleeper to sleeper,
clatter and rattle and shudder their shakes.
This carriage my gaol, these rails my keeper
Through the fogs of memory she shivers and wakes.
Panic-eyed she stumbles and our eyes connect
#hbp46
How did I get here
Why does my head hurt
Where am I
Why are they looking at me
Scenery whipping past
On a moving train?
This is surreal
Maybe it's just a dream
Willing myself to wake
Realizing
I already am
#hbp46
Why does my head hurt
Where am I
Why are they looking at me
Scenery whipping past
On a moving train?
This is surreal
Maybe it's just a dream
Willing myself to wake
Realizing
I already am
#hbp46
Place: MOVING TRAIN, can't remember boarding one. #hbp46
December 12, 2024 at 2:57 PM
How did I get here
Why does my head hurt
Where am I
Why are they looking at me
Scenery whipping past
On a moving train?
This is surreal
Maybe it's just a dream
Willing myself to wake
Realizing
I already am
#hbp46
Why does my head hurt
Where am I
Why are they looking at me
Scenery whipping past
On a moving train?
This is surreal
Maybe it's just a dream
Willing myself to wake
Realizing
I already am
#hbp46
A moving passenger train. Can barely remember boarding her. A mass of excited primary schoolers on a field trip to the Brick Yard in Indy, about a 20 mile trip by the Monon from our tiny town to the north. Sleek, clean, rumbling along the tracks, clickety clack, was mesmerizing. Where was I?
#hbp46
#hbp46
Place: MOVING TRAIN, can't remember boarding one. #hbp46
December 21, 2024 at 1:56 PM
A moving passenger train. Can barely remember boarding her. A mass of excited primary schoolers on a field trip to the Brick Yard in Indy, about a 20 mile trip by the Monon from our tiny town to the north. Sleek, clean, rumbling along the tracks, clickety clack, was mesmerizing. Where was I?
#hbp46
#hbp46
She woke to the shudder of metal beneath her, the floor vibrating with a relentless rhythm. The air smelled of rust and old wood, shadows stretching between crates. Then came the distant wail of a whistle. Mournful, final. A train. She was on a moving train, but couldn’t recall boarding. #hbp46
December 12, 2024 at 4:55 PM
She woke to the shudder of metal beneath her, the floor vibrating with a relentless rhythm. The air smelled of rust and old wood, shadows stretching between crates. Then came the distant wail of a whistle. Mournful, final. A train. She was on a moving train, but couldn’t recall boarding. #hbp46
@halfbakedprompts.bsky.social
2/2
‘Where am I ?’ She says, ‘I don’t recall. How did I get here?’
‘It’s not important’ I say. ‘You’re here now, so I can escape, and you’ll be their next.’
She looks around, fighting the shreds of a dream.
Then she sees she’s in shackles and lets out a scream.
#hbp46
2/2
‘Where am I ?’ She says, ‘I don’t recall. How did I get here?’
‘It’s not important’ I say. ‘You’re here now, so I can escape, and you’ll be their next.’
She looks around, fighting the shreds of a dream.
Then she sees she’s in shackles and lets out a scream.
#hbp46
December 13, 2024 at 12:05 PM
@halfbakedprompts.bsky.social
2/2
‘Where am I ?’ She says, ‘I don’t recall. How did I get here?’
‘It’s not important’ I say. ‘You’re here now, so I can escape, and you’ll be their next.’
She looks around, fighting the shreds of a dream.
Then she sees she’s in shackles and lets out a scream.
#hbp46
2/2
‘Where am I ?’ She says, ‘I don’t recall. How did I get here?’
‘It’s not important’ I say. ‘You’re here now, so I can escape, and you’ll be their next.’
She looks around, fighting the shreds of a dream.
Then she sees she’s in shackles and lets out a scream.
#hbp46
Upon this trembling train I dwell,
How I boarded, I cannot tell
The wheels do groan, the shadows wail,
A cursed path, a ghostly trail.
A ticket clutched, no place in mind,
Yet onward still, I’m fate confined
Am I the living, or the dead?
The answer looms, a fearsome dread
#hbp46 #WritingPrompt #poem
How I boarded, I cannot tell
The wheels do groan, the shadows wail,
A cursed path, a ghostly trail.
A ticket clutched, no place in mind,
Yet onward still, I’m fate confined
Am I the living, or the dead?
The answer looms, a fearsome dread
#hbp46 #WritingPrompt #poem
December 12, 2024 at 3:30 PM
Upon this trembling train I dwell,
How I boarded, I cannot tell
The wheels do groan, the shadows wail,
A cursed path, a ghostly trail.
A ticket clutched, no place in mind,
Yet onward still, I’m fate confined
Am I the living, or the dead?
The answer looms, a fearsome dread
#hbp46 #WritingPrompt #poem
How I boarded, I cannot tell
The wheels do groan, the shadows wail,
A cursed path, a ghostly trail.
A ticket clutched, no place in mind,
Yet onward still, I’m fate confined
Am I the living, or the dead?
The answer looms, a fearsome dread
#hbp46 #WritingPrompt #poem
Dust settles, and I'm coming back. We won't speak of war, the bloody streets, the burnt husks of books, or the desolate market stalls. The ocean promises the peace of nature, larger than our differences. Brine-tipped winds pour in through broken traincar glass, I breathe it in. #hbp46
December 12, 2024 at 5:34 PM
Dust settles, and I'm coming back. We won't speak of war, the bloody streets, the burnt husks of books, or the desolate market stalls. The ocean promises the peace of nature, larger than our differences. Brine-tipped winds pour in through broken traincar glass, I breathe it in. #hbp46
A jetty breaks waves as we speed past, the salty drops streaking and drying on the windows. It's hard to enjoy the blurred journey in this rattling train car, my guts churning at the hideous ignorance you've adopted, integrated, and swallowed whole. I only think of being miles away, evermore. #hbp46
December 12, 2024 at 5:09 PM
A jetty breaks waves as we speed past, the salty drops streaking and drying on the windows. It's hard to enjoy the blurred journey in this rattling train car, my guts churning at the hideous ignorance you've adopted, integrated, and swallowed whole. I only think of being miles away, evermore. #hbp46
The swings awaken me. The moonlight from the window hides a secret. As far as the ailes go, it also dares not to tell. "How's your sleep, dear?" a glint of uncomfortable warmth reached my ears, alongside smiles unfit on the people giving them.
Am I going to the same place? As my 'parents'?
#hbp46
Am I going to the same place? As my 'parents'?
#hbp46
Place: MOVING TRAIN, can't remember boarding one. #hbp46
December 13, 2024 at 11:48 AM
The swings awaken me. The moonlight from the window hides a secret. As far as the ailes go, it also dares not to tell. "How's your sleep, dear?" a glint of uncomfortable warmth reached my ears, alongside smiles unfit on the people giving them.
Am I going to the same place? As my 'parents'?
#hbp46
Am I going to the same place? As my 'parents'?
#hbp46
Moving train,
A pulse in veins,
Steel heart hums,
Time refrains.
Smoke unwinds,
Dreams on rails,
Hope-bound paths,
Endless tales.
Each wheel's turn,
A whispered plea—
Chasing edges,
Yearning free.
#writingprompt #prompt #hbp46 #writingCommunity #amwriting
A pulse in veins,
Steel heart hums,
Time refrains.
Smoke unwinds,
Dreams on rails,
Hope-bound paths,
Endless tales.
Each wheel's turn,
A whispered plea—
Chasing edges,
Yearning free.
#writingprompt #prompt #hbp46 #writingCommunity #amwriting
Place: MOVING TRAIN, can't remember boarding one. #hbp46
December 12, 2024 at 5:24 PM
Moving train,
A pulse in veins,
Steel heart hums,
Time refrains.
Smoke unwinds,
Dreams on rails,
Hope-bound paths,
Endless tales.
Each wheel's turn,
A whispered plea—
Chasing edges,
Yearning free.
#writingprompt #prompt #hbp46 #writingCommunity #amwriting
A pulse in veins,
Steel heart hums,
Time refrains.
Smoke unwinds,
Dreams on rails,
Hope-bound paths,
Endless tales.
Each wheel's turn,
A whispered plea—
Chasing edges,
Yearning free.
#writingprompt #prompt #hbp46 #writingCommunity #amwriting
