Michael D. Brooks (The Late Bloomer Indie Author)(@mdbrooks41) 's Twitter Profile Photo

The old rail tunnel, once used by hundreds of daily commuters, and abandoned when the vactrains entered service, is now the hub of The Temporal Transit Authority.

It’s now used by a new breed of travelers who cling to strict rules and tight schedules.

Time Travelers.

The old rail tunnel, once used by hundreds of daily commuters, and abandoned when the vactrains entered service, is now the hub of The Temporal Transit Authority.
 
It’s now used by a new breed of travelers who cling to strict rules and tight schedules. 

Time Travelers.
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Fighting a Migraine (@OminousHallways) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Crashing

There was utter silence
in the tunnel headed home
utter and compete lack of sound
even as the metal scraped metal
even as blood poured from my head
I tried to scream without success
I called your name, or I tried
the end is hard and very lonely
it is too quiet

Crashing

There was utter silence
in the tunnel headed home
utter and compete lack of sound
even as the metal scraped metal
even as blood poured from my head
I tried to scream without success
I called your name, or I tried
the end is hard and very lonely
it is too quiet

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YHenryG 😷🇺🇸 🇺🇳 🇺🇦 💉📚(@YHenryG) 's Twitter Profile Photo

seems ideal for a chamber

easy , no infestation

enough room for all the grave goods

we can wall off the sarcophagus at the far end

nice clean surface for writing the death rituals and story of the master's life

seems ideal for a #burial chamber

easy #care, no #lichen infestation

enough room for all the grave goods

we can wall off the sarcophagus at the far end

nice clean surface for writing the death rituals and story of the master's life
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Anish - Rooted in Poetry, Urologist by profession.(@optionurol) 's Twitter Profile Photo

The truth of our lives
Hold us like barbs.

The lies of our lives
At times prove liberating, though sharp.

The dichotomy of words
The fine line of right and wrong.

Balance become blurred
Life become surreal.
An enigma, A mystery.
Never untangled.

The truth of our lives
Hold us like #vixatious barbs.

The lies of our lives
At times prove liberating, though sharp.

The dichotomy of words
The fine line of right and wrong.

Balance become blurred
Life become surreal.
An enigma, A mystery.
Never untangled.

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YHenryG 😷🇺🇸 🇺🇳 🇺🇦 💉📚(@YHenryG) 's Twitter Profile Photo

I've been waiting for my ride for ages. It's getting Boring

...

I liken the service to growth

it might be a if I you have to wait much longer

I don't , I'm stubborn that way, I'll keep waiting

I've been waiting for my ride for ages. It's getting Boring

...

I liken the service to #lichen growth

it might be a #burial if I you have to wait much longer

I don't #care, I'm stubborn that way, I'll keep waiting
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𝘚𝘛𝐔𝚁 𝕻𝘖𝐸𝐓(@PoetStur) 's Twitter Profile Photo

The community in the tunnel were survivors. Down here, the rock fall had trapped them, had saved them. They had water, warmth and salvaged seeds which continued to bear fruit.

But the restless 'tunnel walkers' wanted more.

None returned.

Did they ever see the light?

The community in the tunnel were survivors. Down here, the rock fall had trapped them, had saved them. They had water, warmth and salvaged seeds which continued to bear fruit.

But the restless 'tunnel walkers' wanted more. 

None returned.

Did they ever see the light?

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Dr Lucy Chalice Author(@LucyChalice) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Clothes abandoned on the bank, I dip a tentative toe into the swirling water, the cool eddies biting my skin. The cold is a welcome relief, a distraction from my restless thoughts and the crushing pain of a broken heart. But as my head goes under, all I see is you.

Clothes abandoned on the bank, I dip a tentative toe into the swirling water, the cool eddies biting my skin. The cold is a welcome relief, a distraction from my restless thoughts and the crushing pain of a broken heart. But as my head goes under, all I see is you.
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Dr Lucy Chalice Author(@LucyChalice) 's Twitter Profile Photo

If I could bottle this emotion
I’d pour you a glass
Whispered love songs at twilight
Smokey kisses at dawn
Tendrils of passion
To wrap around your heart
A potion so potent
You’d be mine for all time

If I could bottle this emotion
I’d pour you a glass
Whispered love songs at twilight
Smokey kisses at dawn
Tendrils of passion
To wrap around your heart
A potion so potent
You’d be mine for all time
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Tim Poe(@TimPoeThePoet) 's Twitter Profile Photo



I stand here as I wait
I’m waiting for my ride
I’m waiting for my fate
I stand here as I hide

~ I think I’m going to die

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I stand here as I wait
I’m waiting for my ride
I’m waiting for my fate 
I stand here as I hide

~ I think I’m going to die
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Connect: Talesfromtheattic(@Connectthewrite) 's Twitter Profile Photo

It was the dark, not light
At the end. Exposed fear.
The comfort
of walking backwards
Alighted platform wide
open wonder
To the stark, naked white.

It was the dark, not light
At the end. Exposed fear. 
The comfort
of walking backwards
Alighted  platform wide
open wonder
To the stark, naked white.
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Wilson✍️(@TheWriterWilson) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Traveling through the virtual tunnels of friendship periodically leaves me standing at the station. Waiting for her return from weekend adventures. I wait like a child. Perhaps I should stop being so immature and emotionally invested in this particular travel package.

Traveling through the virtual tunnels of friendship periodically leaves me standing at the station. Waiting for her return from weekend adventures. I wait like a child. Perhaps I should stop being so immature and emotionally invested in this particular travel package.

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Dr Lucy Chalice Author(@LucyChalice) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Your love
A of smoke
Dissipating from my grasp
Once borne of sparks and passion
Now burnt away to ash
My frozen heart
Aches with the cold
A shard of ice
Bereft of warmth
No longer yours to hold

Your love
A #wisp of smoke
Dissipating from my grasp
Once borne of sparks and passion
Now burnt away to ash
My frozen heart
Aches with the cold
A shard of ice
Bereft of warmth
No longer yours to hold

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someday(@mellowdraama) 's Twitter Profile Photo

was not sitting on the fence about you,
sat on your fence for you to open the door,
let me in,
now,
consolidated,
i will stay there,
as an epitome of your godliness,
as an epitome of devotee.

was not sitting on the fence about you,
sat on your fence for you to open the door,
let me in, 
now,
consolidated,
i will stay there,
 as an epitome of your godliness,
as an epitome of devotee.
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David E. Shannon(@davideshannon1) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Its descent was perplexing. Was it a meteor, a weapon, or something entirely unknown? The aftermath recast the future, and the old home became the of change.

Its descent was perplexing. Was it a meteor, a weapon, or something entirely unknown? The aftermath recast the future, and the old home became the #biblio of change. 

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JayJ(@JaysQuill) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Time travel? I think I did
But I don’t remember this place
What, where or when I am?
I shouldn’t have touch that device
Now how will I go back home?
I remember the road, the tunnel, but will it be there?

Time travel? I think I did 
But I don’t remember this place 
What, where or when I am?
I shouldn’t have touch that device 
Now how will I go back home?
I remember the road, the tunnel, but will it be there?
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JAY(@Jay_de4uture) 's Twitter Profile Photo

I’m an anchor
cracking a breeze
welcomed by waves
together comrades
Uncontained, free
The of the world
clearing the hair from
a neck in moonlight
confidence wrapped
In barbed wire


I’m an anchor
cracking a breeze
welcomed by waves
together comrades #vexatious 
Uncontained, free
The #treat of the world
clearing the hair from
a neck in moonlight
confidence wrapped
In barbed wire

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someday(@mellowdraama) 's Twitter Profile Photo

loving you, is how i outplayed my fate,
&
they called me mere optimist?
you know & i know our stars still collide & it's still the rain of meteor we have to pass just to steal a kiss,
&
they called me a mere optimist.

loving you, is how i outplayed my fate,
&
they called me mere optimist?
you know & i know our stars still collide & it's still the rain of meteor we have to pass just to steal a kiss,
& 
they called me a mere optimist.
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