#ticket
is it in my head, us?
your hand grazes mine. twice.
your eyes find mine while we cower over books
you’re the only guy with all us girls
if it’s all in my head how come I’m soaked?
how come you’re
the only person who cares?
my sweet london how would I know
I promised to stop giving everything up
I will stop at your bus station if you
give me the ticket
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 10:58 AM UTC
they mark their invisible boundaries by the coast
moist air fills the lungs leaving an aching throat
we say it is a part of our world
yet they should be on their own undisturbed
they grace us with their presence
filling the coast with blessings
{i Took
a smooth shell that sparks like dusk
buries within fine thin dust uncrushed
now living in a corner within the books}
though they are tarnished from their purest form
they wash into our world like dawn
mother with silken hands that’s warm
i Refuse
the world that burns cold
with a legacy building on others’ doom
for i am an alien that Cruises
all far and about with a primal desire
they may speak sweet and serene
but they can roar and conquer
bestowing swift death like a reaper
they hug
my feet that’s just inches away
soothing the beats that’s ruined and astray
legs moving till i can no longer reach the ground
i drown
within the other realm of purity
they embrace
the cuts the wounds from the other side
the world calls it death by water
but i call it a return to my origin.
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 7:56 AM UTC
There goes a heavy mind, of speaking such
a mind— which I try to do.
And its hard to admit sometimes the crack of a smile
cuts through my skin, just a few.
On the lines of lies; the straight answer sounds so crooked,
As the itch of resolve, comes from a different view, when most
of the actions seem so confused,
—used, abused, and concluded as making a lack of effort.
Oppressed, in such a depressed action; pressed out of
maturity’s wine— blood red of repentance.
I’ve failed, and have failed people; also the latter, people have
failed and have failed me also, now having to come to
terms with the fact with great acceptance.
Enduring the plank within a jealous eye;
a speck of envy entails the nonstop question of, __“why,”__
—the yearning for such possessions had possessed me
to speak upon another person, with such evil.
Even if I had more than what they have, it would all feel
trivial, as what is considered important by people.
Some tears at times do feel milked, that they have stained
my face with a façade of innocence.
Oftentimes, my mind comes with equal amounts of
guilt, through its own filth.
Walking with eyes focused on every step, to avoid a
reflection of themselves in the gazes of the sun,
Still the reflection displays my darkness,
as a shadow of secrets, pressed onto the ground.
For what man so desperately tries to hide, is always found out,
And what they’re not proud of, becomes the pride of the
overestimation of their lies, that have them bound.
Oh, how tall life is, and we’d fall so short of it.
Our words of praise, are as sweet as *****
Revolting; sickening acts that say,
“Buying into the world is more important,”
Despite what the end will be, when a ticket into Heaven,
isn’t close to a cost’s fit.
May 3, 2024
May 3, 2024 at 3:21 PM UTC
This to shall pass
leaving it’s impurities
a quag·mire of injustice
on a path of tyr·an·ny
At the counter
I paid my fine
a blessing the judge
didn’t give me any time!
Nov 22, 2021
Nov 22, 2021 at 8:52 AM UTC
Dreaming about the future
While living in the past
Is a one way ticket to madness
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
And I shall board my train of thoughts,
taking seat to observe grand visions
from eye windows.
I sit with deep breath
feeling the breeze that hugs,
as moment by moment heart expands.
Poetic visions are everywhere
inviting me to align
to its magnificence.
Verse is infused in passing birds
that cover view framed by clouds,
AND
mountain peeks that reach high to touch sun.
In music that plays
while flowered meadows blossom,
AND
stars twinkle to ignite consciousness.
Even in a thunderous sky
that releases rain to fill eyes
AND
houses that mosaic the landscape daintily.
Lifetime ticket I hold,
as train waits at station of mind
to leave at any time.
“All aboard,” whistle echoes
between ears that open wide.
“All aboard,” conductor writer guide shouts
while everyday provides adventure
and every ride becomes new poetic masterpiece.
It is a train I love to board,
As window displays mirror of my life.
As pen gets readied and time flies past the moon.
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 8:15 AM UTC
You bought your test and passed your ticket
While I was kneeling by your spell
There might be no rest for the wicked
But I've been sleeping quite well
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 7:11 AM UTC
To take
a trip
inside my
mind
and see what
it feels
like for some
time
Do you
feel pain
or do you
feel joy
Do you
feel complete
or destroyed?
You asked me how
I am feeling
and now you
know
the road
that I choose
to go
So you ask me how
I am
and I say
"I'm fine"
but now
you
know
the
true
answer
from deep inside
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 3:56 PM UTC
There will be people in life that you meet
And they will love you like
You are the exact amount of
Change in their wallet
Needed to buy the last
Convenience store
Lottery tickets.
But please,
Remember that you will meet someone
Whose hands have been
Sculptured by driftwood
For whose life the sea has fought for
And yet
They made it to land
To kiss your lips and remind you
That you are not the ticket
You are the prize.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 6:52 AM UTC
Lost in the Heaven
Silent, disciplined, majestic calm
Every where.
There,
I missed the noise,
And you.
Bought emergency return ticket,
Back to Earth.
Cheers !,
So here, we are.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
Give me a one-way ticket to Nowhere,
to be like a solitary, unique flower,
to see thousands of morning stars,
to be the longing's sweet desire.
Give me a one-way ticket to Anywhere,
my wings have forgotten how to fly,
for going back to my world in seconds,
the resignation will have to pass me by.
Give me a return ticket Anytime,
to give. Because I forgot to receive.
Am I in the clouds or on the ground?
I have loved and I love now, I believe.
Give me a return ticket Anyway,
I do not ask for me to be understood.
I do not want any self-consumption,
angels wouldn't care, but I would.
14.01.2018
London
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
1. Ticket
IT should have written your name, in that column.
Do I have to care about the name of the city and the airport?
It should have been the reason for my departure:
go home to meet you, for longing. "Repeat the word, completely
which can fit in empty space, on my ticket paper, "
I will say so, to the registrar.
2. Baggage
I WILL not give this to a haphazard officer.
My backpack will just hug me along the flight.
"It's an unfinished longing, longing to worry me.
There are many who are not caught. It's an incomplete longing, "
I will say so, when I get back to you.
I'm not going to let what is tightness scattered carelessly.
3. Waiting Room
I AM worried about you. The airport in this country is not fair.
There is never a good waiting room for pickup.
I'm worried about me. This heart's longing is also never fair.
There was never enough waiting time, for a moment to be patient.
4. Emergency Door
WHY does the stewardess always, like telling anxiously?
I already know very well where and how to open
Four emergency exits, wear safety jackets, put up
And removing seat belts. I've been very anxious ever since
Bought the ticket I mentioned in stanza number one. Tickets are on
there I want to write my own name, flight date and time,
And the reasons why you so badly missed.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
the shore washed up and fell right into your rose filled bones and all that your said was that you're changing your heart again, i dont understand why your favourite flowers are daisies but your hair smells like lemons and i guess yellow burns in your eyes, every time the sun sets to golden tones you pack your bags to run again but nighttime will come faster than that 9:07 train and you'll remember your date with the moon's craters and spray paint cans that hurt your back with the weight, except that graffiti doesn't have much weight to you anymore, paint over the scars, under the bruises, and lick your lips in the light of a streetlamp; there's a ripped up parking ticket in your back pocket & 19 ways out of that burning silver feeling that you can solve in this city by noon tomorrow
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
Bittersweet and diabolical is fate
A selfish want for a little bit more
Hands are trembling
Tensions are flaring,
but refuse to beg for the rest of life
Will this be the conclusion?
Truth was known
Morals have vanished
What was the error made?
No promises that the past,
won't keep biting
Fight back
With all one's might
Let go of the things known,
If they don't mean anything
Don't return to where you come from
Hate cannot create
One's ticket home
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
Here's your golden ticket
To life.
Freedom born from soldiers who died
How their wives cried
The consumers power you wield
Revealed in the tear stained eye of workers
who worked to the bone.
As you'll have to...
Your religion built from guilt
The flowers in Babylon wilt
But at least they still grow.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
Subway strolls to unending destinations
Runaway bride to subsiding designations
I stroll and begging aint my solution
A solve to the query not a conclusion
No ticket no money
No money no ticket
Train rushes from mile to miles
No ticket no money
No money no ticket
The pain rushes from my mouth
My pockets so bruised they hide away
******** society telling me how to lead a life
I lie, I am alive and bubbly inside, cant lie
Take away that submissive robot you knew
Train train slow down the pace
As I jump of the carriageway of slates
Train train lower my taste
As I forever I get lost in the rush of lust
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC
Welcome to her house of many bones
Step into one of life's great unknowns
With broken dreams and shattered heart
In this carnival of freaks she is apart
For the price of a ticket you can see
All the horror, and agony there could ever be
All we ask is to put down your stones
On the left is a kingless throne
No love was ever ment to stay
I don't know why, it's just that way
On your left is the dreams that's died
Where want and reality did collide
In the next room you will find
All the demons that are in her mind
Young man, please step back
These demons will, and do attack
On her arm's you'll see the scars
Made with their talon like sharpened claws
Please don't dottle, let's hurry along
This sad little journey we don't want to prolong
Up next you'll find
Human monsters of every kind
They all wear a clever disguise
You won't even see them unless your wise
Of the shadow men take no heed
Off the sorrow they just feed
The closets doors all are open wide
Not one skeleton does she hide
Please don't be scared, please don't shout
The are free to dance about
Last but not lest I want to show
What happens when the anguish grows
Tormented by years of unbridled strife
In the coffin lies her pitiful life
It's not her body, for she is the walking dead
Heart in taters, screams echoing in her head
Eyes opened wide with years of dread
The light and happiness are always there mocking
You'll find her over there in the corner rocking
Yes she had to be restrained
In the straitjacket she will remain
It's for your safety, not hers
For the pain she endures
Is not for weak amateurs
Exit on the right
Single file, please don't fight
Enjoy the rest of the attractions
We guarantee a hundred percent satisfaction
Unless in this carnival of woeful souls you are captured
Then your only hope will be the rapture
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC