#token
A token of loss.
The fact that a trip can't last makes the illusion cruel.
And yet, you take it.
Who wouldn't choose that over this?
And yet, the thinking itself reached an end, dwindled.
You can't return
without leaving part of yourself in the site dwelled.
You find yourself at the edge of oblivion.
The tacit rapture. Tzion. Nirvana.
The heaven that makes you up.
The souvenir photo shows you
as you've never been yourself there.
You weren't even here.
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 12:02 PM UTC
This stone from back then:
look, without my memory --
it is just a stone.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 2:34 AM UTC
My photos of her
presence: the pile of dishes,
the untidy bed.
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 4:59 AM UTC
You can not break
What's already been broken
You can not recall
What's never been spoken
You can not run
When the spirits been stolen
Is there no hope left
To put any hope in?
©2024
Jun 26, 2024
Jun 26, 2024 at 3:46 PM UTC
Basic Attention Token
we all gotta cache, like a cistern.
Tis tension implanted deep in lower chakras
more, more, teasing, tugging, twisting
crying ever, more, more,
…
it is a flaw,
go, and stay connected, I understand
-- wait
-- the txt is for the single participant act
no mention is made, save the very act, guest
I guess, we guessed,
the man got away,
but, nobody asks,
like I assume they assume they know
- taken, in the very act -
full, full, fill the law to the jot
whittle me a key,
pick this lock, unravel the complexity.
- casting lots for the garment
- knitted from one thread,
New Testament Greek between the himatia
(literally “over-garments”)
and the seamless robe,
which is chiton,
(literally "tunic" or "coat").
https://kenpepiton.com/?p=1273
Jul 31, 2021
Jul 31, 2021 at 10:26 PM UTC
Blue eyes
White lies
Broken hearts
And shattered parts
Long nights
Too many fights
Life was good
Until our mouths filled with blood
A time never to be forgotten
Even tho things got so rotten
A love I’ll never forget
Although I know you’re filled with so much regret
To much pain
Then we both got vein
hurtful words
Cut us down like swords
Swords straight to our chests
How can we fix this mess?
No amount of sorry
Could ever fix the worries
A love so kind
Made us both so blind
I could never forget those times we shared
Once you really cared
A dedication of my life to you
It left me so sad and blue
Something so broken
It needed the token
Token to the bright
Token for no more fight
Energy severed
Expectations lowered
Now were both the ones hurt
And left deep down in the dirt.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 10:50 PM UTC
Tumhari tarah sabdo ,
Ko kagaj par utarna nahi aata mujhe,
Par fir bhi koshish karti hu likhne ki.
Likhna aata nahi fir bhi likhti hu,
Tum Tak apni baat pahuchane ko.
Aisa nahi hai ki mujhe pyaar aata nahi jatana,
Bas Teri majbooriyo ke aage kamjor pad jati hu,
Likhti hu tujhe ye Dil ka haal sunano ko,
Bas likhti hu tuhj Tak ye sandesh pahuchane ko.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 6:07 AM UTC
Snapshots
by Michael R. Burch
Here I scrawl extravagant rainbows.
And there you go, skipping your way to school.
And here we are, drifting apart
like untethered balloons.
Here I am, creating "art,"
chanting in shadows,
pale as the crinoline moon,
ignoring your face.
There you go,
in diaphanous lace,
making another man’s heart swoon.
Suddenly, unthinkably, here he is,
taking my place.
Published by Tucumcari Literary Review, Romantics Quarterly, Centrifugal Eye, Poetry Webring, Poetry Life & Times and The Eclectic Muse. Keywords/Tags: snapshot, picture, photograph, photo, album, memory, keepsake, remembrance, token, memento, art, replacement
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC
_Subway skip jive,
Off and on,
Up and over,
Been and gone.
Mind your wallet,
Watch your step,
Take your seat,
Turn right, lean left.
Token trav’lers,
Quick, quick, slow,
We’re underground,
And on the go._
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 8:15 PM UTC
Life may have dealt a bad hand
Don't forget you can make a stand
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 1:51 AM UTC
There were shards in a pile
till you came along
and made me smile
my heart was broken
but now is a token
for bringing me back
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC
while she
is up
the sleeves
that saki
gratifies here
and while
her attire
still cleaves
in my
heart that
mistook a
hint of
glamour whether
or not
this thirst
is all
it takes
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
A pocket of my heart,
...it holds a special charm.
Token, an image, the gift,
...of you on my arm.
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC
Deep inside the wrinkles
of the Blue Mountains
Cold air sits upon
the primitives' throne
Inky echoes stroll the alleys
No living essence have ever
trespassed these halls
Sun's breathe becomes pale
as it touches the gloomy
foothills and crests
Merely sprites wearing
mantles made of mist
dwell this mountainous region
Even rain seldom visits
to pierce the ghastly silence
Amidst the fog
forgotten tokens may hide
In riddles of old and
astral vague light
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
Common denominator
Portrayed witness
Lackless drive
Pure divine stationed
In this shallow heart of mine
Somewhere locked out of sight
I dive
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 2:23 AM UTC
My soul is broken.
Yet, I remember when I was bubbly amd outspoken.
The innocence of life once filled my heart,
yet the sickness of life's tragedies tore me apart.
The light that once radiated inside of me,
was battered and bruised despite every plea.
The outside pandemonium filled my ears til they bled & went numb.
All I heard from then on was a painful cacophony of cognitive dissonance in the form of an eery hum.
The only life left is inside of my vein,
as this bout of depression drives me insane.
But once I leave this earth my body will be a token -
until then my soul is broken.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 5:55 AM UTC
You made me feel everything 'til it's gone
Now I'm left alone undone.
You had my heart captured and broken
Then it turned out I was just one of your many tokens.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 4:45 AM UTC
*Tomorrow is unknownable, my darling,
Today is unavoidable, you profess,
Though yesterday is unforgettable, we know...
I love you today, with all my love,
I respect you daily, with all my heart,
I want you now, with all my soul...
You love me today, as you are an angel,
You respect me daily, as you learnt all of it,
You want me now, as you feel my soul...
Now, just give me some time, my love,
Never, will you find me gone, my heart,
New, new is this love daily, my soul...
Be positive, in your mind, and your actions,
Be kind, in your heart, and your beats,
Be optimistic, in your soul, and your hopes...
Take my hand now, and fly along me,
Trust me my love, and I will respect you,
Think of you I do, and only you I will marry...
Tomorrow we have to plan about a lot of stuff,
Today we will add to our experience in true love,
Though yesterday will be remembered as a great teacher...
So, I love you today for you reflect it romantically,
Shall always keep your love in my heart aesthetically,
Sweetest sugarfee memories in the production house really...*
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC
I gave you my heart
And in return you gave me nothing,
I opened all my windows and doors
But you kept all yours shut,
I tried so hard to make you laugh
But the most you could manage was a smile,
I bought you gifts
And you gave me a bracelet.
A token of the love you never show,
A reason for me to keep trying,
A way to feel the relief,
A bracelet.
No emotion,
No charisma.
But a bracelet.
A little, shiny, sterling silver bracelet.
No charms and no colour.
Just a bracelet.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC
Am I just a token?
Am I a ghost only visible to you?
Clock strikes ten and the day is done.
We move further away and the pictures come out to play.
The gaps in the silence grow immensely and change is in the harsh wind.
It's only a matter of time until you leave.
The films rewind to yesterday.
The stars hide their light and I am lost.
I cannot go home.
Where do I belong?
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC
A glass that is shattered can not be made whole
No matter how much you try no water will it hold
It remains cracked, brittle, and broken
No longer new, no longer a token
And with my life the same can be spoken
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
It was like any other piece of jewellery
Made from a thin chain and built to string many memories
The very first token of our love
A flower, for the day we met
A porcelain cup, for the first cup of coffee you made me
An open book for the days, when we worked side by side at the local library
A red car, the same one you would give me rides on
A pair of silver bells, for the day we both said "I do"
A small cottage, like the house we built using only our two hands
A rattle to celebrate the birth of our first child
Roses to mark a 10 year anniversary
It didn't seem like much but meant a great deal
So how could you give it away?
Look for a new owner already?
Slap it on to another woman's wrist
Whose eyes are cold as her heart
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC