#tunnel
The light that is said to be at the end of the tunnel
is also known or seen to be within a person’s mind.
The resemblance is one of passing through a funnel
and can even be experienced by anyone who’s blind.
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Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 10:03 AM UTC
A man went into Turkey
Now. He has a rack
He's coming back all neutered
With his giblets in a sack
With *** He used to be the train
Now, he is the tunnel
He used to be the fire hose
Now, he is the funnel
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 7:15 AM UTC
Fleeting are the days,
When life feels harder than stone.
The sun will shine again.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 4:17 PM UTC
Oh, the tunnel of love,
Bestowed from above;
A fragile turtle dove,
It'll shut soon enough.
I remember that last summer night,
When, at midnight, we had a big fight.
You said, "This charade isn't love,
It's just me waiting desperately till you grow up."
I clashed back with a petty attack,
Though I can't take it back, I still feel bad.
I insulted you over the ex who left you behind,
And said, "Maybe love's something you cannot define."
So, after a long screaming match,
Where nobody won, we just clawed and scratched,
I said, "I'm done. Hope you have better luck,"
Put down my phone and cried till the sun came up.
Oh, the tunnel of love,
Bestowed from above;
A fragile turtle dove,
It'll shut soon enough.
Now, here I am, searching my phone,
For pictures of you, while sulking alone,
Feeling envious of the smiles that we shared.
How could we break us like we never cared?
Replaying clips through my mind,
Of more joyous, happier, simple times.
I still fondly remember our first date,
And how you put sprinkles on my birthday cake.
The pain is still there, and it won't go away,
Remember when we joked about our wedding day?
I guess, in the end, we both made mistakes,
And now we must deal with all the heartaches.
Oh, the tunnel of love,
Bestowed from above;
A fragile turtle dove,
It'll shut soon enough.
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 11:15 PM UTC
Show me
The ending,
Give me the insight
I’ve been seeking.
Place it in my hands
Like a gift from above,
Like a
Blessing from the heavens
To earth.
Tell me the truth
That’s evaded me,
Open my eyes to
Beyond this fallacy.
Paint the universe
In black and white,
Show me what you
define as
Right.
Show me
The ending,
Give me the insight
I’ve been seeking.
I’ve been craving
To know,
And is that such a
bad
Thing?
I’ll run ‘cross
The tightrope,
Try to catch me,
No I won’t slow
Down
This rabbit hole
I go.
I go.
I’ll go ahead
And chase the light.
Don’t stop me now,
Don’t tell me I
Can’t follow the path
That has been
Paved
For me.
I see the end of the
Tunnel near,
Don’t stop me now,
Either follow me or
Leave
Me
Here,
Don’t
Leave me here.
Show me
The ending,
Give me the insight
I’ve been seeking.
I’m running,
Running for the prize.
I’ll catch up to the light
If it costs my life.
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 5:37 AM UTC
warm sun sweet liquid
dark moist hole bristles soft sand
wonder exquisite
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ALICE
She basked in warm mid-morning sun drinking rooibos tea with almond biscuits. Her dollies speaking dolly lingo to marching ants. An indigo beam of sunlight rayed into her forehead, delivering jolts to her ladybird reverie.
Instantly Alice saw it. A tiny dark gasping hole in the flaking courtyard wall through which a caterpillar was c r a w l i n g, beckoning her to
f o l l o w.
“Come,” he said, “with me, through MY intricate hole. I want to show YOU wonders beyond wOnders.”
eyes to eyes magnetised
a curious movement SSSSSSS
body lost legs, arms, neck SSSSS
brain smoking shrinking SSS
ears disappearing S
ribs increasing
she felt an ***** growing
on the roof of her mouth
transmutation into worm or
serpent
how was she to know ?
Her dollies started whimpering, ants stopped in their tracks, wall flaked some more
shedding skin
ALICE with two silky plaits, red ribboned tied
GONE to the
BE
YOND •••>>> where no pond rip
pled
black moist silently inward
sumptuous costume velvet
lime glitter embellished
crawling s l o w l y, sleekly
spine tingling steel pins
rapidly acquiring density
s e r p en t i n e sword
struck swiftly
penetratingly
Alice feared losing her
squirm worm
already her mind was
L
O
S
T
w i t h o u t thistle f i e l d s
or jellybeans or colour-in books
lego nowhere = ego shat
te red
“Feel,” he said. “You can’t talk here, only feel.” She felt liquid through her veins, diluted warm honey, sensing bronzed bristles along the wormhole wall. Justice or Judgement eyes watched intently, though nobody touched.
Her forked tongue grew longer
licked sides of damp musky hole
elongated, she was whole
dead alive SAFE opened merging
slithering deep into belly of volcanic Earth
YET….slashed slimy
s a i l i n g sand muddy SACRED
worms and serpents crawling beside
behind, ahead ~
all heading in O N E
direction____________where to ?
“This is a pilgrimage,” her new friend remarked.
Where t o x2x2 ?
thoughts quietly rattled wormy counterpart ~
“To Lord of Light, awaiting in a leather armchair.”
What must I do there, her thoughts slid along.
“Nothing.”
Then why are you taking me there ?
“To see what NO THING is.”
How can I see nothing ? DNA j m
U
p s
recalibration of
strings and strands ...
“Because NO T H IN G O
D is Everything...”
They slid a l o n g > > ~ ~
slightly more haste
pace becoming faster
warm breezes flushed her
trunk. Her intestines becoming
an
~~ !!\\\/\/\/\/\!!! ~~~!!
EXPLOSIve ORANGE RIVER
GOLD dust tinged ~ flame-purified
no pebbles no grit no grime
“Feel,” her friend whispered, “we are nearing His g RAY sheepskin slippers sprouting WHITE lotuses. He is Nothingness, so don’t be afraid.”
tingling sensations swept
upwards
from tail end through heart
to centre of her new skull.
Alice panted hot ice
I want to cry, but have no tears, she thought.
“HUSH hush hush ….don’t be afraid.”
Her body stiffened
neck area arched
scales curled f a l l
i
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g
webby rose petals faded
through floorless floor
NOTHINGNESS and EVERYTHING
flashed L U M I N O S I T Y n a k e d
A Li ce died ** ¥ ¥¥** an e c s t a t i c
D
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Alice Wanda Adam ~ 1.1.202O — 1.8.2025
@never.never.land
she frolicked with
Rip van Winkle
who fed her TIME and leechies
skipped alongside Goldilocks
who offered hot cinnamon porridge and
a silver spoon engraved ~ AWA ~
What is her name ? asked the midwife
“A L I C E” replied her Mom
“Oooo, Sweets, she’s a WONDERLAND ” a baritone voice chimed, stroking vernix ears.
mohair crochet bootied
Alice ****** HOT
mother’s milk
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©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song2025
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 4:48 AM UTC
Goats, sheltering in
the tunnel, they have a right --
to stables, don't they?
Aug 7, 2025
Aug 7, 2025 at 2:24 AM UTC
Feeling sparks fly
In the dark tunnel waiting to let you out
It's happened once
And I've been waiting for it to happen again ever since
Let me finish the walk out of this tunnel
Give me one more spark
It's gone
They're gone
Let me see sparks fly once more
To get out of the ever so lonely hallway
Finding what I believe to be flint
And proving that instead it's charcoal
Crumbling away under my fingers
As I try to keep it together
Jun 1, 2022
Jun 1, 2022 at 4:45 PM UTC
the light at the end of the tunnel
turned out to be the light
of a brand new dawn
blinding me,
i could not see
what was leading me
to this new beginning
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 5:52 AM UTC
Quite a draining journey
traveling through this drainage tunnel
groping my way through the disorienting darkness
arms of lifelessness reach out from the walls
constantly tugging at my shirt
it's my health that they hurt
when I try to run
they grab and stun
forcing me to buy movement
at the price of energy
they hold tokens in their hands
inscribed with the drainage brand
like the hair from the drain in my sink
or the phlegm drained from my sinuses
I wade through the **** of stomach minuses
moving through a drainage tunnel death funnel
aches develop in my feet
as well as my back
I can't handle the heat
or how the inside is black
I start walking slower and slower
as the ceiling gets lower and lower
the backbreaking pressure
makes my height lesser
so I crawl through the filth
of all this drainage I built
the hands that hold me down
are now my only company
their frustrating grabbing
now feels like a lulling caress
coaxing me to stay in this tunnel
all other voices are muddled
because of the drainage in my ear
blocking communication with fear
a wall of wax
that won't collapse
creates an axe
to cut off my head
from suffering dread
wondering when this tunnel will end
because there's no light to be found
in this tunnel I crawl down
gagged and bound
from the hands all around
grabbing at my brain
to push it down the drain.
Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 10:41 AM UTC
I don't remember traveling to the tunnel
But I somehow got there
I don't remember how I travelled
Or if I paid the fare
As I entered the tunnel
A terrifying air surrounded me
Just when I wanted to turn and run
The tunnel turned into sea
I don't know how to swim
But I do know how to drown
As I surfaced to gasp for air
I was suddenly in a town
The town was empty and silent
And I was there alone
Just when I started to panic
I woke up at home
Till this day, every nightmare
is a journey through that tunnel.
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 6:52 AM UTC
Why wait for the Light
At the end of the Tunnel
When in Time
You will learn to see
In the Dark
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 3:40 PM UTC
I wonder if when I die
Someone will find comfort in the poems I write
That when I reach a peace
They too can see some sort of calm in the distance
Like a withering light
A flickering spark
It's fleeting
But enough for you to walk through the tunnel.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 3:34 AM UTC
People are mortal.
This world is changing constantly.
It seems so far away but some day we won't move with our bodies.
Going out is different.
Or maybe you'll just go back to another one of all those mortal places.
Well I'd say, I won't follow the light.
I've seen these tunnels many times.
Many different types.
I liked to enter them a lot but I won't go to the end again.
Maybe next time I'll try to resist temptation, not even get in.
Cause you've got to finish what you start like every end has to begin.
So even though I like the sight of a tunnel in the night I'll just leave and go inside myself.
And who will be the guard this time?
Will the feeling be like the vision?
I don't like this world, don't take me back.
Can I trust you when I lookat you?
I'll feel it on the inside.
People are mortal.
This world is changing constantly.
It seems so far away but some day we won't move with our bodies.
Going out is different.
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 4:58 AM UTC
Sometimes,
In the darkest hour
All we need to do
is to close our eyes
and let the heart
walk us straight
and we will find the light
at the end of the tunnel...
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 6:21 AM UTC
Voices of people giving unsolicited advices on how to live my life echo loudly as I make my way to the end of the tunnel; and yet, no light has been found, rather, the voices become deafening as I continue my journey.
I look around in the pitch black tunnel, the earsplitting noises continue, making me feel apprehensive. The thought of the unknown scares me and I care too much so I listen to these blaring voices, booming with every stride I make.
I stop walking, as if these thundering voices weren’t enough to make me anxious, I feel many pairs of eyes glaring at me in this blinding darkness, secretly amused by my feeble state.
Am I still far?
Will I reach it?
Will I make it out alive?
Will I bump into someone — anyone — who has a map and a flashlight to share?
I quiver as I cross my arms and continue walking, hoping that I would soon see the light at the end of what seems to be a never ending tunnel.
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 2:06 AM UTC
You step out into the world and its tendrils seek to entwine.
It takes away my hopes and all the dreams I once held as mine.
You are faced with expectations and choices so not of your own.
You come to think it not so bad when life is both empty and alone.
It becomes just easier to forget about hope and any form of dream.
Responsible to self and away from expectations endless scream.
You close the world outside behind your safeties solid door.
And give up on love and dream like clothes discarded on the floor.
You accept a life of little value and so too the feel it will never end.
All for reassurance outside consequence wont reach in to offend.
I write of being sad and lonely in many of the poems that I write.
But I am conscious, it is I who cast love and hope out into the night.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC
As the snow falls,
all life comes to a standstill.
As we find ourselves
deep inside the comforts of our quilts,
curling up inside, feeling lonely,
and looking for a feeling of warmth inside us.
Searching for memories,
Inside these malfunctioning brains.
Memories that make us smile,
or maybe make us cry.
Our minds desperately searching,
for that feeling of being human,
being broken.
Just to feel some warmth,
only to feel cold.
Doubting all your actions,
What did I do wrong,
what mistake did I make.
It’s me.
I’m broken.
No one can do it.
Maybe we should stop hoping,
give up on everything,
Maybe it’s for the best.
Or maybe not,
Should we dare dream,
Will I be happy?
Should I do as they say,
Keep moving forward,
Into nothingness,
Hoping that things will be different,
This time?
Just as I thought,
The last time.
Looking for the end of the tunnel,
One after another,
filled with sunshine,
as everyone says.
Just to exit it,
bask in the sunlight,
as we get pushed,
into another.
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 3:08 AM UTC
Sometimes all it takes
Is to realize that you’re awake.
The change that you dream of,
Is in your hands and not miles away.
The grass may seem greener from where you stand,
But to the fellow across the pond,
You have it all right in your hands,
And you’re a fool in paradise,
Wishing for something you already have.
When the light seems far away
Don’t turn around, keep walking straight
You’ll notice that no matter how far you get,
Your first step is what takes you miles away,
To the place where it all will change,
And it will feel like yesterday,
That you were running and now you’re making waves.
There is always another side,
The light at the end of the tunnel,
You just have to open your eyes,
To see that you’ve already reached it.
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
there's always a way out
it might be vague at first
possibly opaque
but, at the end of the day
you will look back
at the dark tunnel behind
and you won't believe that you were there
once
...
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 2:45 AM UTC