"airfare" poems
As I held my iPad to pull my airfare information,
The sudden blood rush pass through my senses,
as I glimpse fellow travelers in the airport.
It is this feeling of adventure knowing I would never know these strangers,
but the ideal we share a moment to explore another place profoundly echoes the inner child in me.
It's like a candy in the mouth or a very fine wine,
as I look through the plane window of the vast clouds,
And gasp as the jet takes off taking my nerves into a new height.
While my ear drums felt the extreme pressure begged to swallow my spit,
This feeling of exploring explode my emotions with uncontrollable excitement.
I just want to jump and do hundred push ups as the plane lands,
Because you felt this cramp like you were packaged in a box in the flight,
And now you are free to move and speed walk to your next destination!
When I arrive at the hotel,
The sudden desire to take a nap take place from the jet lag,
Since all your senses took an over charge!
You know adventure was just a beginning,
Because now you are in the nation's Capitol,
And there isn't enough time to explore everything in DMV!
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 6:01 AM UTC
Less than a month ago
We were laughing and kissing
And holding each other until the day's end.
Oh how cruel time and karma and life and time
Can be.
You really had to go, huh?
I mean, it wasn't your fault of course.
You didn't have a choice. And summer time?
oh, well airfare is way too much
especially with that new job
paying twice as much as before,
being the underlying reason for you leaving.
Yes, and flying back to see me,
Well that would just be too exhausting.
Don't worry,
I get it.
You aren't the first to explain to me
The troubles of life
And how Karma holds you in her grasp
day-in and day-out.
Life is a ***** isn't it?
Just cruel.
Tearing you away
From everything you love;
refusing to let you go back.
Just remember,
you aren't the only one hurting.
I have a heart too.
go figure?
Being your first love,
I know how it is.
This isn't the first hurt for me, however
so just keep in mind...
it hurts more the second time around.
and the third.
and the time after the third.
It keeps building until life is more than just a *****
Have you ever met the devil?
I have.
His real name is Life, not Lucifer.
The scribes misspelled it, sorry to disappoint you.
I'm not a hateful person,
I'm really not.
You just hurt.
A lot.
I think I'm done here.
Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 1:36 PM UTC
Take These Things
and give them legs
so, they can run off to places
you can never go. Dress them fondly
with care. Set them out there
to be explored in themselves and in
the minds of others. Let them
get lost. It’s a small cost
for laying them down. The airfare is
free and rotates daily. It’s cold,
but you’ll love the exposure.
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 5:50 AM UTC
Confessions hidden in the rhythm and the rhyme
Its not poetry but a lowly cowards crime
Fallen completely and blamming madness
Fearing the love more than fearing sadness
Using dime store story clichés
Red shoes waiting
Rain and overpriced umbrellas
Romeo bleeding
Pretending nothings wrong
He can't say it out loud
So he just quotes an old song
So when she puts it all together
He can claim he
Was just singing along
Checking the airfare
To her far away town
At 2:32 am
Restless and sleepless
But still dreaming along
Falling and singing
And dancing
With that madness
Knowing his hearts
Gonna break
He's just the kinda guy
Who always makes
Mistakes
Waiting too long
Or saying too much
Too soon
Or never saying
Anything at all
Because he
Likes crying in the rain
Out there in the dark
Where no one
Can hear him
Or tell the rain
From the tears
A cowardly way to die
Letting all that love
Burn alone
In the middle
And bottom of his soul
His heart beating its wings
In his chest
But the noose is wrapped
Tight around his ribs
As well as his neck
A fully loaded gun
Playing Russian Roulette
Bang
Dead on the floor
While every one is watching
Cagney on the screen
Swaying to the rhythm and the rhyme
Fitted for his straight jacket
Strapping the madness in tight
Hoping it while ****** his heart
Somewhere in the night
He's just the kinda guy
Who always makes
Mistakes
No way out
Just a prisoner
Writing bad poetry
On his cell walls
Written up his confession
But refuses
To sign the dotted line
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
I am drowning in the humdrum of everyday life
Wishing I could be sitting with you on the edge of Italy
Looking out at the Adriatic Sea
But alas, I am here, paying for the life you left behind
And you are there soaking in rays and drinking red wine
I wish you hadn't left me for there
The least you could have done was paid for the airfare
I think that these bills distract me from the real problem at hand
If I really loved you, wouldn't I have left this land
This land of mundane life and of great exhaust
For something more extraordinary, something less taut
But then I remember that we weren't meant to be at all
Simply because we couldn't any longer stall
Now I remember why I said no to becoming your wife
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC