You left it there, lying for me to clean up. Years worth of baggage, discarded on the floor, waiting to trip me during a dark descent down the stairs. You tell me it’s too agonizing for you to touch again, full of dusty memories and old pain that you try your hardest not to remember. That it’s selfish of me not to understand, after all that you’ve been through. And now all I want is for you to disappear again, take your increasing luggage away, and leave me alone to rot by myself in this empty house. Because you never stopped to consider, love, that I may have baggage of my own.
Weird. Someone just told me there was talk of charging for carry on luggage. I’ve heard this before. It’ll probably happen. They got all panicked. I may have to start traveling with no luggage and/or sending things by mail. How stupid.
I wish trains were cheaper. I’d totally do Amtrak instead – HAPPILY – but I’d need a sleeper car for long trips and that makes it cost prohibitive. No way I could sit in a seat for 24 hours. I need my sleep.
A sleight of hand, a cough to muffle the sound of a pulled zipper. Little did she know the nature of what he had just slipped in her disregarded luggage.
To the airport we go with suitcase and luggage ready for lift off.
we jump on the plain and give it a look up
then down.
And realize holy craps thats a long way to the ground.
I don’t like hauling my luggage around an airport. Its too big. Last time I went to an airport there were 2 little kids on rideable suitcases. They looked fun. I want one of them. A hard suitcase that I can sit on and ride around the conveyor belts when people collect their stuff.
baggage, airport, craziness! travel, travel, travel! Hawaii, let’s go, baggage claim, different countries. Nicaragua has such a cool name. I love funky suitcases, I should knit a suitcase claim-thingy. Airports are so crazy, especially the security checks.
It’s purple polka dotted over white canvas, can’t miss it. I feel the little under 50lb weight dragging behind me, rolling over small hills and getting stuck in sidewalk cracks. I can’t remember what is was like, being free.
is a place where I put my staff when I go on holidays, and also can be a place where you can put someone to keep them quiet :) has wheels and a handle, my one is grey.. can be called a bag has triple G!
The luggage sits unused in the corner of my closet. It reminds me of a hand in mine, a plane ride, a sandy, warm, sunny beach. Nights twisted in gossamer, a steady heartbeat in my ear.
The luggage was filled to the brim with bombs. Yes, he’d packed the bags himself. No, he wasn’t a terrorist. No, he didn’t know where they’d come from. Yes, he was aware explosives weren’t allowed on planes. No, he didn’t hate freedom.
sometimes it can be big, sometimes small…sometimes short sometimes tall….but never neon yellow or pink. that I have never seen before. Maybe I wil purcase some just to prove a point…that point being something I myself do not understand. nonconformity .. nah. i like my black suitcase.
My luggage is heavy. It’s numerous. I can’t believe I’m leaving America for life! I’m excited for my new job, but it’s still a lot to take in. The many, many suitcases remind me that it’s time to go.
He was like luggage or a better description, would be old baggage that she wanted to get rid of. The sooner the better, but how to get away with it was the million dollar question.
Where is my luggage? The plane has landed everyone else has left. I have no luggage. Her I am on my world wind vacation and no clothes. ARG! What am I going to do? Is this some kind of sign?
Als ich letztes Jahr nach Angola flog, gab ich am Flughafen Frankfurt mein Gepäck auf. Ich hatte den ganzen Vorabend damit verbracht, den Koffer ein und aus und neu einzupacken. Es sollten genau 21,3 Kilo sein. Offiziell dürfen es ja nur 20 sein, aber ich weiß, dass die Angestellten die Weisung haben, bis 21,3 kg kulant zu sein.
luggage is to waiting as water is to ocean. A bubble bee flies like a stupid frog. Ice cream melting on a winter day. Oh, wait do ice cream even melt in the winter? I hate soup of the messa. Never go to soup of the messa it is gross. They serve soup and frogs for appetizers. I dont know what luggage is does anyone else. I have blue eyes. My bf has green eyes. He is nice and his brother has brown eyes
I HATE FREAKING LUGGAGE. ONE IT SMELLS LIKE FART TWO IT HAS BANNANNA”S SPILLED EVERYWHERE AND THREE IT HAS MUD. NOW DO YOU SEE WHY I HATE LUGGAGE? OH, WAIT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THE SAME LUGGAGE? I AM CONFUSOLED?? DO NOT MAKE FUN OF ME I AM JUST A SIMPLE BRUNETT WITH BLOND HIGH LIGHTs SO BUG OFF
I hate luggage. It is annoying at airports. It is stupid. I want it to DIE!!!!! because luggage is bad for the soul. Everyone has skeletons in the closet. Everyone makes mistakes, but luggage is bad for the soul. OH YEA!! SAY IT WITH ME!!! Oh, because luggage is BAAAD FOR THE SOOUUULLL!!!!!
Long luggage or short luggage. I use my long luggage for trips over three days, and my short luggage…well I guess you know. I’m glad I have luggage. It would be really hard to carry all stuff around.
luggage is baggage
dragging and sagging in depressing language
I’ll buy a new bright purple suitcase
so I don’t end up a basket case
when the carousel revolves around
with all the endless black and brown,
what a depressing color found
me, I’ll just be the happy giddy clown
with matching shoes to turn the frowns upside-down :)
a doohickey used to travel around and explore the different continents on planet earth, with every imaginable article under the sun eventually losing it all
All of this baggage I come with, it isn’t optional. Its all of me or none of ma at all. I hope one day to find someone that won’t mine all of the extra luggage. It is worth it, I’m sure if you want someone that will love you unconditionally.
I am obsessed with luggage, not that I travel so much though I did go
to Savannah, New York, turks and caicos. I guess I do travel. Remember, wherever you go, there you are. You can’t escape yourself but you can uncover yourself and
learn about the world. I like to travel but I love to come home.
She grabbed her bag off the counter and huffed as she pushed past the concerned onlookers in a daze. There were supposed to be two tickets. TWO tickets, not one. Tears started to form at the corners of her eyes and she brushed them away in her mind, brushed and fought and thundered her way through the lobby and back out those automatic double doors. Back into the stifling world of LA.
I once went to Italy with too much luggage. No one ever told me how hard it would be to drag a suitcase big enough to stash a body in across a foreign country. No one mentioned that the taxis were so small or that the train aisles were so narrow or that the elevators were just big enough for one person and a piece of carry-on luggage.
“Doug?”
“Yeah?”
“You know I generally like to be honest…”
“Yeah?”
“I was purposely bumping into you that day.”
“That’s nice.”
“You agonized.”
“I did. Can I be honest?”
Insisting…
“I stare at you when you’re not looking.”
“I know. Me too”
“Do me a favor?”
“Anything.”
“Make these people go away.”
Then, dropping her luggage, held her tight…seemed like forever.
You left it there, lying for me to clean up. Years worth of baggage, discarded on the floor, waiting to trip me during a dark descent down the stairs. You tell me it’s too agonizing for you to touch again, full of dusty memories and old pain that you try your hardest not to remember. That it’s selfish of me not to understand, after all that you’ve been through. And now all I want is for you to disappear again, take your increasing luggage away, and leave me alone to rot by myself in this empty house. Because you never stopped to consider, love, that I may have baggage of my own.
luggage
Weird. Someone just told me there was talk of charging for carry on luggage. I’ve heard this before. It’ll probably happen. They got all panicked. I may have to start traveling with no luggage and/or sending things by mail. How stupid.
I wish trains were cheaper. I’d totally do Amtrak instead – HAPPILY – but I’d need a sleeper car for long trips and that makes it cost prohibitive. No way I could sit in a seat for 24 hours. I need my sleep.
A sleight of hand, a cough to muffle the sound of a pulled zipper. Little did she know the nature of what he had just slipped in her disregarded luggage.
To the airport we go with suitcase and luggage ready for lift off.
we jump on the plain and give it a look up
then down.
And realize holy craps thats a long way to the ground.
You weren’t supposed to see that. It wasn’t supposed to matter.
What’s done is done.
What’s gone is gone.
But sometimes the things that are done and the things that have gone are the things that still a heart and halt a hand and keep you away from me.
I don’t like hauling my luggage around an airport. Its too big. Last time I went to an airport there were 2 little kids on rideable suitcases. They looked fun. I want one of them. A hard suitcase that I can sit on and ride around the conveyor belts when people collect their stuff.
baggage, airport, craziness! travel, travel, travel! Hawaii, let’s go, baggage claim, different countries. Nicaragua has such a cool name. I love funky suitcases, I should knit a suitcase claim-thingy. Airports are so crazy, especially the security checks.
It’s purple polka dotted over white canvas, can’t miss it. I feel the little under 50lb weight dragging behind me, rolling over small hills and getting stuck in sidewalk cracks. I can’t remember what is was like, being free.
is a place where I put my staff when I go on holidays, and also can be a place where you can put someone to keep them quiet :) has wheels and a handle, my one is grey.. can be called a bag has triple G!
The luggage sits unused in the corner of my closet. It reminds me of a hand in mine, a plane ride, a sandy, warm, sunny beach. Nights twisted in gossamer, a steady heartbeat in my ear.
The luggage was filled to the brim with bombs. Yes, he’d packed the bags himself. No, he wasn’t a terrorist. No, he didn’t know where they’d come from. Yes, he was aware explosives weren’t allowed on planes. No, he didn’t hate freedom.
My husband asked me
“Do you want to lug Gage, Hon?”
My son’s a bundle.
Pack
Backpack
travel
airplane
trip
business
clothes
electronics
bus
car
distance
miles
away
lug
weight
money
sometimes it can be big, sometimes small…sometimes short sometimes tall….but never neon yellow or pink. that I have never seen before. Maybe I wil purcase some just to prove a point…that point being something I myself do not understand. nonconformity .. nah. i like my black suitcase.
My luggage is heavy. It’s numerous. I can’t believe I’m leaving America for life! I’m excited for my new job, but it’s still a lot to take in. The many, many suitcases remind me that it’s time to go.
Luggage is almost like a suitcase but its like a bunch of suitcases.
luggage is what you have when you go on long trips or any trips and it has your clothes and the rest of your stuff with it .
Luggage… lug.. gage… lugg… age… lu.. ggage.. lugga.. ge… LUGGAGE… carrying stuff… carrying… stuff… apples….
Luggage is something you have when you move or go on a trip! My name is Jo!!! You shall call me Jo or you shall die!!!!
MY LUGGGAGE FELL IN THE WATER. I left my luggage at my house.
luggage is something you pack up from home and take it to a far place. you see a lot a luggage when you go to the airport.
well i like gummy bears
luggage is things u bring with u like a suit case when u go to a hotel or airport
He was like luggage or a better description, would be old baggage that she wanted to get rid of. The sooner the better, but how to get away with it was the million dollar question.
Where is my luggage? The plane has landed everyone else has left. I have no luggage. Her I am on my world wind vacation and no clothes. ARG! What am I going to do? Is this some kind of sign?
Als ich letztes Jahr nach Angola flog, gab ich am Flughafen Frankfurt mein Gepäck auf. Ich hatte den ganzen Vorabend damit verbracht, den Koffer ein und aus und neu einzupacken. Es sollten genau 21,3 Kilo sein. Offiziell dürfen es ja nur 20 sein, aber ich weiß, dass die Angestellten die Weisung haben, bis 21,3 kg kulant zu sein.
luggage is to waiting as water is to ocean. A bubble bee flies like a stupid frog. Ice cream melting on a winter day. Oh, wait do ice cream even melt in the winter? I hate soup of the messa. Never go to soup of the messa it is gross. They serve soup and frogs for appetizers. I dont know what luggage is does anyone else. I have blue eyes. My bf has green eyes. He is nice and his brother has brown eyes
I HATE FREAKING LUGGAGE. ONE IT SMELLS LIKE FART TWO IT HAS BANNANNA”S SPILLED EVERYWHERE AND THREE IT HAS MUD. NOW DO YOU SEE WHY I HATE LUGGAGE? OH, WAIT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THE SAME LUGGAGE? I AM CONFUSOLED?? DO NOT MAKE FUN OF ME I AM JUST A SIMPLE BRUNETT WITH BLOND HIGH LIGHTs SO BUG OFF
Hello I need to tell you a little story about a little bag of luggage that got lost in the system. He got lost. no one found him. and he died. The end
I hate luggage. It is annoying at airports. It is stupid. I want it to DIE!!!!! because luggage is bad for the soul. Everyone has skeletons in the closet. Everyone makes mistakes, but luggage is bad for the soul. OH YEA!! SAY IT WITH ME!!! Oh, because luggage is BAAAD FOR THE SOOUUULLL!!!!!
Long luggage or short luggage. I use my long luggage for trips over three days, and my short luggage…well I guess you know. I’m glad I have luggage. It would be really hard to carry all stuff around.
luggage is baggage
dragging and sagging in depressing language
I’ll buy a new bright purple suitcase
so I don’t end up a basket case
when the carousel revolves around
with all the endless black and brown,
what a depressing color found
me, I’ll just be the happy giddy clown
with matching shoes to turn the frowns upside-down :)
a doohickey used to travel around and explore the different continents on planet earth, with every imaginable article under the sun eventually losing it all
a device used to carry every imaginable article under the sun, with the unavoidable destiny of forgetting or losing some,most or all of it abroad.
“I see you’ve lost your luggage.”
“Yes. I have paperwork and tickets and everything…”
“May I ask what the luggage looked like?”
“…Sparkly.”
“Sparkly?”
“Yeah. Sparkly. Can’t miss it.”
“May I ask what color your luggage is?”
“I dunno. A sparkly color?”
“Oookay. How about the stuff on it. Does it have a particular tag?”
“…It has sparkly zippers.”
“Okay, how about – ”
“SPARKLY.”
All of this baggage I come with, it isn’t optional. Its all of me or none of ma at all. I hope one day to find someone that won’t mine all of the extra luggage. It is worth it, I’m sure if you want someone that will love you unconditionally.
I am obsessed with luggage, not that I travel so much though I did go
to Savannah, New York, turks and caicos. I guess I do travel. Remember, wherever you go, there you are. You can’t escape yourself but you can uncover yourself and
learn about the world. I like to travel but I love to come home.
She grabbed her bag off the counter and huffed as she pushed past the concerned onlookers in a daze. There were supposed to be two tickets. TWO tickets, not one. Tears started to form at the corners of her eyes and she brushed them away in her mind, brushed and fought and thundered her way through the lobby and back out those automatic double doors. Back into the stifling world of LA.
I once went to Italy with too much luggage. No one ever told me how hard it would be to drag a suitcase big enough to stash a body in across a foreign country. No one mentioned that the taxis were so small or that the train aisles were so narrow or that the elevators were just big enough for one person and a piece of carry-on luggage.