take me to somewhere new,
your marroun jacket slung into my bag,
engraved with the coat of arms,
the body of my tavels inside.
Leave once more,
and then sit on the edge of trevi,
fling a silver reflection over one shoulder.
Everything is foreign,
nothing is familiar.
I passed a port and thought I caught the sight I sought. So fraught with danger I report, a lesson I wish you’d be taught. Don’t live life stuck on 0, live it like an astronaut
I held the passports in my hand, both old and new. The old one, with its fuzzy picture and terrible hair, had a hole through the cover. The new one, crisp and clean and unmarked by any hand, sat waiting for my first trip in years.
i need a place to call home. yeah, i know, this is an old trick, but i really feel this way, away from this country, away from this palnet maybe… i need somewhere to feel happy and peaceful but not alone.
I tried to forge a passport once but I ended up mistakenly gluing a picture of my dog into it which the customs agent initially thought was funny but apparently lost his sense of humor when I said something conspicuously similar to Khmer Rouge while explaining my dog’s odd appearance where my face should be. Perhaps he had the whole “owners look like their pets.” think in his head.
I am in the middle of applying for my passport. Post office said unacceptable. A photo copy of my marriage certificate is not ok. My second marriage name is not proof.
I wish I had a passport so I can travel the world and forget about my problems. Take pictures of beautiful structures and beautiful people. I would go to Jamaica and get in touch with my carribean roots.
I took my passport and went to the airport to board my flight. This flight to America is the first long-distance flight that I have taken in my entire life. I believe this flight would be the most memorable of all the flights that I have taken in the recent years.
I’ve been handed the rights to the rest of my life. I know the reality of my person- its capabilities, its limitations, its losses and sadness, its ever-present hope. No matter where i go, i shall travel in this body. Where is my passport?
i need to renew mine. It has a great photo short hair and all exited it got damaged in the rain and the last time i went to the airport they allmost didn’t let me fly.. golly gosh
There was a passport lying blatantly on the table, begging for me to take it some place exotic, some place foreign, some place to escape from the known, the decrepit, the understandable.
“Your passport is invalid.” I looked at the official and said with surprise, “Are you certain?” “This isn’t even a passport, sir. This is a label torn from a can of beets.” I gasped, “That’s not acceptable?” His hand hovered near his holster. At this rate, I would never get to Lilliput on time.
A passport is just a piece of paper, nothing particular. It is not an identity, it is not a representation of a human. How can a piece of paper represent our souls, after all? It is only a material substance that, in the end, is what it is – a tree.
travel. fly. explore. adventure. discovery. I want to fly far far away and never return. What is freedom? I don’t think it requires a passport, but I’m sure one would help. I just want to escape, be free as a bird in an open unclouded sky. Forever. Alive. Free. At one with the world.
a passport is a form of id , a passage of ports , a port of passing , passing through ports . A Passport is a right to passage through ports . A government issued
Passport. That single booklet which opens the entire globe for your leisure. However, if you’re like me and too damn lazy to get your own passport, then you’ll end up stuck in the same nation that birthed you. What the heck! Explore your home nation. For the meantime.
Too many choices. That was what I had. Where did I want to go? To Paris. To Rome. To China. I was staring at my passport and wishing I could make up my mind.
I hurried so fast to the airport that I left my passport on the dresser. I could not believe my bad luck. My family was there, waiting, staring and angry at my being such a clutz.
we all have little time in this world.
there are so many places to view with eyes wide open.
and without blinking we can see a new sight.
there in the palm of your hand lies your ticket.
your passport to the experience.
your world unknown.
I once had to get my passport mailed to me. I waited and waited and waited. It never came…Surely it got lost in the mail, I thought. Surely I have a passport, I remember posing for it. However no one else remembered it, no one else remembered me. I hate being imaginary.
The singer both sighed and laughed at her voice teacher’s ignorance. Although a collar could be the binding restraint that her teacher wished to “liberate” her from, for her it was the physical embodiment of freedom: A passport into an idyllic land in which she had given herself entirely to her Master.
a passport to happiness- thats what i need, especially after today. i had the dream of you cheating on me with her, and then found her panties in your room. you said they were old, from before, and i believed you. please tell me that it was the right decision- or else i might have to take a passport to hell.
I have a passport to nowhere, but in my mind that particular place is fabulous. I can make it anything I want it to be any seasone with my choice of travelling partner.
So, vamos a probar este nuevo sistema vaciando todo lo que viene a mi mente en 60 segundos. Creo que con el dolor de cabeza no tengo nada en la cabeza, suena triste, pero así es. Debe de ser culpa del calor y de lo poco que he dormido. Ya sólo quiero que acaben las preocupaciones del semestre.
the thing that you use when traveling between countries, cultures. it is the key to the door of wonderous possibilities and great opportunities for growth and exploration.
s so awesome i mean one word really saves the day. one word i have to say about it, it friggin awesome!!!!! haha i dunno really what one word is but it is really a great way of making young people write as well as older people. how do i react? well i react in a good way and that should it always be for everyone.
While he boarded the plane to Spain, he begun to think that maybe it was a mistake. Wasn’t he really just running from his problems? The life back home wasn’t unbearable, so why was he really leaving? He hated to think that he lost himself somewhere along the way.
so recently I went to london, and then I remember that all I could think about during the first day there was emily carver, and her thick golden hair, her glasses even her mannerisms. she was beautiful, so beautiful but i ruined everything. i look like a criminal in my passport photo my head is shaved and i was going to be a soldier. instead life took me down the road of awkward sex with her resulting in takeing the plan b pill because i’m an asshole
We want it we need it, to travel, to live beyond our means anything to escape from the dull drums of the day to day life . TO make new ourselves and everything around us with a simple trip and piece of paper
take me to somewhere new,
your marroun jacket slung into my bag,
engraved with the coat of arms,
the body of my tavels inside.
Leave once more,
and then sit on the edge of trevi,
fling a silver reflection over one shoulder.
Everything is foreign,
nothing is familiar.
I passed a port and thought I caught the sight I sought. So fraught with danger I report, a lesson I wish you’d be taught. Don’t live life stuck on 0, live it like an astronaut
I held the passports in my hand, both old and new. The old one, with its fuzzy picture and terrible hair, had a hole through the cover. The new one, crisp and clean and unmarked by any hand, sat waiting for my first trip in years.
My way into any country in the world!
i need a place to call home. yeah, i know, this is an old trick, but i really feel this way, away from this country, away from this palnet maybe… i need somewhere to feel happy and peaceful but not alone.
i hope i dont loose it because its a pain in the butt to replace. people can steal your identity! identity theft! I need a new identity. WHO AM I
I tried to forge a passport once but I ended up mistakenly gluing a picture of my dog into it which the customs agent initially thought was funny but apparently lost his sense of humor when I said something conspicuously similar to Khmer Rouge while explaining my dog’s odd appearance where my face should be. Perhaps he had the whole “owners look like their pets.” think in his head.
I am in the middle of applying for my passport. Post office said unacceptable. A photo copy of my marriage certificate is not ok. My second marriage name is not proof.
I wish I had a passport so I can travel the world and forget about my problems. Take pictures of beautiful structures and beautiful people. I would go to Jamaica and get in touch with my carribean roots.
I took my passport and went to the airport to board my flight. This flight to America is the first long-distance flight that I have taken in my entire life. I believe this flight would be the most memorable of all the flights that I have taken in the recent years.
i want to see her
passports, I just got one. I’m not going anywhere though. What’s the point of having to have perrmission to leave a country , it doesn’t make sense.
I’ve been handed the rights to the rest of my life. I know the reality of my person- its capabilities, its limitations, its losses and sadness, its ever-present hope. No matter where i go, i shall travel in this body. Where is my passport?
i need to renew mine. It has a great photo short hair and all exited it got damaged in the rain and the last time i went to the airport they allmost didn’t let me fly.. golly gosh
There was a passport lying blatantly on the table, begging for me to take it some place exotic, some place foreign, some place to escape from the known, the decrepit, the understandable.
“Your passport is invalid.” I looked at the official and said with surprise, “Are you certain?” “This isn’t even a passport, sir. This is a label torn from a can of beets.” I gasped, “That’s not acceptable?” His hand hovered near his holster. At this rate, I would never get to Lilliput on time.
A passport is just a piece of paper, nothing particular. It is not an identity, it is not a representation of a human. How can a piece of paper represent our souls, after all? It is only a material substance that, in the end, is what it is – a tree.
The thief skilfully swipes the passport off the man’s pocket and disappears into the crowd.
travel. fly. explore. adventure. discovery. I want to fly far far away and never return. What is freedom? I don’t think it requires a passport, but I’m sure one would help. I just want to escape, be free as a bird in an open unclouded sky. Forever. Alive. Free. At one with the world.
you use it to go to other countries.
it is a thing use in going outside the country.without it we can’t go another country.
a passport is a form of id , a passage of ports , a port of passing , passing through ports . A Passport is a right to passage through ports . A government issued
Passport. That single booklet which opens the entire globe for your leisure. However, if you’re like me and too damn lazy to get your own passport, then you’ll end up stuck in the same nation that birthed you. What the heck! Explore your home nation. For the meantime.
Too many choices. That was what I had. Where did I want to go? To Paris. To Rome. To China. I was staring at my passport and wishing I could make up my mind.
I hurried so fast to the airport that I left my passport on the dresser. I could not believe my bad luck. My family was there, waiting, staring and angry at my being such a clutz.
we all have little time in this world.
there are so many places to view with eyes wide open.
and without blinking we can see a new sight.
there in the palm of your hand lies your ticket.
your passport to the experience.
your world unknown.
If i had a passport and all the money ever, I’d go so far away from here, and never miss it.
travel alex cousins uk bitches japan sushi wishes airplane death sleeping eyes closed need gone weird wonder
I once had to get my passport mailed to me. I waited and waited and waited. It never came…Surely it got lost in the mail, I thought. Surely I have a passport, I remember posing for it. However no one else remembered it, no one else remembered me. I hate being imaginary.
The singer both sighed and laughed at her voice teacher’s ignorance. Although a collar could be the binding restraint that her teacher wished to “liberate” her from, for her it was the physical embodiment of freedom: A passport into an idyllic land in which she had given herself entirely to her Master.
a passport to happiness- thats what i need, especially after today. i had the dream of you cheating on me with her, and then found her panties in your room. you said they were old, from before, and i believed you. please tell me that it was the right decision- or else i might have to take a passport to hell.
I have a passport to nowhere, but in my mind that particular place is fabulous. I can make it anything I want it to be any seasone with my choice of travelling partner.
So, vamos a probar este nuevo sistema vaciando todo lo que viene a mi mente en 60 segundos. Creo que con el dolor de cabeza no tengo nada en la cabeza, suena triste, pero así es. Debe de ser culpa del calor y de lo poco que he dormido. Ya sólo quiero que acaben las preocupaciones del semestre.
the thing that you use when traveling between countries, cultures. it is the key to the door of wonderous possibilities and great opportunities for growth and exploration.
s so awesome i mean one word really saves the day. one word i have to say about it, it friggin awesome!!!!! haha i dunno really what one word is but it is really a great way of making young people write as well as older people. how do i react? well i react in a good way and that should it always be for everyone.
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While he boarded the plane to Spain, he begun to think that maybe it was a mistake. Wasn’t he really just running from his problems? The life back home wasn’t unbearable, so why was he really leaving? He hated to think that he lost himself somewhere along the way.
so recently I went to london, and then I remember that all I could think about during the first day there was emily carver, and her thick golden hair, her glasses even her mannerisms. she was beautiful, so beautiful but i ruined everything. i look like a criminal in my passport photo my head is shaved and i was going to be a soldier. instead life took me down the road of awkward sex with her resulting in takeing the plan b pill because i’m an asshole
i thought this was going to be a new word when i clicked on it. it was passport again. i don’t want to write about a passport.
ugh.
my mother’s passport got lost in the atlanta airport.
that trip, my brother died.
only 6 passports in the bag now.
We want it we need it, to travel, to live beyond our means anything to escape from the dull drums of the day to day life . TO make new ourselves and everything around us with a simple trip and piece of paper