I took the tiny book out of my pocket, examining it. It had been to so many worlds, so many places beyond our time. I had stepped into the body of a virus to see the intranets of darfun four, and held in my mind the cosmic body of an angel. And it was all here in my passport.
I don’t have my passport. I don’t have a lot of things adults are supposed to have. I don’t think I ever will. When will I ever need one? I’m stuck here, and a passport might as well be the Holy Grail.
Holiday, out of country to take a nice long vacation. May go with friends may go it alone. would like to see Italy, France, Spain and England. Not sure what sites I would see because I am not familiar with all of the tourist attractions
You need a passport to travel to other countries. You can keep it to document your travels. They’re fairly expensive. They’re a form of identification. They’re nice to have just in case you decide to travel somewhere.
just the other day my mom dad and sister went to get our family passports and then they found out that i had to be there so my daD DROVE HOME AND GOT ME AND I HAD JUst got out of the shower i went down to the post office looking gross and got my picture taken and got my passport! so now i can go out of the countryh cuz i have a passport
Darla showed her passport to the airfare man.
“That is not you! I know it’s not! You look nothing like your picture,” said the clerk.
“Yes that is me! I dyed my hair! It really is me. You have to let me go to Denmark! It has been my dream vacation for years!”
I went to get a passport. My photo was terrible. I cried. I asked them to redo it. They refused. I went on a trip with my passport. No one believed that it was me in the photo. I couldn’t get back home.
Josephine knew, if she really wanted, that she could leave it all behind, and enter another world, somewhere far from here. Because there were other worlds. She had heard of them, seen them, on the television. Paris was where you went for romance, for love, as was Venice. Pamplona, in Spain, was where you went where they ran the bulls down the streets, and elsewhere, in Italy, they threw oranges at each other and grinned with unconcealed glee. The ecstatic feeling of being able, being allowed, to enjoy – it was, colour, life. She had seen it all, there on the travel channel – when he feel asleep, with the teevee on and tuned to one of those channels where sports were played perpetually between men that all looked alike, she changed it over and lowered the volume so as not to wake him, – so she knew, that there was a world outside. Without him. A world he would not understand, that left him all behind. The more she thought of it, the more the thought held her, and whispered, and answered her that she could. If she really wanted. She had the money she saved, over the two years they were married, when things started going bad, and it was safe under the mattress where she hid it. She had checked it last tuesday, when the passport had finally arrived and she had it hid, together with the money. And now there he was, sleeping, again, in his armchair and the teevee on. She went, softly, carefully, to their bed, to the mattress with the smell of her sweat and his sweat on it. Her armed trembled, not just with the weight of the mattress she held up. Her passport was gone. Her money, was gone. In their place was a note, scrawled in his lazy hand. It said, simply, ‘We are gonna have a talk about this.’
(not done in 60 secs. I am breaking the rules but that is just being really very clever in some sort of post-modern way or something.)
by I took the money, gambled it, and won us all tickets to Paris! Now I'm going to romance you. And you on 04.17.2009
No one understands me.
No one gets what I had to go through.
No one quite hears the story that lies underneath
No one seems to grap the fact
I am foreign.
I’d like a passport, I have one but I need to renew it, and I’ve been meaning to, it’s just I don’t venture into the post office that often so I haven’t done it yet.
I’d like to stamp my passport out of the grind of this life and live for what I’ve been meaning to live for and I know I can do it I’m ready to go
I’m standing in the line, and I’m counting down
as seconds tick away. I’m breaking.
I want to travel to a different place,
I want to be part of a world
where women dress up in silk and scarves,
where I can wear my sunglasses inside
or at night
and no one will ask why.
The girl in the passport will look
nothing like me.
I will change.
She showed her passport to the agent; trying not to let it show on her face that the information on the passport was not hers. She had to leave the country. If she stayed, she would definitely be killed. They still might track her down but she at least had half a chance of hiding outside of the states.
You sweep me away. I see you and I feel like I’m clutching a passport to someplace where nothing matters except the smell of your skin, your voice, your touch. I’m ready to land in you…
I haven’t gone to the DMV to get my license because I’ve been scared of failing the driving test, even though I drive better than anyone I know. I’ve been carrying my passport around just in case.
Traveling is expensive, and i don’t have a a passport because my mother wont give me my birth certificate. She thinks im going to run away and get married. When in all actuality i just want to get my passport so i can explore something other then the east coast. Besides it takes forever to get your passport, and i won a free cruise.
it’s a thing you take to the airport with you. To access other countries. passports are very important in similar worlds of ecstasy and delight. timing is always right.
traveling to beautiful places. seeing new sights and people. learning about the world in a whole different view. to travel is to experience the world somewhere new and distinct from where you originally are from.
The possibility of travel opens up a world. The world is different for each sole that inhabits it. Some take treasure in magnificent soil of the Amazon. Some take solace in cement utopia. I urn to explore it all.
the passport, nonsense thing, to citizens in the world arent we the same piece of mud,
to ener here to a culture there different but our life is the same…
the photo on her passport looks nothing like her anymore. she wonders if they’ll ask. if they do, she wouldn’t know what to say. ‘things have changed,’ maybe. ‘i got into this awesome diet,’ ‘got a tan.’ she reconsiders. ‘i got better.’
its at my dads house, has a picture of me looking like a psychopathic killer and inside is a stamp from amarica and the rest are from spain. it has most information about me and i think i need to get it renewwed at some point so i can use it as legal id.
It was my only passport to a life of freedom. It was now or never. To board or not to board? Throngs of people hurried in, each in a world of their own. I stood still amidst the activity, frozen in time.
when i think if this word i find it funny. I’ve used a passport many times and every time i use one i lose it somewhere. or i lose it after the trip and have to get a new one. i find it very comical. and when you say pass port you might think like going by a boat dock. or something. i don’t even know. i just think its funnt
Did you know that you don’t need a passport to go to Puerto Rico, but if you do go you’ll need one to come back. It is considered a territory of the U.S so Americans can go there without a Paasport, but it’s also open to other countries so to protect the borders, its required to have a passport to renter.
my passport just like any other passport has my name, my address and date of birth in it! well, dont be surprised you can check your date of birth in yours too.
A key to travel all the way around the world. A form of identity that doesn’t define a person but makes them exist in the eyes of governments and computers. Steal a person’s passport and you could steal their life.
Jane rummaged through her bag to find her passport but failed. “Why now?” She mentally screamed at herself. She started throwing things out of her bag. Useless things like staplers and mirrors and paper bags, things she didn’t really need anymore.
All she ever did was to show that slip of paper. The large, embossed logo caught their eyes immediately, and she was ushered in a sudden flurry of activity through the gates, as if the world were coming to an end around her.
I took the tiny book out of my pocket, examining it. It had been to so many worlds, so many places beyond our time. I had stepped into the body of a virus to see the intranets of darfun four, and held in my mind the cosmic body of an angel. And it was all here in my passport.
I don’t have my passport. I don’t have a lot of things adults are supposed to have. I don’t think I ever will. When will I ever need one? I’m stuck here, and a passport might as well be the Holy Grail.
harry went to the airport and forgot his passport. Standing in line for the counter he realized that it was missing
Holiday, out of country to take a nice long vacation. May go with friends may go it alone. would like to see Italy, France, Spain and England. Not sure what sites I would see because I am not familiar with all of the tourist attractions
You need a passport to travel to other countries. You can keep it to document your travels. They’re fairly expensive. They’re a form of identification. They’re nice to have just in case you decide to travel somewhere.
need one to go to another country
don’t have one ?
be an illegal immigrant!
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just the other day my mom dad and sister went to get our family passports and then they found out that i had to be there so my daD DROVE HOME AND GOT ME AND I HAD JUst got out of the shower i went down to the post office looking gross and got my picture taken and got my passport! so now i can go out of the countryh cuz i have a passport
Darla showed her passport to the airfare man.
“That is not you! I know it’s not! You look nothing like your picture,” said the clerk.
“Yes that is me! I dyed my hair! It really is me. You have to let me go to Denmark! It has been my dream vacation for years!”
I went to get a passport. My photo was terrible. I cried. I asked them to redo it. They refused. I went on a trip with my passport. No one believed that it was me in the photo. I couldn’t get back home.
Josephine knew, if she really wanted, that she could leave it all behind, and enter another world, somewhere far from here. Because there were other worlds. She had heard of them, seen them, on the television. Paris was where you went for romance, for love, as was Venice. Pamplona, in Spain, was where you went where they ran the bulls down the streets, and elsewhere, in Italy, they threw oranges at each other and grinned with unconcealed glee. The ecstatic feeling of being able, being allowed, to enjoy – it was, colour, life. She had seen it all, there on the travel channel – when he feel asleep, with the teevee on and tuned to one of those channels where sports were played perpetually between men that all looked alike, she changed it over and lowered the volume so as not to wake him, – so she knew, that there was a world outside. Without him. A world he would not understand, that left him all behind. The more she thought of it, the more the thought held her, and whispered, and answered her that she could. If she really wanted. She had the money she saved, over the two years they were married, when things started going bad, and it was safe under the mattress where she hid it. She had checked it last tuesday, when the passport had finally arrived and she had it hid, together with the money. And now there he was, sleeping, again, in his armchair and the teevee on. She went, softly, carefully, to their bed, to the mattress with the smell of her sweat and his sweat on it. Her armed trembled, not just with the weight of the mattress she held up. Her passport was gone. Her money, was gone. In their place was a note, scrawled in his lazy hand. It said, simply, ‘We are gonna have a talk about this.’
(not done in 60 secs. I am breaking the rules but that is just being really very clever in some sort of post-modern way or something.)
No one understands me.
No one gets what I had to go through.
No one quite hears the story that lies underneath
No one seems to grap the fact
I am foreign.
I’d like a passport, I have one but I need to renew it, and I’ve been meaning to, it’s just I don’t venture into the post office that often so I haven’t done it yet.
I’d like to stamp my passport out of the grind of this life and live for what I’ve been meaning to live for and I know I can do it I’m ready to go
I’m standing in the line, and I’m counting down
as seconds tick away. I’m breaking.
I want to travel to a different place,
I want to be part of a world
where women dress up in silk and scarves,
where I can wear my sunglasses inside
or at night
and no one will ask why.
The girl in the passport will look
nothing like me.
I will change.
It’s time to start all over again.
[Goodbye.]
passport
She showed her passport to the agent; trying not to let it show on her face that the information on the passport was not hers. She had to leave the country. If she stayed, she would definitely be killed. They still might track her down but she at least had half a chance of hiding outside of the states.
You sweep me away. I see you and I feel like I’m clutching a passport to someplace where nothing matters except the smell of your skin, your voice, your touch. I’m ready to land in you…
I haven’t gone to the DMV to get my license because I’ve been scared of failing the driving test, even though I drive better than anyone I know. I’ve been carrying my passport around just in case.
Traveling is expensive, and i don’t have a a passport because my mother wont give me my birth certificate. She thinks im going to run away and get married. When in all actuality i just want to get my passport so i can explore something other then the east coast. Besides it takes forever to get your passport, and i won a free cruise.
to get to another country
to enter into another part of the world
a way of escaping to somewhere new
I love my passport. It’s been beaten to death by rain and being in my pocket all the time, but it reminds me of the best time of my life in Greece.
it’s a thing you take to the airport with you. To access other countries. passports are very important in similar worlds of ecstasy and delight. timing is always right.
It’s the only thing that holds me back for me to travel around the world.
i double checked everything: my coat, wallet, luggage, down to the extra pair of boxers, i was prepared for anything.
Then I got to the airport and realized I’d lost my passport at home. Devastated, I had just ruined my European getaway.
Then I turned and realized you were here, at home, and that Europe wasn’t where I needed to be…
traveling to beautiful places. seeing new sights and people. learning about the world in a whole different view. to travel is to experience the world somewhere new and distinct from where you originally are from.
i need to get my passport from my mother…thats the one thing holding me back from exploring the world.
The possibility of travel opens up a world. The world is different for each sole that inhabits it. Some take treasure in magnificent soil of the Amazon. Some take solace in cement utopia. I urn to explore it all.
the passport, nonsense thing, to citizens in the world arent we the same piece of mud,
to ener here to a culture there different but our life is the same…
the photo on her passport looks nothing like her anymore. she wonders if they’ll ask. if they do, she wouldn’t know what to say. ‘things have changed,’ maybe. ‘i got into this awesome diet,’ ‘got a tan.’ she reconsiders. ‘i got better.’
I’ve used my passport in the following countries:
Jamaica
Barbados
Australia
Singapore
England
Netherlands
Belgium
Germany
Need some more countries to go to. Fill that passport up!
its at my dads house, has a picture of me looking like a psychopathic killer and inside is a stamp from amarica and the rest are from spain. it has most information about me and i think i need to get it renewwed at some point so i can use it as legal id.
It was my only passport to a life of freedom. It was now or never. To board or not to board? Throngs of people hurried in, each in a world of their own. I stood still amidst the activity, frozen in time.
The train whistled.
The Oneword is just the prime. The Fisrt Class of the Word.
when i think if this word i find it funny. I’ve used a passport many times and every time i use one i lose it somewhere. or i lose it after the trip and have to get a new one. i find it very comical. and when you say pass port you might think like going by a boat dock. or something. i don’t even know. i just think its funnt
Did you know that you don’t need a passport to go to Puerto Rico, but if you do go you’ll need one to come back. It is considered a territory of the U.S so Americans can go there without a Paasport, but it’s also open to other countries so to protect the borders, its required to have a passport to renter.
my passport just like any other passport has my name, my address and date of birth in it! well, dont be surprised you can check your date of birth in yours too.
passports a book that ensures hassle free travel when crossing borders, an item that proves the identity of a person…
A key to travel all the way around the world. A form of identity that doesn’t define a person but makes them exist in the eyes of governments and computers. Steal a person’s passport and you could steal their life.
Jane rummaged through her bag to find her passport but failed. “Why now?” She mentally screamed at herself. She started throwing things out of her bag. Useless things like staplers and mirrors and paper bags, things she didn’t really need anymore.
All she ever did was to show that slip of paper. The large, embossed logo caught their eyes immediately, and she was ushered in a sudden flurry of activity through the gates, as if the world were coming to an end around her.