i got a ticket. i kno i was speeding. did u ever think it might have been on purpose. that i havent spoken to another human being in so long, that i needed to get someones attention. so i chose u, the lonely officer, waiting for someone like me
I had a ticket to the big times, sure I did, but I blew it all on a boy. You know what? That was the best decision of my life, and I wound up with everything I never knew I wanted.
Erin
just the, emminently suitable, exactly what was needed at the exactly the right time. Such an english turn of phrase….Jeeves and Wooster agreeing on the pleasing result and having a cup of tea. Just the ticket!
georgie
Entering a musty building an joining a queue to receive an entrance to a sweat filled room. Or sitting by a screen while macros inevitably seize purchasing control, denying access
Katie
Tracey sang she’s got her ticket to ride, and I lounged on my couch thinking about where I would go if I could just get up and set off around the world. To have my own permission not to be bound.
i am going on vacation next week. on a cruise. first we go eastward bound and then hop on a boat for several days. a week actually. i haven’t been on vacation, a REAL vacation in ten years or so. i’ve had some weekends away and sleepovers at the bestie’s, but this is the real deal and all i can think is “that’s the ticket”.
“She’s got a ticket to ride…but she don’t ca-a-are..” I hear the Beatles singing the lyrics, but I’m thinking of another ticket. A ticket to salvation through Christ Jesus. I’m thinking of young people who have this great and free salvation, but they don’t care. The love and forgiveness that we cannot seem to obtain for ourselves by ourselves (and well we know it at 2am in the morning when all distractions of the world are silent), has been purchased for us by the Returning King through his own ultimate sacrifice. How would I feel if I had made such sacrifice for my children, and they turned their face away and uttered, “…but I don’t ca-a-re…”
mama
the lottery ticket was fine it was a gullible prize to win. jimmy thought it was the best thing ever and he never wanted to let it go. so he took it to his mother for safe keepings and she never thought to put it away. so when jimmy thought to ask her for the ticket again she didn’t have it. said she lost it in a fire and that he would never see it again. poor poor jimmy.
Ashley Melton
the ticket way out of this place is to close your eyes. and i want you to think of the toughest person you have encountered, whether you have hurt them or they have hurt you. think hard with this one, dont hold it too tight. now put all of that hate or love and let go. relax people.
Joseph jumped at the slight recollection, his ticket to reminiscence of the past which eluded him so, preventing the slightest glimpse of fond memories and happier times with the light of youth.
My, my, time flies
one step and we’re on the moon,
next step into the stars
My, my, time flies
Maybe we could be there soon,
our one way ticket to mars.
– Enya
Dream Big. Always.
Elin MacRae
Dis ditzy ol Don bawt a tickit
An wot diddy doo ony kickit
It went up in the air
An cam down God knows were
Someone redit an said “jus da tickit!”
da wiz dat e waz
I received my first ticket today. How do I break it to them? How will I ever be allowed to drive again. Will they trust me? Something so simple and easy as going over the speed limit can ruin everything so quickly.
Dis ditzy ol Don bought a ticket
An’ wot diddy doo on’y lickit
‘E lickt off da print
Till dar warnt a hint
O wot ‘e wud doo wid da ticket
da wiz dat e waz
you get it for getting in to the theaters. tickets are very important and they use them to keep track of people and/or vehicles. like traffic tickets and toll bridge tickets
Anna Huebner
“Did you get the ticket?”
“Of course I got the ticket! It is right there on the counter!”
“Darrell, there is no ticket on the counter! I need that ticket!”
The train’s engine turned on as I felt the vibrations underneath my feet. “Don’t lose your ticket, lady,” the thin man punching the tickets said. I rolled my eyes and looked away, loosely gripping my ticket in my right hand. I felt the wind hit my face from the open window next to me, not caring if my ticket flew out the window this instant.
In high school we used to wait in line for hours, each of us clutching our ticket to see the midnight showing of Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings. Heck, I just did that same thing last week only this time I wasn’t dressed like a giant Snitch. We used to go to Comic Con at noon on a Saturdays to buy our $25 tickets dressed up like hobbits and anime characters. In Madrid, I used to covet the monthly Metro ticket that let me join the shuffle and bustle of the city at a whim. It seems my whole life I’ve held some sort of ticket or other in my hand. Usually in, hardly out. Wonder how long I’ll have to wait to find the golden ticket outta this rut.
Keirstin
Two tickets to Paradise is a great song. I lived on Paradise Road for many years. Then moved away, now I live 20 minutes below a town called Paradise. Lived across the street from Paradise Cove also. Must be something to this name, it seems to follow me. :-)
paulie aragon
I have a train ticket that is scheduled to leave at dawn. I don’t know where I’m going, just that I’m getting away from my old life. I’m getting away from the torment and the horror that clouds my everyday judgment. I plan on getting away from everything that bothers me and irritates me. I’m getting away from him. So, stepping onto the train, I ignore that man that calls me “son.”
Ticket to paradise, ticket to ride, tickets as entry, tickets as trade, tickets for punishment, tickets for rewards. Yeah, that’s the ticket. If I had a ticket to his heart…I probably wouldn’t use it, because it would feel too much like cheating.
Dear lord, I’ve only gotten one ticket in my life. It was when I crashed my car into several trees. The ticket: Too FAST for conditions. Real story: Too drunk for conditions…
Jimmy
there’s no ticket that i could buy to get out of here.
i’m trapped, stuck– whatever you want to call it.
i honestly don’t know what to do anymore…
keep going?
what good would it bring?
: poverty, depression, a failed life.
my only “ticket” is encased lead, powder and a promise…
to get me where i’m going.
I once won 500 Dollars on Deuces Wild lotto ticket… Damn that was a good day. I save my movie tickets too.. Tickets are such a fun thing to behold. I bought a lottery ticket tonight.. Won 2 dollars.. Spent 2 dollars.. I profit nothing.. But it’s fun to hold that small amount of hope when your scratching off numbers of chance. You just never know what you’ll get.
Zoe D.
And she grabbed her ticket and ran. It’s what she was used to. She ran from home, from her so-called-friends, from her home town that didn’t feel much like home. She ran from the past, she ran from the future, but in reality she was running from herself. And with that ticket gripped tightly in her hand she boarded the train, hoping never to return again.
I have to think to write. It wouldn’t make sense not to. So was I suppose to just sit here and pretend to be writing. Even that would mean I needed to think. Unfortunate these rules that I decided to break.
ps. Ticket?
I got a one-way ticket to the cheapest place possible. I went there, I don’t even know where. I slept in the street, and when I woke up, I was covered in a blanket. There was a basket by my head, filled with food and love. I never went home.
the little girl handed the ticket over to the train driver. “RAAAAAAHHHHHHHH I will eat your face for giving me a fake ticket you little demon”. The train driver instantly turned into a huge 27 foot turkey monster with massive sharp teeth and a serpentine tongue that sprayed drool everywhere. And then he swallowed up the little girl in one bite.
Tim
ticket, my brother got a ticket to watch the bulldogs verse the tigers. He is a tigers supporter. Go the tigers.
I took the ticket from the woman’s hand and continued on towards the rides, games, and fun that awaited me. I had looked forward to this day all year; the day I got to return to the Seaside Boardwalk. And finally… that day had come.
I’d just won the radio contest for tickets to our favorite band in concert. I wanted to call you and see if you wanted to go, but then I remembered – hey! You’re a fucking asshole. So I took your best friend and we had a great fucking time. I even gave him head afterward. Have a nice life!
Allison
the ticket to this ride we call life. although this ride is unlike any other and beyond what we could ever expect or imagine. it is unpredictable and we never know when it suddenly might end. at times we feel completely and utterly lost and scared not knowing what to expect. and at times we feel exhilarated and euphoric upon the anticipation of the unknown. either way, there’s no getting off and there’s no controlling it. so might as well buckle up and enjoy it for all it’s worth.
it can be many things. a way to go. a way to leave. a way to live. a way to die. so many in such a little word. where did it all come from? one simple word. ticket.
Nici
you can get a ticket when you get pulled over by the police. tickets can cost a lot of money. you can also buy a ticket when you go to the movie theater, or you need a ticket to go to a concert. tickets are also required to go to ball games. tickets can be cheap if you buy them online from random places. you can search for tickets everywhere.
kristi
Tomorrow I will take that yellow card, that ticket they sent in the mail the week after I got my citizenship certificate. I will take it and go to a testing center in Santa Clara to prove what I have already proven so many time before: that I belong.
Ruth
i got a speeding ticket once, barreling down that old country road that led to your place — tucked away in the thick of sentinel trees, omniscient and knowing as they rattled their leaves at me, like a mother’s wagging finger. and while the fine was hefty and my insurance was just as angry as my parents, none of the consequences compare to the fact that i was still too late.
The ticket to heaven isn’t something we have. It doesn’t exist. That is because God lets us in for free. Jesus died for you.
treebytheriver
The train rushed past me. I had just missed my lifeline. What was I going to do now? The ticket in my hand felt too smooth to be part of my crazy world.
The ticket evaporated as my mind went into unconsciousness.
treebytheriver
fair and traffic issues. money. games. amusement parks. fun. vacation. plains. enjoyment. family. cops. law enforcement. no good. irritating.
lynn
She has her ticket in her hand. The thing gripped inside her fist is the ticket that will get her on that ship, that ship to the United States. The unsinkable ship. She doesn’t know what exactly to expect from the TITANIC, but she knows that this will be a journey to remember for a lifetime.
i got a ticket. i kno i was speeding. did u ever think it might have been on purpose. that i havent spoken to another human being in so long, that i needed to get someones attention. so i chose u, the lonely officer, waiting for someone like me
I had a ticket to the big times, sure I did, but I blew it all on a boy. You know what? That was the best decision of my life, and I wound up with everything I never knew I wanted.
just the, emminently suitable, exactly what was needed at the exactly the right time. Such an english turn of phrase….Jeeves and Wooster agreeing on the pleasing result and having a cup of tea. Just the ticket!
Entering a musty building an joining a queue to receive an entrance to a sweat filled room. Or sitting by a screen while macros inevitably seize purchasing control, denying access
Tracey sang she’s got her ticket to ride, and I lounged on my couch thinking about where I would go if I could just get up and set off around the world. To have my own permission not to be bound.
i am going on vacation next week. on a cruise. first we go eastward bound and then hop on a boat for several days. a week actually. i haven’t been on vacation, a REAL vacation in ten years or so. i’ve had some weekends away and sleepovers at the bestie’s, but this is the real deal and all i can think is “that’s the ticket”.
“She’s got a ticket to ride…but she don’t ca-a-are..” I hear the Beatles singing the lyrics, but I’m thinking of another ticket. A ticket to salvation through Christ Jesus. I’m thinking of young people who have this great and free salvation, but they don’t care. The love and forgiveness that we cannot seem to obtain for ourselves by ourselves (and well we know it at 2am in the morning when all distractions of the world are silent), has been purchased for us by the Returning King through his own ultimate sacrifice. How would I feel if I had made such sacrifice for my children, and they turned their face away and uttered, “…but I don’t ca-a-re…”
the lottery ticket was fine it was a gullible prize to win. jimmy thought it was the best thing ever and he never wanted to let it go. so he took it to his mother for safe keepings and she never thought to put it away. so when jimmy thought to ask her for the ticket again she didn’t have it. said she lost it in a fire and that he would never see it again. poor poor jimmy.
the ticket way out of this place is to close your eyes. and i want you to think of the toughest person you have encountered, whether you have hurt them or they have hurt you. think hard with this one, dont hold it too tight. now put all of that hate or love and let go. relax people.
Joseph jumped at the slight recollection, his ticket to reminiscence of the past which eluded him so, preventing the slightest glimpse of fond memories and happier times with the light of youth.
My, my, time flies
one step and we’re on the moon,
next step into the stars
My, my, time flies
Maybe we could be there soon,
our one way ticket to mars.
– Enya
Dream Big. Always.
Dis ditzy ol Don bawt a tickit
An wot diddy doo ony kickit
It went up in the air
An cam down God knows were
Someone redit an said “jus da tickit!”
I received my first ticket today. How do I break it to them? How will I ever be allowed to drive again. Will they trust me? Something so simple and easy as going over the speed limit can ruin everything so quickly.
Dis ditzy ol Don bought a ticket
An’ wot diddy doo on’y lickit
‘E lickt off da print
Till dar warnt a hint
O wot ‘e wud doo wid da ticket
you get it for getting in to the theaters. tickets are very important and they use them to keep track of people and/or vehicles. like traffic tickets and toll bridge tickets
“Did you get the ticket?”
“Of course I got the ticket! It is right there on the counter!”
“Darrell, there is no ticket on the counter! I need that ticket!”
The train’s engine turned on as I felt the vibrations underneath my feet. “Don’t lose your ticket, lady,” the thin man punching the tickets said. I rolled my eyes and looked away, loosely gripping my ticket in my right hand. I felt the wind hit my face from the open window next to me, not caring if my ticket flew out the window this instant.
In high school we used to wait in line for hours, each of us clutching our ticket to see the midnight showing of Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings. Heck, I just did that same thing last week only this time I wasn’t dressed like a giant Snitch. We used to go to Comic Con at noon on a Saturdays to buy our $25 tickets dressed up like hobbits and anime characters. In Madrid, I used to covet the monthly Metro ticket that let me join the shuffle and bustle of the city at a whim. It seems my whole life I’ve held some sort of ticket or other in my hand. Usually in, hardly out. Wonder how long I’ll have to wait to find the golden ticket outta this rut.
Two tickets to Paradise is a great song. I lived on Paradise Road for many years. Then moved away, now I live 20 minutes below a town called Paradise. Lived across the street from Paradise Cove also. Must be something to this name, it seems to follow me. :-)
I have a train ticket that is scheduled to leave at dawn. I don’t know where I’m going, just that I’m getting away from my old life. I’m getting away from the torment and the horror that clouds my everyday judgment. I plan on getting away from everything that bothers me and irritates me. I’m getting away from him. So, stepping onto the train, I ignore that man that calls me “son.”
Ticket to paradise, ticket to ride, tickets as entry, tickets as trade, tickets for punishment, tickets for rewards. Yeah, that’s the ticket. If I had a ticket to his heart…I probably wouldn’t use it, because it would feel too much like cheating.
Dear lord, I’ve only gotten one ticket in my life. It was when I crashed my car into several trees. The ticket: Too FAST for conditions. Real story: Too drunk for conditions…
there’s no ticket that i could buy to get out of here.
i’m trapped, stuck– whatever you want to call it.
i honestly don’t know what to do anymore…
keep going?
what good would it bring?
: poverty, depression, a failed life.
my only “ticket” is encased lead, powder and a promise…
to get me where i’m going.
I once won 500 Dollars on Deuces Wild lotto ticket… Damn that was a good day. I save my movie tickets too.. Tickets are such a fun thing to behold. I bought a lottery ticket tonight.. Won 2 dollars.. Spent 2 dollars.. I profit nothing.. But it’s fun to hold that small amount of hope when your scratching off numbers of chance. You just never know what you’ll get.
And she grabbed her ticket and ran. It’s what she was used to. She ran from home, from her so-called-friends, from her home town that didn’t feel much like home. She ran from the past, she ran from the future, but in reality she was running from herself. And with that ticket gripped tightly in her hand she boarded the train, hoping never to return again.
I have to think to write. It wouldn’t make sense not to. So was I suppose to just sit here and pretend to be writing. Even that would mean I needed to think. Unfortunate these rules that I decided to break.
ps. Ticket?
I got a one-way ticket to the cheapest place possible. I went there, I don’t even know where. I slept in the street, and when I woke up, I was covered in a blanket. There was a basket by my head, filled with food and love. I never went home.
the little girl handed the ticket over to the train driver. “RAAAAAAHHHHHHHH I will eat your face for giving me a fake ticket you little demon”. The train driver instantly turned into a huge 27 foot turkey monster with massive sharp teeth and a serpentine tongue that sprayed drool everywhere. And then he swallowed up the little girl in one bite.
ticket, my brother got a ticket to watch the bulldogs verse the tigers. He is a tigers supporter. Go the tigers.
I took the ticket from the woman’s hand and continued on towards the rides, games, and fun that awaited me. I had looked forward to this day all year; the day I got to return to the Seaside Boardwalk. And finally… that day had come.
I’d just won the radio contest for tickets to our favorite band in concert. I wanted to call you and see if you wanted to go, but then I remembered – hey! You’re a fucking asshole. So I took your best friend and we had a great fucking time. I even gave him head afterward. Have a nice life!
the ticket to this ride we call life. although this ride is unlike any other and beyond what we could ever expect or imagine. it is unpredictable and we never know when it suddenly might end. at times we feel completely and utterly lost and scared not knowing what to expect. and at times we feel exhilarated and euphoric upon the anticipation of the unknown. either way, there’s no getting off and there’s no controlling it. so might as well buckle up and enjoy it for all it’s worth.
it can be many things. a way to go. a way to leave. a way to live. a way to die. so many in such a little word. where did it all come from? one simple word. ticket.
you can get a ticket when you get pulled over by the police. tickets can cost a lot of money. you can also buy a ticket when you go to the movie theater, or you need a ticket to go to a concert. tickets are also required to go to ball games. tickets can be cheap if you buy them online from random places. you can search for tickets everywhere.
Tomorrow I will take that yellow card, that ticket they sent in the mail the week after I got my citizenship certificate. I will take it and go to a testing center in Santa Clara to prove what I have already proven so many time before: that I belong.
i got a speeding ticket once, barreling down that old country road that led to your place — tucked away in the thick of sentinel trees, omniscient and knowing as they rattled their leaves at me, like a mother’s wagging finger. and while the fine was hefty and my insurance was just as angry as my parents, none of the consequences compare to the fact that i was still too late.
The ticket to heaven isn’t something we have. It doesn’t exist. That is because God lets us in for free. Jesus died for you.
The train rushed past me. I had just missed my lifeline. What was I going to do now? The ticket in my hand felt too smooth to be part of my crazy world.
The ticket evaporated as my mind went into unconsciousness.
fair and traffic issues. money. games. amusement parks. fun. vacation. plains. enjoyment. family. cops. law enforcement. no good. irritating.
She has her ticket in her hand. The thing gripped inside her fist is the ticket that will get her on that ship, that ship to the United States. The unsinkable ship. She doesn’t know what exactly to expect from the TITANIC, but she knows that this will be a journey to remember for a lifetime.