They float these pink balloons
Strings hanging down, they
Sway back and forth like
Leaves in the wind.

Weighted down never to reach
Beyond their moment, never to
Fly free, these pink balloons,
Swaying in the wind.

Scuffing  across the floor, neither
gravity keeps them grounded, or
These pink balloons never to
Let this hanging moment soar.

I have many pretty balloons, my
Favorate is pink, pink is the colour
Of flesh, a beautiful tone. One
I like to cut and bleed, as they hang
There slowly strangled floating on air.

What will take them, floating along
Scuffing feet plead for the ground,
But I like to pierce the flesh, like a
Balloon life does deflate slowly
Then gone as if never there.

I have many balloons suspended, some
Stagnant still, while others twitch.
Floating just above life, gliding
Closer to death as they hang upon
String neither here or there.

They think happiness is a bouquet of helium balloons. Picture everyone in the world, each holding a bunch of balloons on strings. Most people's balloons are plump and bouncy, and they float really well. Some people's balloons might be droopy because they're sad, or sick or something. So the people that know me think my balloons are just droopy, and they try to help. They say, "Here, have some helium. Let's get your balloons all floaty again." But I'm not holding any balloons at all. So even if they gave me helium- tanks and tanks of it- there's nothing to put it in. My balloons are just completely missing.

Who would have thought balloons can evoke such emotions

Helium filled colourful balloons
Balloons with notes and kind wishes
Balloons tied together with matching ribbons

I've never received balloons before
Today I received some
One with 'You are fabulous' some more

Who would have thought balloons evoke such deep feelings
Fabulous indeed
I do feel that now

How did you get here?

I drove, don’t really see how that’s relevant.

That’s not what I mean. I mean what led you to come in here today?

I was thinking about Balloons.

Balloons?

Yes.

Would you like to expand on that.

Should I? Sorry, I’m new to this…

Feel free to.

Ok. Balloons. I was thinking about how you never see a balloon in a bad place. Whether it’s a birthday or a celebration or whatever, if there are balloons around people are happy. They’re fun too, you can knock them around in the air, or **** in the helium and your voice gets all funny. But I uh was thinking about how they’ve come to sort of symbolize happiness for us. Like they’re just bits of latex and nylon filled with helium or air, nothing special. Why not lamps? Or wine glasses, or some other inanimate object. But no we settled on balloons and somehow everyone agreed that if balloons are around you should be smiling. So I guess sort of the inverse is true, like if you’re around a bunch of balloons and you’re not happy you must really be depressed. So I’m standing there at my niece’s third birthday and she’s a great kid by the way, really ******* smart too in a way that you just know she’s gonna be something some day. So I’m standing there ya know surrounded by balloons and my wonderful niece and I’m ******* miserable, like I’m telling you I wanted to ******* blow my brains out. And I’m thinking, ****, I should  probably go to therapy. Does that answer the question?

Yes. yes it does.

Far be it from me ~ to say that LEAD BALLOONS don't float !     For example,  how thick is the lead,   how big is the Balloon,   is it filled with Helium,  is it to be floated on earth ,  or perhaps the moon,  with much less gravity and,,what about aboard a space craft ?  SO,  just like I said,  I can;t say LEAD BALLOONS  don't float.     Could it be said,  that Man's feelings are like LEAD BALLOONS?    How Thick or Thin skinned are they,  how big and attractive are the temptations?   Who and what are the Tempters,  that will draw our attention  away from  truths ,  carried aloft by LEAD BALLOONS.    In any of these cases I ask ...." IS THERE A TETHER ATTACHED"?      SO,,,, for the floating portion of the test !!     Prepare as follows:  Snorkels,  Diving Suits,  Flippers,  Masks and Weighted Belts.    Just the things we need for Proper Diving { just in case}.   Fully suited Swan Dives may not seem in place at the Olympics,   BUT at these Major Finals,,A fully suited person is REQUIRED.    Double pike with a Full Twist help in escaping "THAT HUGE SUCTION SOUND".   And of course the Perfect Bathing Cap,  to keep hair out of FACE.   There is Something about having  a situation "RIGHT IN YOUR FACE"  .

Wishes and calls from friends
Not my brother
Of course he can't call
He's learned from his mother

He was taught wrong
Though could've done better
Could've wrote his own songs
Can't write me a letter

My friends write me letters
They think that I matter
Even got me a sweater
Hoping I will get better

The ones that show up
They're the ones that still care
We all raise our cups
Wave them high in the air

It's getting real late
And it's time to leave now
It must've been fate
Not exactly sure how

Glitter may fall
And people may fight
Memories of it all
Escape to the night

Balloons in the backyard
Like memories we shared

We filled them all up
Now they're dancing through air

Colors were popped
And pieces were scattered
Bad thoughts seemed to stop
I believed that I mattered

Balloons in the backyard
Like memories we shared

My heart is filled up
I am walking on air

Colors were blended
And so was my head
Eventually it ended
We must go to bed

Balloons in the backyard
Like memories we shared

Suddenly look up , and you're still there

Brain is now syrup, I don't mean to stare

You look so lovely, you float with the air

I feel so lucky , I'm glad I was there

Balloons in the backyard
Memories we shared

Hearts all filled up
Eyes that may stare

Colors can wander
All through the night

Still found no lover

We travel in flight

July 11

Color Balloons

Oh, to live on top of the highest mountain
in a castle of a dark cold love
a place I never wanted to be I love summers breeze
please let me be free like a balloon

Though my sad lonely years holding on too dreams
praying to here I will be leaving soon
that I have past my test with no regrets
It's so noisy at the fair far away from here
I love the sound of kids playing around

I bite all my old friends are there
dancing around given candy kisses to a happy clown
little ones holding on to their mother and father
not making a fuss of who is around them

but if they only known the eyes that is hunting them
Oh, to live on the top of a darken mountain
I can see a lot from my darken bedroom
If only they could see me too

Oh, colored balloons of a beautiful moon you see it too
There's a girl just down the away losing her way
Oh please don't turn to the lying eyes because it will hurt
the pains of him will cut deep within your soul

please walk away with a smile on your face knowing
you said no to the ****, let your color balloons loos
let them fly high into the midnight sky
I pray you had read all my words I had ever written
can you hear my tears fall from my bedroom window
words of my silence

Words of a woman missing
Did anyone read the hidden note of me?
Oh, to live on top of that cold darken mountain
locked away in a darken dream up in a castle praying for
true Love to find me to break the spell that was put on me

oh, colored balloons fly high away into the midnight sky
I want to see freedom even if it is only make believe it is me
I know I am underneath the stairs that shine so bright
giving back some glares for wishes to be made

To the people who never dreams to people who do dream
to the people who sleeps in peace
Thinking of your freedom like the color balloons
You're leaving too soon you want to be alone

please hold on to what you have and be glad
never look back at your broken down past
if you do look back you may not find your way back.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1982

Balloons are round,
They make my day.
Up in the sky
They bounce and sway.

Balloons are bouncy,
and they squeak loud,
But if you pop them
You draw a crowd.

Some don't like balloons.
I think that that's sad.
But to each his own,
So said my dad.

But look, now I ramble.
So here I'll sign off.
Enjoy this crummy poem.
Or don't. Whatever.
... Rhyme? Nah...

One night as I was going to bed, I looked out the window and saw 55 yellow balloons flying by. I grabbed by coat and went outside. “I wonder where they come from and where they are going,” I said to myself.”

The mystery of the yellows balloon caused me to become wide awake. My keys were in my coat, and I decided to follow these 55 yellow balloons. I drove until daylight, and then the 55 yellow balloons ascended above the clouds.

Today this mystery remains unsolved. It appears they were seen by no one else, and the news never reported it. Some things cannot ever be explained by human reasoning. This is the case of the 55 yellow balloons