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Hayimus Oct 2016
You were an effervescent bubble on your bad days
A delicate touch, a whiff and you would burst into tiny unwanted droplets
Ruining the beauty of the view
Leaving us astray
Bubble, bubble
Floating by
Passing through
On the breath of a sigh
Bubble, bubble
I wonder why
You are so fragile
Yet climb so high
As if you are
Not an ounce afraid
Of the terrible price
That must be paid
Like Icarus
Too close to the sun
You know youll fall
As you come undone
But still you float,
Enchanting and free
Colorful and dainty,
Inspiring me
To soar to greater heights,
Come what may
To seek out new journeys
New trails and pathways
With no fear of the fall
That must inevitably come
Like you, darling bubbles,
I shall reach for the sun.
So please dearest dancers,
Show me the way,
I am ready to fly,
Today is my day.
Soft little bubble glowing brightly on the bedroom floor.
In the dark shadow of the early morning peeping shyly.
Dancing in the corner like a delicate flower of light.
Glittering, flickering, sparkling like a brilliant gem.
Snuffing out, relighting, fading then shining strongly
like a spotlight beaming past the veil against it.
The blackout curtain imperfectly drawn against the intrusion.
Protecting the world inside from the tiny heaven spark.
Reaching in from a fiery source 1 Earth's Orbit away.
Cracking the barrier against the 4th dimension at its weakest point.
Breaking through the darkness of the new day's dawn.
Disturbing sleepy reality as morning progresses.
Bobbling across the floor like a wobbling balloon
Flaming with growing intention from the simplest photon.
Filling the room with its awesome power
... chasing the darkness away.
Alienpoet May 2016
I stare at my four walls
If there was a speech bubble where would it fall?
Sometimes I think I am cartoon character on TV.
Waiting for the script to become the real me
Sometimes the world steals my ideas
Sometimes I can't grasp reality from my fears
Tears form to loneliness of which we were born
It's the storm of the monologue which yearns to escape us
The people who berate us, hate us probably are jealous
Of our strangeness.
AnnaMarie May 2016
Once in my life I wanna be me
I want to stop listening to people's judgements
I want to stop comparing myself to others
I want to stop being like other people
But I can't...

It's like this universe wants me to be like everyone else
People look at me in odd ways when I wear my favorite shirt
They judge my overgrown hair
They laugh at my make-up free face

But the thing is
I like that old shirt that has a burrito on it
My hair is what makes me, me
I don't like make-up

But why do I have to be like everyone else
Why must I constrict my freedom to someone's liking
Just because they say I wouldn't "fit in" if I don't

Maybe it has something to with me
Maybe I just need the confidence to
Jump up and scream
"Hey, I can be different!"

It is going to be difficult to do that
To leave my little bubble
But what if I do leave the bubble,
Does that mean I can be who I wanna be?
L Seagull May 2016
Well well well sailor
Tucked the gun back into your pants
Panting all overcome
With obsessive you don't know what
Here I am the future mermaid
Isn't it where the drowned go if heaven spits them out?
Don't know if they'd accept.
Cheers to you frightened
Never a complete silence in the open sea
Sing yourself a song of solitude
Next time you wish to put me back in place
Where you belong
With your fear of stupidity.
Or maybe... Maybe I won't leave
Yes, I probably won't
I tried once or twice before.
Alter ego is not for me to choose
My doppelgänger gangsta crazy beach.
So please, if you decide to have a snack
Out of my good intentions
May I suggest pickling?
So it may last you through lifetime
Of self imposed misery.
Add lemon so it's not too fishy
And salt generously with your f...ng tears
I guess you're right, angry is better than depressed
the moon in your eyes
the stars in your heart
your red lips open in a drunk smile 
in a trepidatious waiting
for a dawn that you still  didn’t see
for a sunset that you still didn’t  live
you're waiting
that the sun will warm you
that the sea will lull you    
you're waiting
crossed by a subtle pleasure ..
an excited fear .. 
that everything vanishes
as in a dream upon awakening
but the dawn
the sunset
the heat
the sea
so yearned for ..
worthless now !
finally
you feel
slipping on your rainbow
a kaleidoscopic emotion
while your eyes stars at his
both closed in a bubble
Julie Langlais Feb 2016
A bubble appears
Small and smooth
Symmetrical
Transparent
Hued in pink and blue
Harmless
Our instinct is to pop
Amused by its bursting
Why?
It will explode as it lands softly to the ground.
Why not let it be?
Admire it's beauty
Floating in purity.
Clear and delicate
A free spirit
Until it hits the ground
Pop!
It vanishes

© Jl 2016
I was taking a shower one morning, and saw this bubble floating. My initial instinct was to pop it, then realized... Why?
I pondered about cruelty, wars, destroying nature,  and how our human instinct to destroy still exist. But why?  Haven't we evolved from our hunter and gatherer days... Or have we?
Brent Feb 2016
hindi ako bubble gum
na iyong hahanapin
kapag ika'y nababagot sa kahihintay
na matapos ang iyong klase.

hindi ako bubble gum
na iyong pampalipas-gutom
sa kumakalam **** tiyan
na naghahangad na makatikim
ng pagkaing bubuhay sa iyong kalam'nan.

hindi ako bubble gum
na kaya **** paikut-ikutin
gamit ang iyong dilang mapanlinlang
na nagsasabing ako'y iyong minahal.

hindi ako bubble gum
na iyong iluluwa
matapos **** simutin ang lasang
iyong ninanais na makamtan.

at higit sa lahat,
hindi ako bubble gum
na iyong hahanapin
kapag ika'y naghahanap ng panandaliang tamis
sa mapait nating mundo.
first filipino poem i'll be posting here. trying myself if this works out as spoken word but it's kinda too short.
Dez Cat Jan 2016
My world could be a chromosome
My world could be a atom
My world could lay in your hands
Or even be a blown bubble.
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