#balloon
If you understate me I’ll show it to you
I’ll become inflated - a Steven-balloon.
Blow up my life like I fill up the room
I’m a me-balloon!
With the proper key you leave your roses at the door
Practiced memories and wilted petals on the floor
So you want more? But you doubt my love is pure?
This is all I’ve ever really wanted, and you’re not sure
I don’t need to see the score, I can become bigger than before
If you understate me I’ll show it to you
I’ll become flated like Steven balloon
Blow up my life like I fill up the room
I’m a me balloon!
Searching for my home, I’m checking into every whim
When it’s not my own I’m happily blown by the wind
Do you think I’m him? Or is my love too innocent?
You are all I’ve ever really wanted but I’ve kept hid
See through me: I stretch my skin, until I explode into fragments
If you understate me I’ll show it to you
I’ll become inflated like Steven balloon
Blow up my life like I fill up the room
I’m a me-balloon.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 11:16 AM UTC
Summertime and the holidays
I'm off to the coast
Yea! Off to the sunny seaside
Breezin' down the highway with my window wide open
The music blaring on the radio
Got my bags all packed in the back
Got my swimming trunks in, my beach towel, beach ball.... and my wonderful inflatable woman.
At the hotel I unpack, I get her out
At first she's a bit flat
She's like my very own genie in a bottle
When I uncork her, start to pump her up
It's then...it's then the magic starts
At first she flounders and writhes about
Then suddenly she grows bigger, she becomes *****
she rears up
I know what my three wishes are gonna be
With her lovely ***** salacious look
I know what she's thinking
"Is Sargeant Sausage, is he coming out to play"
Why! You little hussey you little ****
Big and bouncy, so pink and soft and wowzy
My wonderful wibbebly wobbly wonder girl
How I love her lovely curves, all her lovely hills and valleys
She's so pneumatic she's... she's absolutely fantastic
Great big bonging bangers
I lose myself in her, squeeze her tightly
Like a big big balloon she carries me away from all the cares of the day...far faraway
She's incredible! She's amazing!!
(Careful not to bite her though , I did that once
She started to hiss, then she went off flying, farting all around the room).
I made me a tape of conversations from movies
Girls saying sweet things to their fellas,
I play it when she's there
Looking at me across the room
O! she's so sweet, so understanding
She never criticises, is so undemanding
If only all girls could be that way.
The two of us together
Man! She's a fine bit of rubber
We make a good.... a lovely couple
Just me...me and my wonderful...my wonderful inflatable woman.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
How many more murders will we grieve in this dark night?
Dog bites and sound bytes
Debris from bomb kites...
Death and destruction on all sides
Whilst they watch from hot air balloons
Hollow-heartedly high
How many more surreal acts lie?...
More backing down
Staying out
Safe and sound in the parachute blot of a blasted cocoon as it sinks to the ground...
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 7:30 PM UTC
A yen is not a thing
it's the wish
to hold the string
of a yellow balloon
you once lost
on a windy day
in the hills
of your mind
Aug 21, 2022
Aug 21, 2022 at 4:58 AM UTC
died of an enlarged heart
rode in on the wings of a Seraphim
to tell you it was actually broken
that it just grew a few too many sizes that day
and honey,
it burst into a quasar
a bouquet of sound like a tin balloon that
explodes inside a tunnel full of quiet winds.
but now here comes the rain
a holy baptism half past a broken heart.
we’ll sew it up together
with a quicksilver spindle of celestial threads.
golden yarn spun from the Oversoul inside my head
the seeds of my holy heart-mind
sewn beneath my lotus feet.
ceramic shards of a broken heart
woven whole again
showing only golden cracks and seams
below the clouds the sun is brighter than it seems.
inside this fire we laugh so loud
the tunnel full of silent raging winds
are giving birth to embers
and steaming into clouds.
hard hearts will expand with a smile
as we float along the wake
of the Prince of Wands -
bathing in the fire.
by jordan
May 21, 2022
May 21, 2022 at 5:18 PM UTC
You inflate my heart like a balloon
Filled with all your fake love
The pin you hold is always so dangerously close
Waiting for my balloon to pop anytime soon
Why do I still trust people with my heart?
When it ends up ripped apart
To the next person, I'm on restart
All remaining is the rubber parts
Popping all my love-filled hearts
~20/5/21
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 8:42 AM UTC
They float and fly,
Ascending to a place
Much higher in the sky
Though little see how they chase
You into yet another cry.
But you accept it, just in case
You fail to come by
And deliver your final good bye.
Purple balloons soar
As he enters an endless sleep
To which escape is no more.
Purple balloons
Much higher in the sky
Coldly whisper;
'Good bye'.
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 12:49 AM UTC
one red balloon with dangling string
caught by a breeze
rising, floating free
one red balloon swept on thin air
blowing, going higher still
above the trees in open sky
and far below the freed balloon
an empty hand and upturned eyes
~ ~ ~
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 5:46 AM UTC
Out of a **** he made Great Art
It was no ordinary **** no!
It was straight from the heart, that
****
It had lain too long in the dark
Now was it's time to start
To make its bid for freedom... and for stardom.
It flew like a dart that **** from the
heart
Like an arrow strung from Cupids
bow
Little did it know how luminous it'd
glow
Becoming one of the Greats in the
Farting Canon.
It was probably the greatest **** poem
ever written
In my own humble opinion
It was very daring and it smelt of
onion
It was certainly the fairest fartiest
poem I ever seen
If it was one of the three Musketeers
It would have to have been
D'artagoine.
It inflated like a balloon, blew up like
a great glass bubble
Then it popped and headed off
toward England
Flying further afield than any ****
had ever flown
It touched people's hearts, bewitched
every nation
Resounded around the world
Yea! was heard in every Kingdom.
It flew long, it rounded the Horn
Like a Lark, that **** it soared and
sung
It was no boring old ****
It was far fartier and fruiter than that
It was a King of Farts
Way above the fartiest of farters and
all the farting Arthurs
It was the real King Arthur
The King Arthur of all farts and
Farters.
A real Belter was that **** that came
from the heart
That had all the Angels singing in
their cloisters,
A real work of Art just like Mozart
Or remember... remember your
Shakespeare
"Hark! A **** a **** Whereforth art ?
Thou ****
It played its part, that **** yea! it
wielded its Excalibur.
O! there's nothing I'd rather do than lie here blowing sweet bubbles next
to you
You! on your little flutey flute flute and
Me! on my big Bass Trombone.
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 7:24 PM UTC
A shiny white balloon gently sways with the wind
Attached at the end is a little girl, she's three.
She swirls and dances, all grace no faults.
She stumbles and giggles, not caring at all.
Her locks of hair cover her eyes, from the danger around.
The little girl is old now..
She does not giggle or sway.
She does not dance or play.
She cares, she cares about what everyone thinks.
The little girl we once knew, is no longer free.
For she has let go of her shiny white balloon.
It floated away, float float float.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC
You’re just like a balloon
That I wanted so dearly
Like a child so amused
With the feeling and its hues.
One day as I watch you
As distant as always,
I didn’t know it was the day
You’ll be wanting to stay.
I’m the child, you’re my balloon
We’ll forever stay in tune;
I dance with you under the sun,
I dream of you under the moon.
One day you flew away,
Another child wanted you to stay.
You left me, empty and lonely;
Feeling the mark from your string.
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC
Between the envelope and gondola I'm lighter-than-air. Montgolfier-style? Not really. I ascend as a prayer with his eyes wide shut, timid in the feel for heaven. Speaking of heaven, some say it's no longer a gated community, but the association fees have doubled. Really I float like a Yost, flaming onboard for the photo shoot. The morning pass is for the kids with spending power. The noon move, and media darling, catches the Comic-Con crowd just stumbling out of a parent's basement. The night drift, drink in hand, mimics the trigger man who got his days confused from too much killjoy. Laissez-passer both giveth and taketh away -- there is no immunity in the sky, no amnesty to assign my crimes to. I'm just your smiley actor on the Netflix trail. You love me for a season or until my balloon gets popped. Whichever comes first.
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 10:58 AM UTC
Not slowly, like sand washing up on shore, but rather all at once.
Like a bubble blown up too big,
Like a shaken bottle of soda with a loose cap,
Like a needle on a freshly blown balloon,
Like a KNIFE on a BREATHING RIB CAGE.
A second before disaster.
But the question is,
Who
Will
Push
The
NEEDLE?
No one does.
I return home deflated. A needle cannot end me now.
I wish someone would open the cap, pop the bubble,
But there is no knife on my breathing rib cage.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 9:36 PM UTC
Hope was like that
Helium balloon
Full of dreams and belief
which slipped out of my hand
I tried to grab the string
I tried to catch
But was unable to cling!
It had flown away
Soon I heard the balloon whisper
"Oh dear! Life is like me!
If you won't let me go!
How far you'll rise,
You'll never know!'
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 3:42 AM UTC
yes, our music drowns on the tenement rooftop
as the cicadas droned hymns dedicated to libido
from trees at piercing decibels, shedding nymph exuviae,
mourning warmth and dirt womb
flaunting stained glass wings—
i wonder, do they ever fly?
no, she says, at least not well.
she used to put them on her shoulder in summer
along streambeds before knotting them to balloons.
string-to-flesh, she’d make them fly.
like ground to sky, like up from down, was inevitable,
as fated as abandoned skin left on bark,
a skeletal leaf, rotting for dear death or death after,
moon-drunk, drunk-drunk, in elongated breaths,
we listen to their endless cries, now
the morning’s cold or maybe early afternoon.
Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 3:07 AM UTC
There once was a girl who played the fife,
Looking at her filled my ****** with strife.
She played me a tune,
And I swelled like a balloon,
Now that girl is my wife.
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 8:30 PM UTC
When you laugh
I feel like I've done what I was meant to do
When you speak
It's like listening to my favorite song on a loop
When you move
It's like watching a wave dance
When you look at me
My heart rises like a hot air balloon
When you say goodbye
My heart aches for more
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 9:07 PM UTC
Pineapple topped beach palms are tall in the clouds,
Echoes of bells tones trail in the sky so dark blue.
The sun is liquid honey, with a golden candy coating,
It is now that I look up and see my red balloon.
A song of harmonic laughter is full in the air,
Up it floats into adventurous magical territories,
Mythic beasts and sprites follow on clouds and stare,
Ticker-tape string trailing, windy chimed melodies.
The chalk of clouds are pillows filling the sky,
Darker and suspended in mid-animation, dimming.
The balloon floats still-ever higher in the light,
Lighter than ever, above the earth still spinning...
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 3:32 PM UTC
The world was small,
but the days felt big.
They stretched out before me
like big, beautiful balloons,
just waiting to be popped.
Like a child,
sometimes I let one go -
a waste of something good,
but it certainly was eerily pretty
to watch float off into the ether.
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 2:42 AM UTC
You are the home
from which the love I crave
We’re running out of time
And I’m still flying
A little too close to the sun
That little balloon beneath my chest
constantly filling up with air
As I float
Be careful
or It will soon explode
And it may never even land home
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 5:20 AM UTC
I look up at the sky and see the moon,
Shining bright, like a lonely balloon.
The stars try to convince the moon to be happy.
But the moon’s salty tears slowly fill up the sea.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
And this love for you
I have attached to a ribbon.
I have watched it soar
Weaving left & right above
My head.
Half-afraid to watch
Half-afraid to let go.
In the blink of an eye it was over.
The look in your eye attached to a ribbon
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 2:21 AM UTC
Ever since I was a little girl
I have always wondered
Where balloons go
When we let them out of our grip
Surrounded by nothingness
In wide open spaces
We watch them float up into the air
So elegantly
They move so nonchalantly
Without a care in the world
They don't know where
Their final destination may be
But I wonder
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 8:45 AM UTC