#balloon-series - Hello Poetry

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.

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Mar 15, 2015

Mar 15, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC

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They Float On Pink Balloons

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.

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Balloon floating Free Traveling the winds Till the day POPPP!!! You are no more Just a empty shell, Lying, Discarded, Lost Some where on the floor.

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Mar 9, 2014

Mar 9, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC

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Balloon

Balloon floating Free Traveling the winds Till the day POPPP!!! You are no more Just a empty shell, Lying, Discarded, Lost Some where on the floor.

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And so the green balloons did grow Inflated, nurtured over time, This tree of air Nitrogen, Oxygen, Carbon Dioxide, Argon, Traces of other gases too, Out side was warm Internal temp minus triple degrees, What had been barren branches Now sustained as these Strings matured forth Buds of latex and rubber grew, Liquid air exhaled as the buds nurtured Air expanded with warm the green balloons Grew & Grew Sprung forth in to life what once was Small, now expanded fuelled by the Cold fuel of the tree of white, In the winds they did gesture As if dancing putting on a show Tree, Branch, String, Green balloons flourished there veins Feeding air anew, Blustery winds picked up Strings did snap, green balloons did Float away, drifting upon high Into a sea of blue, But as seasons change, Green balloons became loose Many floated away to places new Those that did not, Deflated, Depleted, Exhausted, Nourishment of air, no longer green ballons Phenomenon's of gases changed And green faded now this tree of air Brought forth new shades of Yellows, Purples, Black, Oranges, So these colours did fall from the tree, Floating not as before, They did descend, slowly to the floor, Biodegradable. they did fade From view, not what they were before, The life cycle of these green balloons The tree of white grows evermore cold, For seasons change and green balloons will Grow again next spring floating in the air once more.

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Nov 10, 2014

Nov 10, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC

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Tree Of Green Balloons

And so the green balloons did grow Inflated, nurtured over time, This tree of air Nitrogen, Oxygen, Carbon Dioxide, Argon, Traces of other gases too, Out side was warm Internal temp minus triple degrees, What had been barren branches Now sustained as these Strings matured forth Buds of latex and rubber grew, Liquid air exhaled as the buds nurtured Air expanded with warm the green balloons Grew & Grew Sprung forth in to life what once was Small, now expanded fuelled by the Cold fuel of the tree of white, In the winds they did gesture As if dancing putting on a show Tree, Branch, String, Green balloons flourished there veins Feeding air anew, Blustery winds picked up Strings did snap, green balloons did Float away, drifting upon high Into a sea of blue, But as seasons change, Green balloons became loose Many floated away to places new Those that did not, Deflated, Depleted, Exhausted, Nourishment of air, no longer green ballons Phenomenon's of gases changed And green faded now this tree of air Brought forth new shades of Yellows, Purples, Black, Oranges, So these colours did fall from the tree, Floating not as before, They did descend, slowly to the floor, Biodegradable. they did fade From view, not what they were before, The life cycle of these green balloons The tree of white grows evermore cold, For seasons change and green balloons will Grow again next spring floating in the air once more.

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I was swimming in a sea Of balloons They were Ocean Blue & White I tried to hold on but Always slipping under The white would slip off the many blues And hit like a Feather Shaped Brick Many more would fall I tried to breath But the latex water Suffocating, Asphyxiating, Breathless, As each rolled off my face. I was in a ocean of Balloons, But they kept floating down Knocking the air from my lungs, I swam, I drifted, As the white wall faded Sinking to the bottom The weight too much, To float as the blue, I was swimming in balloons, Now floating face down Suffocated by the endless blue..

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Oct 1, 2014

Oct 1, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC

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Swimming In Balloons

I was swimming in a sea Of balloons They were Ocean Blue & White I tried to hold on but Always slipping under The white would slip off the many blues And hit like a Feather Shaped Brick Many more would fall I tried to breath But the latex water Suffocating, Asphyxiating, Breathless, As each rolled off my face. I was in a ocean of Balloons, But they kept floating down Knocking the air from my lungs, I swam, I drifted, As the white wall faded Sinking to the bottom The weight too much, To float as the blue, I was swimming in balloons, Now floating face down Suffocated by the endless blue..

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Red balloons litter the floor, Out numbering the pure ones before, What once was white now Discoloured Violated Shrouded Float from view Each a moment of life As the balloons once white Now no more, For all is stained red Crimson, Droplets, Dried Upon white like a tear, It slides down marking Before greeting the floor, Expelled air, ruptured by the Violence, Anger, Death Still lingers, an after image Of the life that was here before, Red balloons float leaving their imprint Splatter effect upon floor & wall Cold eyes stare seeing both White & Red Balloons Clinging around this fallen life, Where white once was now all That floats is the stench of death Red balloons huddle around, Each carrying a moment with them When life became death & White was scarred by crimson, Life is static, still, for death now floats above the floor

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Nov 6, 2014

Nov 6, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC

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Red Balloons Where White Floated Before

Red balloons litter the floor, Out numbering the pure ones before, What once was white now Discoloured Violated Shrouded Float from view Each a moment of life As the balloons once white Now no more, For all is stained red Crimson, Droplets, Dried Upon white like a tear, It slides down marking Before greeting the floor, Expelled air, ruptured by the Violence, Anger, Death Still lingers, an after image Of the life that was here before, Red balloons float leaving their imprint Splatter effect upon floor & wall Cold eyes stare seeing both White & Red Balloons Clinging around this fallen life, Where white once was now all That floats is the stench of death Red balloons huddle around, Each carrying a moment with them When life became death & White was scarred by crimson, Life is static, still, for death now floats above the floor

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