"baloons" poems - Hello Poetry

they are bravely terrified of me and i don't know how to react. i try saying this or that or getting up but i swear to mother clown every time i try it's just worse. they keep shooting silver at me, they keep locking themselves up in caves i can't reach my terrible terrible wings are too big. i could always just eat them, but it's like they're learning to get away it's almost like they've learned my tricks almost like they know now when they're hallucinating. the baloons filled with blood won't pop i can't quite reach georgie's arm.

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May 30, 2015

May 30, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC

maybemarc

i feel like pennywise to bill denbrough

they are bravely terrified of me and i don't know how to react. i try saying this or that or getting up but i swear to mother clown every time i try it's just worse. they keep shooting silver at me, they keep locking themselves up in caves i can't reach my terrible terrible wings are too big. i could always just eat them, but it's like they're learning to get away it's almost like they've learned my tricks almost like they know now when they're hallucinating. the baloons filled with blood won't pop i can't quite reach georgie's arm.

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I miss the bright blue hair that doesn't stand out. I miss the croaky voices when we all decided to shout. I miss the midnight raves in all of their madness. I miss the people being free and just pure happiness. I miss just the people and how amazing they are. I miss the walk to the village 'cause we're all too young to drive a car. I miss the henna on my arms which instantly washed away. I miss the pride march and queer disco all of which were pretty ******* gay. I miss the ****** baloons 'cause why the **** not. I miss the one ******* girl who I didn't tell was hot. I miss the political jokes and the question time Q&A.; I miss the jokes about consent and the woodcraft way. I miss the workshops on politics, on science, on the war (against fracking). I miss everything including the café and folk suply store.

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Aug 13, 2016

Aug 13, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC

gray-rain

Post Camp Blues (V Camp 2016) part 1

I miss the bright blue hair that doesn't stand out. I miss the croaky voices when we all decided to shout. I miss the midnight raves in all of their madness. I miss the people being free and just pure happiness. I miss just the people and how amazing they are. I miss the walk to the village 'cause we're all too young to drive a car. I miss the henna on my arms which instantly washed away. I miss the pride march and queer disco all of which were pretty ******* gay. I miss the ****** baloons 'cause why the **** not. I miss the one ******* girl who I didn't tell was hot. I miss the political jokes and the question time Q&A.; I miss the jokes about consent and the woodcraft way. I miss the workshops on politics, on science, on the war (against fracking). I miss everything including the café and folk suply store.

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Out of concern I write. Don't judge if am wrong or right. Fundamentally, it is my right, To address an I'll that is becoming a rite. Many swell like foam, Being pumped to boom By needle or rather ***** But in reality that are just but fume. Peer pressure is powerful witch. But can only enchant you if you wish. We are empowered to be the wizards of our life, To make freewill choices devoid of strife. Aunty, getting slim tea is now slim. Brother, guys are sleeping in the gym. Boss, your colleagues are booking for liposuction. I still wonder why you guys are rushing liposyn injection. Ladies with Bees made of silicon Counting themselves among the slaying lexicon, In negligence of the pains to reckon, They do whatever it takes to be a beauty icon. Smokers are liable to die young. You ignores it as if it's written in ching-chong Liposyn users are liable to kidney failure, You ignore to prove your velour. You are made from the best kit. Don't risk it all for a **** Stop thinking anticlockwise. A word is enough for the wise. Blessedinkz

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Jan 30, 2019

Jan 30, 2019 at 12:44 AM UTC

Blessedinkz

Inflated baloons

Out of concern I write. Don't judge if am wrong or right. Fundamentally, it is my right, To address an I'll that is becoming a rite. Many swell like foam, Being pumped to boom By needle or rather ***** But in reality that are just but fume. Peer pressure is powerful witch. But can only enchant you if you wish. We are empowered to be the wizards of our life, To make freewill choices devoid of strife. Aunty, getting slim tea is now slim. Brother, guys are sleeping in the gym. Boss, your colleagues are booking for liposuction. I still wonder why you guys are rushing liposyn injection. Ladies with Bees made of silicon Counting themselves among the slaying lexicon, In negligence of the pains to reckon, They do whatever it takes to be a beauty icon. Smokers are liable to die young. You ignores it as if it's written in ching-chong Liposyn users are liable to kidney failure, You ignore to prove your velour. You are made from the best kit. Don't risk it all for a **** Stop thinking anticlockwise. A word is enough for the wise. Blessedinkz

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Leaders of the 'Free World': Get jobs inflating hot air baloons with all that hot air you love to blow, Then perhaps you'd make an honest living and your words would be useful not just to you and yours, but to those you claim to seek to help. WE ARE SERFS WE ARE PEONS WE ARE PAWNS WE ARE STATISTICS WE ARE UNITS TO BE EXTORTED WE ARE UNITS OF PRODUCTION WE ARE THE UNTOUCHABLES Our right is to worship our system

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Jan 23, 2013

Jan 23, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

4-year anniversary of Guantanamo still being open after Obama swore to us that he would close it. (Po-LIE-ticians)

Leaders of the 'Free World': Get jobs inflating hot air baloons with all that hot air you love to blow, Then perhaps you'd make an honest living and your words would be useful not just to you and yours, but to those you claim to seek to help. WE ARE SERFS WE ARE PEONS WE ARE PAWNS WE ARE STATISTICS WE ARE UNITS TO BE EXTORTED WE ARE UNITS OF PRODUCTION WE ARE THE UNTOUCHABLES Our right is to worship our system

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*The leaves that were dry Have started photosynthesis Trees of the desert have Borne fruits and flowers The oxygen in the air is easy to breathe Every nook and corner I see, I travel I can see people selling Baloons of LOVE Humans everywhere Are madly rushing to buy LOVE Nobody is saying "NO" To LOVE today... Is LOVE on sale? Or on discount? Or is LOVE sold freely In open markets?*

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Jul 28, 2015

Jul 28, 2015 at 2:35 AM UTC

melan-of-innocent

In Open Market

*The leaves that were dry Have started photosynthesis Trees of the desert have Borne fruits and flowers The oxygen in the air is easy to breathe Every nook and corner I see, I travel I can see people selling Baloons of LOVE Humans everywhere Are madly rushing to buy LOVE Nobody is saying "NO" To LOVE today... Is LOVE on sale? Or on discount? Or is LOVE sold freely In open markets?*

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future is vast expanse of confusing unknown romanticised nonsense past is like the dead we still feel it but it's not there it fades with clown-like indecency mocking our misfortune at it turns and waves goodbye present is spent in other realms except the rare flicker where mind and body reunite like old friends long missed intangible, consistent, inconsistent nonsense is the cruel ticking of time there is nothing we can hold in a moment and own It all escapes us like helium baloons tugging from the tiny sticky hands of small children floating into the blue sky never seen again as every moon and sunrise although we forget

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Dec 1, 2014

Dec 1, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC

lucycgray

time (confusion)

future is vast expanse of confusing unknown romanticised nonsense past is like the dead we still feel it but it's not there it fades with clown-like indecency mocking our misfortune at it turns and waves goodbye present is spent in other realms except the rare flicker where mind and body reunite like old friends long missed intangible, consistent, inconsistent nonsense is the cruel ticking of time there is nothing we can hold in a moment and own It all escapes us like helium baloons tugging from the tiny sticky hands of small children floating into the blue sky never seen again as every moon and sunrise although we forget

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Its not a bubble gum sweet and then bitter after that sweetness vanished, you spit me I like bubble gum I love the baloons that I made even if it explodes I can reshape it don't worry I never get angry

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Sep 6, 2017

Sep 6, 2017 at 5:46 PM UTC

nurul-amalia

bittersweet

Its not a bubble gum sweet and then bitter after that sweetness vanished, you spit me I like bubble gum I love the baloons that I made even if it explodes I can reshape it don't worry I never get angry

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