"bubbliness" poems
To feel yourself falling in love
With somebody over the course of months
Is to realise that you're more kind,
Happier, caring, gentle, and sweet-
A better person in general-
Keeping that person in mind.
No matter what you do,
Nobody else will understand
The way you feel every day,
The bubbliness of your actions,
The air of generosity and dreaminess
In every word you say.
To fall in love with someone
Is to notice you're not alone
And that you're loved and cared for.
It is to notice you matter as well
And to better yourself and others
Through kindness you pour.
To fall deeply in love with someone
Is to fall in love with yourself,
To fall in love with life as a whole,
To fall in love with everything.
Before you even know it,
Love has taken its grand toll.
May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 10:14 AM UTC
"the encompassment of these words is stunning; existential angst in a fruit, or section thereof hurtling into space. makes sense though, if i lived in a runaway time capsule, i'd want fruit too, perfect or no. nice poem"
Say what?
Take a noun and make it noun-er.
Take philosophy and dress it down.
Take a fruit, an orange, section it, throw it into space, then agonize over its rightness of being.
Thee musn't feel that one's overuse of semi-archaic phrases and punctuation lessens the actuality of the expression being made. Indeed, it serves only to encapsulate the soundness of thine understandingness and thine expressions of agreement-oneness with the effervescent bubbliness needed to attract one's readers to continue with their reading of one's liturgy of the meaningfulness of the outerworlds and innertimes. Throw in Gaia, underworlds, swords and flames. Trees with names. socks with shoes. Oftentimes these travel through the continuum side by side, yet unencumbered with knowingness of the other, unembraced by the unembraceable.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
A night united together
For the very first time
Around the amish time
Inside this French Bistro
Surrounded by the glamorous duo
Gainsbourg & Birkin
Wrapping up the ambiant air
French musical undertones
Deep green velvets hues
Ilona, the Host of the Soirée
Walking as if she is dancing
With her irrepressible bubbliness
Serving us drinks & oysters
... Zee oysters ...
Taking their last breaths
In the fading ice
Indulging the no-teeth treatment
Is it a tragedy?
I dunno...I guess we will never know
Two Hirondelles lost in time
The time flying by
We are now the last guests of the Soirée
The clock ticking by
Its time to leave this place
And those two Rock Stars
We are leaving behind
I knew you were trouble from the very first time
But ahhhhh, so refreshing, so alike...
A night united together
For the very first time
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC