I’m laughing then I’m crying. I wish this shape that reflects light but not emotions could give me an answer. Will he leave? Will the inevitable pop, of both the balloon and of our love, never come? What deceit. This orb tells me nothing. I guess I should invest in an eight-ball.
There is an unbearable feeling of expansion. Your membrane stretched beyond anything it had dreamed of before, growing bigger with the second, expanding past all preconceived boundaries and lines.
well i always wanted a balloon when i was little. it always seemed like a great present. when i was little i used to play basketball with a helium balloon, when it went flat i would tear it open and suck it down so that my voice changed. i had a great time.
Once I looked above my head to look at the squashed soaring clouds above me only to find my vision obscured by a massive pudgy shape. As the wind turned it round I saw a face emblazoned on the side of a balloon.
It floats high above the heavens in its own world of beauty. That beauty is life itself, and how easily the world can change. The balloon is a metaphor for everything – life, that can sail away with the wind; friends, that can betray you with anything…
Pascal and his red balloon. My entire childhood contained in those twenty pages. No one else has heard of the book; no one else knows how good of a companion a red balloon can be. No one else has seen the devastation a popped balloon can cause.
She tied the helium balloons to the end of her hat and it caused the ends to float upwards. Looking quite mystical, she proceeded to pick up the sniper rifle infront of her and shoot the imaginary zombies infront of her.
Balloon, the latex goodness drifting from my fingers. Why do I let you go, every time I see you again? A fickle thing, you leave me as quickly as we joined. You leave behind memories of childhood, but take with you my dreams, to be carried out another day.
Balloons. Majestic in their latex bodies, drifting to and fro, with only the wind to guide them. Not a care in the world, only the direction they’re flowing. Bringing with them the memories of childhood and tranquility.
I don’t want to write about balloon again. I think I was done with balloons. I want something else. Please give me something else today itself. One word a day is not for me. I am a multi-word man.
have you ever thought about how balloons brighten up your life? here, we do and understand what a difference it makes to have good balloons done. we have balloons of every color imaginable, of amazing shapes and patterns, and everything you can imagine really. go balloons!!
balloons are fun and freeing. looking at a balloon floating in the air reminds me of childhood… fun and care free.. there’s nothing better.
balloons can spark imagination….
I met you when i was a child because a simple misadventure of my simple red balloon. When your forehead met my face I knew you were so incredibly different but we shared one simple passion for adventure. I fell in love with you. But now you’re gone, I am so sorry that we never go on that adventure we dreamt of, but i swear it to you, Elliot, with the very same tool of serendiptity, by god, i will lift our love and let the tender winds of mother nature drift us to our dream. I miss you. Love Carl
rainbow colored balloons light up the cute night sky at the theme park. children hold the balloons and circle the fat, jolly old man with a bulging belly and hairy chest who’s giving out balloons. he smiles and the smart children back away.
There are bright things that happen when the sky looks upside down at us. Clouds seem to dissipate at will. Corndogs taste better. Fruit fornicate for our enjoyment. Children explode.
i don’t really like balloons because i usually lose them outside, and then i feel really guilty because i think about how some poor little otter in oklahoma is going to die while trying to eat it. it makes me really sad because i want to help the little animals so much, but the stupid balloon not only makes me unhappy because i lost it, but it also kills innocent animals.
99 red balloons!
99 dreams i have had and every one a red balloon. It’s all over, I’m standing pretty in the dust that was a city If i could find a souvenir just to prove the world was here, here it is a red balloon, i think of you and let it go,,,~
the young girl held the long, black string in her hand. the wind held the red balloon high in the air, swaying and dancing to the music of the trees. a red balloon.
There was a green balloon that floated in the air
above the sea
for all to see
a reflection of the green light
reflected by the sunlight
and led me to be
a simple honey free
simplicity
The little girl looked up at the balloon floating through the air as she pointed to her mother. “Look, mommy!” said the little girl. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
The sweet gas pours out of the tank and whisps into the balloon, next it is inhaled and held on to like a form of deep meditation. Thats when the deja vu hits and
The noise of the fair died out like the cadence at the end of a sentence, and the balloon in her hand slipped away and drifted off into space like every thought before catching sight of the boy who was staring at her.
The ballon floated away and I watched it go. Soaring through the air, it could have been quite majestic had it not been an outrageous colour. Like my relationship with Ben the balloon left my life.
Ruth had always been a skinny tall parrot. She had crimson and green colouring and glowed like an emerald in the sun. When the balloon floated by that fateful afternoon she knew she should leave it well alone but the string was too much of a temptation and she grabbed it.
i am jealous of it. it can fly as high as it wants, sail away with the wind, resting on its calm. it’s not fair. a balloon has no wings but it can soar. i have feet and i can only jump just to come down.
i watched the girl stick the mouth of the plastic balloon on the metal pump and i watched it inflate to full size. she did it systematically. stick a balloon on, turn the knob for the compressed helium, tie it, stick another balloon on… and so on.
“what are you doing?” i asked her
“i’m pumping balloons, what does it look like i’m doing?” she says. not even looking up to meet my gaze
“what for?” i asked again
no response.
The balloon rose up into the air, free. Like you. Away from me, and my insanity. You, floating away on the breeze. Who knows where you’ll end up, in the end. On top of a tree, on a freeway, on a mountaintop. I hope the best for you. Good luck, friend.
The balloons were let go at the end of the ceremony, and all I could think to myself was, “It’s fucking raining on my graduation day, and they still let balloons out. They didn’t even call my name. 4 years of my life down the drain.”
I’m laughing then I’m crying. I wish this shape that reflects light but not emotions could give me an answer. Will he leave? Will the inevitable pop, of both the balloon and of our love, never come? What deceit. This orb tells me nothing. I guess I should invest in an eight-ball.
balooning.
There is an unbearable feeling of expansion. Your membrane stretched beyond anything it had dreamed of before, growing bigger with the second, expanding past all preconceived boundaries and lines.
well i always wanted a balloon when i was little. it always seemed like a great present. when i was little i used to play basketball with a helium balloon, when it went flat i would tear it open and suck it down so that my voice changed. i had a great time.
Detaining and confining someone
Once I looked above my head to look at the squashed soaring clouds above me only to find my vision obscured by a massive pudgy shape. As the wind turned it round I saw a face emblazoned on the side of a balloon.
It floats high above the heavens in its own world of beauty. That beauty is life itself, and how easily the world can change. The balloon is a metaphor for everything – life, that can sail away with the wind; friends, that can betray you with anything…
Pascal and his red balloon. My entire childhood contained in those twenty pages. No one else has heard of the book; no one else knows how good of a companion a red balloon can be. No one else has seen the devastation a popped balloon can cause.
She tied the helium balloons to the end of her hat and it caused the ends to float upwards. Looking quite mystical, she proceeded to pick up the sniper rifle infront of her and shoot the imaginary zombies infront of her.
Balloon, the latex goodness drifting from my fingers. Why do I let you go, every time I see you again? A fickle thing, you leave me as quickly as we joined. You leave behind memories of childhood, but take with you my dreams, to be carried out another day.
Balloons. Majestic in their latex bodies, drifting to and fro, with only the wind to guide them. Not a care in the world, only the direction they’re flowing. Bringing with them the memories of childhood and tranquility.
I don’t want to write about balloon again. I think I was done with balloons. I want something else. Please give me something else today itself. One word a day is not for me. I am a multi-word man.
have you ever thought about how balloons brighten up your life? here, we do and understand what a difference it makes to have good balloons done. we have balloons of every color imaginable, of amazing shapes and patterns, and everything you can imagine really. go balloons!!
balloons are fun and freeing. looking at a balloon floating in the air reminds me of childhood… fun and care free.. there’s nothing better.
balloons can spark imagination….
I met you when i was a child because a simple misadventure of my simple red balloon. When your forehead met my face I knew you were so incredibly different but we shared one simple passion for adventure. I fell in love with you. But now you’re gone, I am so sorry that we never go on that adventure we dreamt of, but i swear it to you, Elliot, with the very same tool of serendiptity, by god, i will lift our love and let the tender winds of mother nature drift us to our dream. I miss you. Love Carl
Every time I see a balloon floating in the sky, I smile and think of the child crying to his parents, somewhere nearby.
rainbow colored balloons light up the cute night sky at the theme park. children hold the balloons and circle the fat, jolly old man with a bulging belly and hairy chest who’s giving out balloons. he smiles and the smart children back away.
There are bright things that happen when the sky looks upside down at us. Clouds seem to dissipate at will. Corndogs taste better. Fruit fornicate for our enjoyment. Children explode.
i don’t really like balloons because i usually lose them outside, and then i feel really guilty because i think about how some poor little otter in oklahoma is going to die while trying to eat it. it makes me really sad because i want to help the little animals so much, but the stupid balloon not only makes me unhappy because i lost it, but it also kills innocent animals.
Balloons float up and the they float down if they didn’t pop
Just like a person grows and then gets old and then dies
Is kind of weird, but who am I to judge
99 red balloons!
99 dreams i have had and every one a red balloon. It’s all over, I’m standing pretty in the dust that was a city If i could find a souvenir just to prove the world was here, here it is a red balloon, i think of you and let it go,,,~
99 luftballoons – Nena
Air compressed that allows a colorful globe fly aimlessly without judgment. I love the spontaneity.
the young girl held the long, black string in her hand. the wind held the red balloon high in the air, swaying and dancing to the music of the trees. a red balloon.
There was a green balloon that floated in the air
above the sea
for all to see
a reflection of the green light
reflected by the sunlight
and led me to be
a simple honey free
simplicity
Floating
red globe of innocence lost
like the protection of parks
and the sanctity of childhood
The little girl looked up at the balloon floating through the air as she pointed to her mother. “Look, mommy!” said the little girl. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
The sweet gas pours out of the tank and whisps into the balloon, next it is inhaled and held on to like a form of deep meditation. Thats when the deja vu hits and
Balloons are fleeting objects.
The noise of the fair died out like the cadence at the end of a sentence, and the balloon in her hand slipped away and drifted off into space like every thought before catching sight of the boy who was staring at her.
The ballon floated away and I watched it go. Soaring through the air, it could have been quite majestic had it not been an outrageous colour. Like my relationship with Ben the balloon left my life.
red ballon, blue sky and a couple white careless clouds, birthday, green fields, carnival…clowns, i don’t like clowns.
Ruth had always been a skinny tall parrot. She had crimson and green colouring and glowed like an emerald in the sun. When the balloon floated by that fateful afternoon she knew she should leave it well alone but the string was too much of a temptation and she grabbed it.
i am jealous of it. it can fly as high as it wants, sail away with the wind, resting on its calm. it’s not fair. a balloon has no wings but it can soar. i have feet and i can only jump just to come down.
balloons are nice. they make me happy. they float and fly away. to a far away land, away from trouble. to happiness- straight to happiness. colors,
too high to think. see the ground below, and watch it fade into oblivion.
this world was overrated, anyway.
i watched the girl stick the mouth of the plastic balloon on the metal pump and i watched it inflate to full size. she did it systematically. stick a balloon on, turn the knob for the compressed helium, tie it, stick another balloon on… and so on.
“what are you doing?” i asked her
“i’m pumping balloons, what does it look like i’m doing?” she says. not even looking up to meet my gaze
“what for?” i asked again
no response.
The balloon rose up into the air, free. Like you. Away from me, and my insanity. You, floating away on the breeze. Who knows where you’ll end up, in the end. On top of a tree, on a freeway, on a mountaintop. I hope the best for you. Good luck, friend.
The balloons were let go at the end of the ceremony, and all I could think to myself was, “It’s fucking raining on my graduation day, and they still let balloons out. They didn’t even call my name. 4 years of my life down the drain.”
Fly to the infinite blue and forget who you are. enjoy it.
Balloons make me sad. They are lonely reminders that tomorrow will bring the floor and a hang over.