There once was a ballon i had when i was a child, big blue thing, always floating above my head, just dancing about my head like a big blue sun attached to my hand.
Kyle Stoker
They make a loud popping noise and they remind me of being a kid, having parties, but I only ever really had one party that had any balloons, me and my brother used to blow them up and hit them around the room all the time just because it was the fun thing to do. If I could go back to that age again, I would.
kate
balloons are weird.
stretchy rubber.
big deal.
full of air.
big deal.
we don’t appreciate air or helium other than when it’s in stretchy rubber.
but i think the big deal is in blowing one up.
it’s a lot of work.
the first time you do it-
it’s freakin awesome.
Hannah
Why the same word twice? There is only so much I can tell you about a balloon.
Carina
red rotund string shape nacela aer cald sac nisip aer cald sus pasare liber nuiele vant nori
cvgn
Balloons are weird.
we put air into them. big deal. they float around. big deal. why are they so cool? they’re just stretchy rubber that we hurt our cheeks on. it’s not the product of the air thats cool. it’s getting there. its an accomplishment.
Hannah
one day a man was walking through a forest he discovered a balloon he picked it and he began to float he floated up high above the trees. He looked down impressed with the world below him and proud to be a human.
jacob poho
It was blue, and it was green. With words on it. I couldn’t quite see what it said, but I could see the word love. L. O. V. E. Love. It was a pretty balloon.
Carina
i like balloons somedays i feel like balloons are my very best friends in the world they are so nice and bouncy and don’t talk back or be mean. I miss my red balloon i had yesterday it was beeyooteefull.
flying in the sky, floating above the buildings and trees. Represent freedom and uniqueness. Want to grab a bunch and float far away.
Rosalyn
balloon, balloon, flying in the air
don’t you know air is in you, somewhere :)
sinan
balloons are rounded, filled with air, sometimes water. baloons are nice. i have some good memories about them.
sinan
Balloon. Disneys kleine Einsteins. “Ich mag Balloons, ich mag, ich mag Balloons.” Ich hab mich immer gewundert, warum die “Balluhns” singen und nicht wie jedes normale andere Kind “Ballons”.
Balloon, the fun floating colourful toy that I remember from my child hood. So Beyond amazing then, now just as exciting as taking another shit.
Johnny
the sky was filled with balloons on that day.
the magical day that she went to the fair.
balloons in all shapes and colors,
a whole rainbow of balloons floating away in the sky.
Oh how you have ballooned into domination. Yes you bloated mass, I see you. I know there’s been a change and yet you still sanctify. Sacrificial lamb, you plead and you fail. You try so hard to exclaim, to explain but still, you cannot and I am not surprised.
the balloons were all imaginable colors; cerulean, orange, red. They soared up against the clear blue sky, away from the zoo, free at last, free at last…
Sarah
Purple. Blue. Green. Yellow. Red. Orange. All of the colorful balloons were let go at the same time and floated up and away in the sky. The effect was…magical.
Aviva
There was a pink balloon who wanted to fly away. It couldn’t. Its string was tied to a post. It thought about letting go of the string, but that would surely be suicide.
Madeline
I want to be like a balloon just floating into the air and traveling to so many places. Lucky you! :)
Lisa
Round balloon floating above
Flashing orange, on and off
You rise and float and spin around
Gracefully and effortlessly
You don’t make a sound
The sound of your silence is golden
Yet unbearable
And I question whether I yearn for something more.
Flying high into the sky that balloon went. The atmosphere grew thing as it continued to float higher and higher into the distance. Some believe that the rubber of the balloon wouldn’t last until outer space. Boy, were they wrong. Damn, past stars and Polaris, and the moon of course too! How I wish I could fly like that balloon into outer space… With the stars and the constellations. How wonderful would that be! WONDERFUL!!!! :D
Christine
she saw a red balloon in the sky and couldn’t help but think of that first time she saw him. he was perfect in every way and couldn’t help but stare. he was looking back. she smiled. it was the best day in the park.
Brenda
It was floating up into the sky, gently swaying with each breeze. “One more dead dolphin…” My friend mentions, as she so often does, also watching the yellow ball of rubber float higher and higher. “Or one more freed dream…” I counter.
Kids everywhere delight in the bright colors and fun of playing with balloons. Helium filled and ready to float, these toys attract attention with their temporary color and party tone. Early memories of summer fun always sonsist of a balloon!
La
I took the last red balloon from my lips, tied the knot, and let it silently float towards the ground, where it sat with about 50 other balloons. I fell back against the couch, my head dizzy, but it didn’t affect my mood, happy to the max. Estatic for the party tonight.
Julie Charlton
balloons, ball, loons, are balloons loons, are loons balls, its strange, the way they get lumped together and stretch.
The balloon went flying out of her hands. She started crying. Mysterious men in black picked her up and roughly dragged her into their car. She didn’t know what to do, she was only 5, how would she get past 2 big burly men?
Tammy
the balloon fell lathargically down to the grown in a lazy lackisdasical fashion, I don’t know how to spell
balloons are strange
kittycat
She shielded her eyes from the sun as she watched her crimson balloon waft to and fro in the breeze, as it climbed into the atmosphere.
Why do balloons make us happy? They’re just big round pieces of rubber filled with helium or sometimes oxygen. When they’re all the way blown up you can’t even play with them. you just look at them expectantly as if theyre going to play with you.
Melanie
she looks down. a sea of balloons flew below. it’s going to be okay, she thought. she breathed. she jumped. the balloons buoyed her up, her light translucent body almost caught by the wind.
yiffie
ballons, ballons i imagine to be red most of the time, the movie up was a pretty lame movie, but it had lots of balloons. i dont know how to spell balloons normally, this helped me figure that out, out of time.
rj
The ballons scattered above the house like loose confetti stars, the little boy’s hand still outstretched to where he’d been grounding them a moment ago.
“Ma – Mom -” he started, still in awe of the strangeness.
There once was a ballon i had when i was a child, big blue thing, always floating above my head, just dancing about my head like a big blue sun attached to my hand.
They make a loud popping noise and they remind me of being a kid, having parties, but I only ever really had one party that had any balloons, me and my brother used to blow them up and hit them around the room all the time just because it was the fun thing to do. If I could go back to that age again, I would.
balloons are weird.
stretchy rubber.
big deal.
full of air.
big deal.
we don’t appreciate air or helium other than when it’s in stretchy rubber.
but i think the big deal is in blowing one up.
it’s a lot of work.
the first time you do it-
it’s freakin awesome.
Why the same word twice? There is only so much I can tell you about a balloon.
red rotund string shape nacela aer cald sac nisip aer cald sus pasare liber nuiele vant nori
Balloons are weird.
we put air into them. big deal. they float around. big deal. why are they so cool? they’re just stretchy rubber that we hurt our cheeks on. it’s not the product of the air thats cool. it’s getting there. its an accomplishment.
one day a man was walking through a forest he discovered a balloon he picked it and he began to float he floated up high above the trees. He looked down impressed with the world below him and proud to be a human.
It was blue, and it was green. With words on it. I couldn’t quite see what it said, but I could see the word love. L. O. V. E. Love. It was a pretty balloon.
i like balloons somedays i feel like balloons are my very best friends in the world they are so nice and bouncy and don’t talk back or be mean. I miss my red balloon i had yesterday it was beeyooteefull.
n
flying in the sky, floating above the buildings and trees. Represent freedom and uniqueness. Want to grab a bunch and float far away.
balloon, balloon, flying in the air
don’t you know air is in you, somewhere :)
balloons are rounded, filled with air, sometimes water. baloons are nice. i have some good memories about them.
Balloon. Disneys kleine Einsteins. “Ich mag Balloons, ich mag, ich mag Balloons.” Ich hab mich immer gewundert, warum die “Balluhns” singen und nicht wie jedes normale andere Kind “Ballons”.
sometimes I envy balloons, with their ability to float away, up and away from all the chaos down bellow, up to the infinite sky
Esperanza felt like a red balloon tied to an anchor. I get it. I don’t want to be tied down. Balloons were meant to soar!
Balloon, the fun floating colourful toy that I remember from my child hood. So Beyond amazing then, now just as exciting as taking another shit.
the sky was filled with balloons on that day.
the magical day that she went to the fair.
balloons in all shapes and colors,
a whole rainbow of balloons floating away in the sky.
Oh how you have ballooned into domination. Yes you bloated mass, I see you. I know there’s been a change and yet you still sanctify. Sacrificial lamb, you plead and you fail. You try so hard to exclaim, to explain but still, you cannot and I am not surprised.
the balloons were all imaginable colors; cerulean, orange, red. They soared up against the clear blue sky, away from the zoo, free at last, free at last…
Purple. Blue. Green. Yellow. Red. Orange. All of the colorful balloons were let go at the same time and floated up and away in the sky. The effect was…magical.
There was a pink balloon who wanted to fly away. It couldn’t. Its string was tied to a post. It thought about letting go of the string, but that would surely be suicide.
I want to be like a balloon just floating into the air and traveling to so many places. Lucky you! :)
Round balloon floating above
Flashing orange, on and off
You rise and float and spin around
Gracefully and effortlessly
You don’t make a sound
The sound of your silence is golden
Yet unbearable
And I question whether I yearn for something more.
I squeezed the latex between my knees, willing it to break. Wanting to feel the pain upon my thighs.
Flying high into the sky that balloon went. The atmosphere grew thing as it continued to float higher and higher into the distance. Some believe that the rubber of the balloon wouldn’t last until outer space. Boy, were they wrong. Damn, past stars and Polaris, and the moon of course too! How I wish I could fly like that balloon into outer space… With the stars and the constellations. How wonderful would that be! WONDERFUL!!!! :D
she saw a red balloon in the sky and couldn’t help but think of that first time she saw him. he was perfect in every way and couldn’t help but stare. he was looking back. she smiled. it was the best day in the park.
It was floating up into the sky, gently swaying with each breeze. “One more dead dolphin…” My friend mentions, as she so often does, also watching the yellow ball of rubber float higher and higher. “Or one more freed dream…” I counter.
Kids everywhere delight in the bright colors and fun of playing with balloons. Helium filled and ready to float, these toys attract attention with their temporary color and party tone. Early memories of summer fun always sonsist of a balloon!
I took the last red balloon from my lips, tied the knot, and let it silently float towards the ground, where it sat with about 50 other balloons. I fell back against the couch, my head dizzy, but it didn’t affect my mood, happy to the max. Estatic for the party tonight.
balloons, ball, loons, are balloons loons, are loons balls, its strange, the way they get lumped together and stretch.
helium
happy
red
fly
freedom
kids
children
photograph
red dress
The little red balloon rose up into the air. Billy watched as it flew into the atmosphere. He wondered where it might go and what it might see.
The balloon went flying out of her hands. She started crying. Mysterious men in black picked her up and roughly dragged her into their car. She didn’t know what to do, she was only 5, how would she get past 2 big burly men?
the balloon fell lathargically down to the grown in a lazy lackisdasical fashion, I don’t know how to spell
balloons are strange
She shielded her eyes from the sun as she watched her crimson balloon waft to and fro in the breeze, as it climbed into the atmosphere.
Why do balloons make us happy? They’re just big round pieces of rubber filled with helium or sometimes oxygen. When they’re all the way blown up you can’t even play with them. you just look at them expectantly as if theyre going to play with you.
she looks down. a sea of balloons flew below. it’s going to be okay, she thought. she breathed. she jumped. the balloons buoyed her up, her light translucent body almost caught by the wind.
ballons, ballons i imagine to be red most of the time, the movie up was a pretty lame movie, but it had lots of balloons. i dont know how to spell balloons normally, this helped me figure that out, out of time.
The ballons scattered above the house like loose confetti stars, the little boy’s hand still outstretched to where he’d been grounding them a moment ago.
“Ma – Mom -” he started, still in awe of the strangeness.