Up in the sky floating like a lost lonely thought. Gathering in their own world to connect with others with the same ideas. All colors as diverse as us! Where do they all go at the end of a long day? Are they tired at the end of their travels. Deflated with lifelessness?
Sharon
Flying high and floating onward. Never returning. Always away. Beautiful, Where are you wandering? What a great way to live. Give me a way to follow and I will. Ephemeral, but beautiful.
Arleta
The sky was a pale blue with cotton candy puffs of clouds my son and husband walked a little ahead of me they were looking at the cage with the lion it it when a crowd of people suddenly separated them from my sight my husband came bursting through the crowd with a. Panicked look on his face saying tommy was just there he was right beside me I looked up in the sky and saw the red balloon we had gotten him drifting into the distance . The panic in my blood quickly changed to disbelief the crowed he must have been separated by that. Rows of people I took off in the direction they were walking oh I will find him I
His mother it is my job my duty
Marie Marshall
when i think of balloons I think of clowns and that movie that matt wants me to see tomorrow. and contrary to my friends opinions i do not like him. how is it that everyone can have a guy best friend but the second I get one everyone jumps to conclusions? maybe im too sared to admit im not over the last guy to break my heart. long story short, i hate balloons.
There were an expanse of a variety of colored balloons floating from the sky. The bobbed happily along. The people looked up in amaze. They had no idea where these balloons came from. It gave a sense of cheer and carefreeness in the stark, depressing time they were in.
The colors are vibrant and full, plump with a shiny spot where the light catches on the rubber. I loosen the tie on one and let it go, up. Up to disappear slowly in the blue. It feels good. I let them all go. 17 balloons in the sky.
Jean Moore
Pop birthday happy floating string sunny red green yellow pink blow air Windy
Fungayi
“Mels!” the Doctor shouted.
“Yes, Dad?”
“Look what I found!”
The Doctor appeared at the door of Melody’s bedroom with a handful of balloons.
“What on earth have you got?”
“Balloons!” he shouted excitedly. “I’ve always loved balloons!”
Mels tried hard not to laugh. “You are a cosmic nine year old.”
Damaris
I absolutely love balloons. They come in such beautiful colors and fill your heart and soul with glee. Children love them. They are used in weddings and to send off thoughts of loved ones. Wishes are carried to heaven in them. They are used for birthday parties and for decorations.
Sandra Stiles
She watched as the group of four year-olds fixated on the red balloon
The red balloon that had started losing its helium and had begun a silent and slow journey across the classroom towards the window
her painstakingly planned math lesson had lost their interest as the focus shifted to the magical red balloon
There was no getting them back.
At first she tried to redirect their attention back to what they SHOULD be doing
What had been planned
But then
she noticed the magical looks that had appeared
and felt something in the air
and remembered
something
so
she decided to join them
And realized
That they indeed had chosen the wiser path…
Balloons floating, bright red, green, yellow, blue. Flying high free above. floating onward without thought or control. Freedom, flight, release and on.
The balloons, for the third time, lifted into the air like great red bubbles willing to burst into light froth. As the children tossed the water bombs at each other’s skulls, I sat with a lemonade and sucked it through a straw, my shades protecting me from the sun’s toothless grin. Fortunately, my skin was able to get a rather nice tan most days, enough to get the handsome gym teacher to notice me as he walked across the blacktop.
Belinda Roddie
She thought about the most annoying thing she could possible think of to try to make herself forget. It was the sound of balloons rubbing together. The boy standing next to her coughed loudly. She continued to think about the balloons and tried to ignore him. He coughed again.
low and behold, there’s a balloon up there! look at it go. up up and away til it goes pop!
Spencer
The string slipped from my fingers and it floated up above my head. The wind blew it around for a few minuets, keeping it just above my head close enough for me to read the written words on it’s surface. A prayer. A hope. A memory. I stared at it as it flew away with my best friends name on it and hoped maybe, just maybe it will find him and lead him back home. It was just a dream… but what’s life without them?
Millions of shades and tints pass over me. The ground is overrun with color. Everything is a burst of pigment. I lift my head and find a huge mass of color speeding by. Millions of balloons fly into the sky, on a mission. They have a destination.
Isabella Pierson
Sometimes I look into the sky and see something. It’s a terrible little thing. It can only go up but never come down. Though it might be lucky, to be able to travel so far and fast and see the world from up high.
They float
They land
They drift
At hand
And I
Who cries
Will never see them again
I know that it is impossible
To catch sight of you
Although my heart aches
And my lungs burn
They drift
They storm
Away from my hand
With and without form
Someday I will
Reach that place
Where you have left me
To drift and die
Someday I will see
That beautiful
Place
Of happiness and no ache
Dang Yang
The balloons floated across the robin’s egg blue sky as Jensen and the Ninja babe sat and stared. Neither said a word, but both of their heads tracked the balloons and both of them had satisfying smiles on their faces.
tied and skinned and balled and strings in the sky killers of dolphins use to open veins full of air or nothing like deflated condoms hanging around for another try.
simple
candihurst
The sunlight hit the surface of the balloons as she threw them into the sky. Each had a special secret wish attached to it, released to the universe. The air was filled with colorful wishes!
I think ballon s are the most fun in the whole world. They can bring life and color to a very boring place. They are fun to play with young children. They can bounce them around and hit them, and even popping them is alot of fun. I love the colors that come with balloons. Bright and cheery, pastels and dark!
Megan
ah wow ! big colouful balloons like the ones I saw on a tv program yesterday designed to keep some people with dementia entertained – okay i’m not explaining it well but it was gorgeous! they were bouncing around the room, everyone was smilin
Pandorajk
flying high above in the sea-blue sky, dreaming of far off places alight with colour, air, life. Dreaming. waiting.
Julie
Perhaps the child who abandoned the balloon to the thunderstorm wished to witness its demise, but the balloon plunged upwards. It shuddered under the jolting raindrops but the rain didn’t puncture its plastic hide. The rain nearly rammed it against a brick wall, but it managed to escape by a hairsbreadth and was off into the sky. The kid stayed looking up but his mother grabbed his hand and said, “It’s gone now, John.” John kept looking, not out of longing but wanting to see it burst gloriously upon lightning that would make the static sparks from his hair pale in comparison. But the balloon would give him no such pleasure.
Huge, colorful, round balls that are appealing to the eye- especially the eyes of children. They are used for celebratory occasions. Their presence warms hearts and spaces.
Delphine Williamson
“don’t let go, hold onto it tightly and if it decides to fly away from you, chase after it until you can’t feel your knees any more.” words said about something as simple as a balloon can just as easily be a metaphor to something more important. A DREAM. so i’d like a balloon, please.
Tie your worries to a balloon and let them go. It doesn’t even have to be a real balloon. Let your worries sink away into the atmosphere. Everyone has balloons that they want to get rid of. But, only some of us can get rid of them.
K8
Glitter cascaded from the balloons
forming the words
Find yourself amusing….if not fascinating
and…….Listen to the song of Life…
………………….
…………
…………..
……..
Isabella
they brought them out for all of us to see all fo us to enjoy and revel at and we smiled and waved as we drove by the people cheering for us as we laughed beers in hand it was us the champions the winners the dreamers we’d finally done it we’d finally accomplished it we’d finally won and balloons filled the air as we waved to the crowds
fly
high
hellium
blow up
squeeky
static
rubber
tie
colors
shapes
party
celebrate
gift
string
theresa
It was one of those bipolar days. I started off just fine, didn’t need coffee, and sometime during the carnival it hit me. Within a MINUTE I was in tears for no reason. He must be the one – he bought me a dozen balloons tied together just so that I could pop them.
colorful
light
floeating
happy
birthdays, circus, children
pop
fly away
helium,
red, blue, yellow
games
string
Gail
Teacher writes a note and puts it in her blue balloon, and she shows us how it flies away. She says somebody somewhere far away will find it. I scribble something down in my messy childhood way of writing and let loose my bright red balloon. Seven years later I’m no longer living in my hometown in Texas but in Arizona, and times are tough. I see a bit of red caught on one of the cacti and find a little note nearby. I grin. On the paper is a little smiley face and the words “Hope the weather’s nice wherever you are.”
I like to draw faces on balloons. Faces on balloons look weird but if you let the air out of them. They’re kind of cute. It’s true, You should try it. I don’t know. Maybe not.
So many of them.
You just didn’t know how to proceed when you saw it.
That helium rainbow, that rubbery miracle, that floating wonder.
He held your hand though, and that.
That made it alright. Everything.
Children love ballons. Colourful baloons are available at shop. Wh don’t you buy a ballon for festivals? It will be attractive. Come on.
colourfull party birthday big small shapes air decorate
Up in the sky floating like a lost lonely thought. Gathering in their own world to connect with others with the same ideas. All colors as diverse as us! Where do they all go at the end of a long day? Are they tired at the end of their travels. Deflated with lifelessness?
Flying high and floating onward. Never returning. Always away. Beautiful, Where are you wandering? What a great way to live. Give me a way to follow and I will. Ephemeral, but beautiful.
The sky was a pale blue with cotton candy puffs of clouds my son and husband walked a little ahead of me they were looking at the cage with the lion it it when a crowd of people suddenly separated them from my sight my husband came bursting through the crowd with a. Panicked look on his face saying tommy was just there he was right beside me I looked up in the sky and saw the red balloon we had gotten him drifting into the distance . The panic in my blood quickly changed to disbelief the crowed he must have been separated by that. Rows of people I took off in the direction they were walking oh I will find him I
His mother it is my job my duty
when i think of balloons I think of clowns and that movie that matt wants me to see tomorrow. and contrary to my friends opinions i do not like him. how is it that everyone can have a guy best friend but the second I get one everyone jumps to conclusions? maybe im too sared to admit im not over the last guy to break my heart. long story short, i hate balloons.
There were an expanse of a variety of colored balloons floating from the sky. The bobbed happily along. The people looked up in amaze. They had no idea where these balloons came from. It gave a sense of cheer and carefreeness in the stark, depressing time they were in.
The colors are vibrant and full, plump with a shiny spot where the light catches on the rubber. I loosen the tie on one and let it go, up. Up to disappear slowly in the blue. It feels good. I let them all go. 17 balloons in the sky.
Pop birthday happy floating string sunny red green yellow pink blow air Windy
“Mels!” the Doctor shouted.
“Yes, Dad?”
“Look what I found!”
The Doctor appeared at the door of Melody’s bedroom with a handful of balloons.
“What on earth have you got?”
“Balloons!” he shouted excitedly. “I’ve always loved balloons!”
Mels tried hard not to laugh. “You are a cosmic nine year old.”
I absolutely love balloons. They come in such beautiful colors and fill your heart and soul with glee. Children love them. They are used in weddings and to send off thoughts of loved ones. Wishes are carried to heaven in them. They are used for birthday parties and for decorations.
She watched as the group of four year-olds fixated on the red balloon
The red balloon that had started losing its helium and had begun a silent and slow journey across the classroom towards the window
her painstakingly planned math lesson had lost their interest as the focus shifted to the magical red balloon
There was no getting them back.
At first she tried to redirect their attention back to what they SHOULD be doing
What had been planned
But then
she noticed the magical looks that had appeared
and felt something in the air
and remembered
something
so
she decided to join them
And realized
That they indeed had chosen the wiser path…
Balloons floating, bright red, green, yellow, blue. Flying high free above. floating onward without thought or control. Freedom, flight, release and on.
The balloons, for the third time, lifted into the air like great red bubbles willing to burst into light froth. As the children tossed the water bombs at each other’s skulls, I sat with a lemonade and sucked it through a straw, my shades protecting me from the sun’s toothless grin. Fortunately, my skin was able to get a rather nice tan most days, enough to get the handsome gym teacher to notice me as he walked across the blacktop.
She thought about the most annoying thing she could possible think of to try to make herself forget. It was the sound of balloons rubbing together. The boy standing next to her coughed loudly. She continued to think about the balloons and tried to ignore him. He coughed again.
low and behold, there’s a balloon up there! look at it go. up up and away til it goes pop!
The string slipped from my fingers and it floated up above my head. The wind blew it around for a few minuets, keeping it just above my head close enough for me to read the written words on it’s surface. A prayer. A hope. A memory. I stared at it as it flew away with my best friends name on it and hoped maybe, just maybe it will find him and lead him back home. It was just a dream… but what’s life without them?
Millions of shades and tints pass over me. The ground is overrun with color. Everything is a burst of pigment. I lift my head and find a huge mass of color speeding by. Millions of balloons fly into the sky, on a mission. They have a destination.
Sometimes I look into the sky and see something. It’s a terrible little thing. It can only go up but never come down. Though it might be lucky, to be able to travel so far and fast and see the world from up high.
They float
They land
They drift
At hand
And I
Who cries
Will never see them again
I know that it is impossible
To catch sight of you
Although my heart aches
And my lungs burn
They drift
They storm
Away from my hand
With and without form
Someday I will
Reach that place
Where you have left me
To drift and die
Someday I will see
That beautiful
Place
Of happiness and no ache
The balloons floated across the robin’s egg blue sky as Jensen and the Ninja babe sat and stared. Neither said a word, but both of their heads tracked the balloons and both of them had satisfying smiles on their faces.
tied and skinned and balled and strings in the sky killers of dolphins use to open veins full of air or nothing like deflated condoms hanging around for another try.
simple
The sunlight hit the surface of the balloons as she threw them into the sky. Each had a special secret wish attached to it, released to the universe. The air was filled with colorful wishes!
I think ballon s are the most fun in the whole world. They can bring life and color to a very boring place. They are fun to play with young children. They can bounce them around and hit them, and even popping them is alot of fun. I love the colors that come with balloons. Bright and cheery, pastels and dark!
ah wow ! big colouful balloons like the ones I saw on a tv program yesterday designed to keep some people with dementia entertained – okay i’m not explaining it well but it was gorgeous! they were bouncing around the room, everyone was smilin
flying high above in the sea-blue sky, dreaming of far off places alight with colour, air, life. Dreaming. waiting.
Perhaps the child who abandoned the balloon to the thunderstorm wished to witness its demise, but the balloon plunged upwards. It shuddered under the jolting raindrops but the rain didn’t puncture its plastic hide. The rain nearly rammed it against a brick wall, but it managed to escape by a hairsbreadth and was off into the sky. The kid stayed looking up but his mother grabbed his hand and said, “It’s gone now, John.” John kept looking, not out of longing but wanting to see it burst gloriously upon lightning that would make the static sparks from his hair pale in comparison. But the balloon would give him no such pleasure.
Huge, colorful, round balls that are appealing to the eye- especially the eyes of children. They are used for celebratory occasions. Their presence warms hearts and spaces.
“don’t let go, hold onto it tightly and if it decides to fly away from you, chase after it until you can’t feel your knees any more.” words said about something as simple as a balloon can just as easily be a metaphor to something more important. A DREAM. so i’d like a balloon, please.
Balloons go as high as they can until they pop. I think.So… what if we’re dying and our life is flashing before our eyes?
Tie your worries to a balloon and let them go. It doesn’t even have to be a real balloon. Let your worries sink away into the atmosphere. Everyone has balloons that they want to get rid of. But, only some of us can get rid of them.
Glitter cascaded from the balloons
forming the words
Find yourself amusing….if not fascinating
and…….Listen to the song of Life…
………………….
…………
…………..
……..
they brought them out for all of us to see all fo us to enjoy and revel at and we smiled and waved as we drove by the people cheering for us as we laughed beers in hand it was us the champions the winners the dreamers we’d finally done it we’d finally accomplished it we’d finally won and balloons filled the air as we waved to the crowds
fly
high
hellium
blow up
squeeky
static
rubber
tie
colors
shapes
party
celebrate
gift
string
It was one of those bipolar days. I started off just fine, didn’t need coffee, and sometime during the carnival it hit me. Within a MINUTE I was in tears for no reason. He must be the one – he bought me a dozen balloons tied together just so that I could pop them.
colorful
light
floeating
happy
birthdays, circus, children
pop
fly away
helium,
red, blue, yellow
games
string
Teacher writes a note and puts it in her blue balloon, and she shows us how it flies away. She says somebody somewhere far away will find it. I scribble something down in my messy childhood way of writing and let loose my bright red balloon. Seven years later I’m no longer living in my hometown in Texas but in Arizona, and times are tough. I see a bit of red caught on one of the cacti and find a little note nearby. I grin. On the paper is a little smiley face and the words “Hope the weather’s nice wherever you are.”
Like gummy
gumdrops of the sky
they rise in my mind
lifting my heart
over my head
synthetic capture
of breath
held high.
I like to draw faces on balloons. Faces on balloons look weird but if you let the air out of them. They’re kind of cute. It’s true, You should try it. I don’t know. Maybe not.