She giggled childishly as she picked up the metal starshaped wand.
Dipping it in the sticky substance, she kicked with her feet in the air.
Then she brought the wand to her lips and blew.
Yaolyn
so cool
so flourescent
so volumptuous
and so
the way they float and gloat about them
and they dont have a care
where they go
i’ll never know
but i hope they find
wha theyre looking for
flying with balloons
side by side
amazed eyes
cant hide
their envy at their flight
and how we wish we could fly tonight.
Jessie Mei
I love to pop bubbles. Just like i love crunching shells at the beach. Alex says I’ll grow up to be a psychopathic murderer, but I say that she’s just being silly. Crunching shells and popping bubbles aren’t exactaly on the same level as stomping on puppies heads and murdering people. But heck, what do I know. I’m just a psychopath.
Jenny the Psychopath.
Mysterious bubbles……short lived delight for some, not gone fast enough for others. “Don’t use those in the house!” A mother yells, trying to keep her floors pristine in the summer, children running in and out the door, bustling back and forth with that exceptional entertainment.
Alice Byrd
beautiful amazing bubbles blowing out the window on a summers day, child’s delight, bathtub entertainment, get lost in the land of the bubbles, let their perfectness consume you! popping everywhere, blowing out of the bubble wand landing landing.
Alice Byrd
They called her Bubbles. She hated that. There wasnt’ anything remotely bubbly about it. She wasn’t chipper or cute or chubby or anything that could resemble her namesake. But they still called her Bubbles. Maybe I’ll become a stripper she thought.
Shayne
bubbles! who doesn’t love bubbles! i’ve always wanted to try the bubbles that are really big and the ones that are colorful. bubbles remind me of cinderella too, the scene where she sings in the kitchen and the bubbles have images in them as they float to the sky during the song :) oh disney.
al
Bubbles is such an interesting word. I don’t know what it is about it, but it just sounds extremely positive, and effusive, and… bubbly. Perhaps it’s the repeated “b” sound separated by an “uh”. I guess I should go study linguistics so I can better understand this sort of stuff.
vish
Bubbles are a lot of fun. I liked bubbles when I was a kid. If you try really hard, and have a lot of patience, you can blow a really big bubble. I was in CVS the other day and they have all kinds of bubble machines for kids today. They even had little animals that you press and then the animals blow bubbles! So it is a blowfest, according to my boyfriend. What a sicko. Tehe.
Shannon
Bubbles. She kept popping bubbles with her gum. That was her mistake. It grabbed my attention and made me notice her. I felt my eyes gloss over as I noticed the throbbing artery in her neck calling to me. Maybe if she hadn’t been so annoying I could let it go. Each new bubble being popped meant another pulse of blood under the skin. Within seconds I pounced like a cat on it’s toy, my fangs piercing her warm skin. As the blood oozed from her neck, i noticed them. bubbles. Bubbles of air in her blood. figures.
bubbles are awesome and fun. they remind me of my childhood. of summer. of airy-ness. they give me a sense of freedom. of joy. i love bubbles. they also remind me of weddings. because you have to blow bubbles instead of throw rice. i love bubbles. it also makes me want gum. bubble gum is delicious.
anna ohara
“There are too many bubbles,” Lauren said, and rubbed at the paper with her eraser. Jillian watched as the circles subsided to smeared white.
“I thought it looked good,” she said weakly, drawing a faint line for the horizon.
ds
bubbles are very bubbly
they are cute
made of a liquid substance
they float
cute when little kids are blowing them
made of a soapy substance
fun to play with
ur mom
funny and light, childhood a like. colorfull and peacefull. sv
Pernille
Bursting from my mouth in a fat, energetic froth underwater.
Floating lazily from my wand on a summer day, propelled by breath.
Fast, frenzied in my chocolate milk.
In my stomach, when I see him.
Chelsea Smith
they tend to float all around. and have no direction. just going back and forth. Wherever the wind may take them. little rainbows inside. gasoline in puddles. bubble gum flavored.
Aduh
watching them float up and up and up like your dreams before they POP
steven
The baby was sitting in his stroller looking up a tree at a bird, and smiling, next thing you knew he was making bubbles out of his mouth while trying to talk.
Mary Lou Wynegar
I’ll blow you awake like a bubble floating away from the dandylions that jump up from the grass. waiting for a dream to blow on them and turn this world into a wonderland.
rx
Bubbles. They remind me of my boyfriend. So does everything. He’s my ex now. Bubbles come up from the sink, the shiny, mostly purple, round things. Watery. On Mondays, Milan used to come over and he used to eat them when they blew up into the air while we were washing our hands. I miss him a little now, but he ran away to Florida.
caroline
Bubbles are free and bubbles are like me….They float around with an unknown destination of flight that will end with a sudden pop! And then there isnt a bubble anymore…
Roy
bubbles and bubble wrap are fun there is a strage way that my childhood is brought back to me when i see bubbles. there are bubble baths in london, bubble wrap from all of dads computers and bubble machines for birthdays. candy flavored bubbles.
daniel
bubbles like baubles swim to the top.
they rise to the surface of the sea,
then they
pop.
won
There isn’t anything in my tub
there’s no hair
there’s no water
there is only dried bubbles
from when she was here
When we were in love
together
I can still smell her
I can feel her here
I lay in the bathtub
alone
with dried bubbles
all around
i miss her
Robert S. Devine
Bubbles like little orbs
they glitter and reflect prismatic splendor
a fisheye world
living off the moisture in the air
until i so desire
Chloe Terry
floating glassy orbs. iridescent littering the air on the april afternoons of my childhood years. dipping the wand into the tray of soapy viscous liquid and wondering if i could blow a bubble big enough to fit my head in and wear like an astronaut helmet
Anguisette17
theyre pretty and i wish i could be sitting in a pool of them or especially one big strong bubble i can sit on and then eventually eat
max
Many, in the bath, and outside. Playing, in oxford street – selling bubles. Trying to sell bubble. Burbujas. En la playa. Sea bubbles. Fish bubbles. Love bubbles.
mislargospies
they pop at the slightest provocation and dissolve into bubble dust. they are joy and happiness in all their aspects, and like joy and happiness, they are easily dispersed. Bubbles make people laugh, and make animals wonder about the world.
Ezza
Color color lavender.
I don’t even know anymore. I have no other words at the moment.
r.a.
Tears ran down her face. Her nose ran to, and as she sobbed, little snot bubbles formed on her nostril. But I was resolved. I was going to finish this and no amount of blubbering would dissuade me.
Doug McIntire
Bubbles. They burst so easily, they’re as fragile as the little kids who blow them from their bubble wand. Just like their imagination, the bubbles go up and up, and eventually, just like creativity, the bubbles will pop, never to be seen again. I guess my message is, hold on to your imagination, your inner child. Don’t aspire to be like a bubble, and always keep your mind open.
Jacquelyn Davis
Bubbles were floating up; he tried to grab one, to somehow force himself inside so he could rise with them, but they were too slippery. He sunk further into the depths, occasionally buoyed up by those damnable little air pockets as the whale carcass flattened on the bottom of the sea.
Kate
yum spongebob. what a fabulous day today is! I loved to blow bubbles when i was little so fun! I want to live inside a bubble, but one that travels around the world! then i would make a bubble door and wear only bubble like Lady Gaga. I call my Grandma gaga.
Raychel
light fluffy airy. beautiful colors. reminds me of dreaming in clouds or playing in the rain. they are relaxing and yet energetic. and no matter what they will always make you smile.
emily garrett
Perfect tiny globes, Rainbows that dance on the air so lightly like ballet for the weightless.
Dave
The bubbles floated in the air, from the little stick she blew into. This is one of the last times she will be able to blow without people giggling and assuming the worst. Why is sex on everyone’s mind?
Joanne
Bubbles of happiness flowed from her face…Bubbles of self confidence sprinkled from her face..Bubbles of determination shined on her face…Bubbles of good times followed her…
Vinz
Bubbles.
They floated past — and I remembered the things we used to do:
look into the reflective surface, watch them float by,
and
kiss under the heady sheen of soap suds.
XIII.
bubbles was a pet monkey for mj, bubbles were a thing in the bath for my kid, and bubbles was the secretary on ab fab.
some people like bubbles cos they are in champagne. some people like bubbles cos they form in the mouths of toothless babies.
some people like bubbles because they pop when they are made of plastic.
She giggled childishly as she picked up the metal starshaped wand.
Dipping it in the sticky substance, she kicked with her feet in the air.
Then she brought the wand to her lips and blew.
so cool
so flourescent
so volumptuous
and so
the way they float and gloat about them
and they dont have a care
where they go
i’ll never know
but i hope they find
wha theyre looking for
flying with balloons
side by side
amazed eyes
cant hide
their envy at their flight
and how we wish we could fly tonight.
I love to pop bubbles. Just like i love crunching shells at the beach. Alex says I’ll grow up to be a psychopathic murderer, but I say that she’s just being silly. Crunching shells and popping bubbles aren’t exactaly on the same level as stomping on puppies heads and murdering people. But heck, what do I know. I’m just a psychopath.
Mysterious bubbles……short lived delight for some, not gone fast enough for others. “Don’t use those in the house!” A mother yells, trying to keep her floors pristine in the summer, children running in and out the door, bustling back and forth with that exceptional entertainment.
beautiful amazing bubbles blowing out the window on a summers day, child’s delight, bathtub entertainment, get lost in the land of the bubbles, let their perfectness consume you! popping everywhere, blowing out of the bubble wand landing landing.
They called her Bubbles. She hated that. There wasnt’ anything remotely bubbly about it. She wasn’t chipper or cute or chubby or anything that could resemble her namesake. But they still called her Bubbles. Maybe I’ll become a stripper she thought.
bubbles! who doesn’t love bubbles! i’ve always wanted to try the bubbles that are really big and the ones that are colorful. bubbles remind me of cinderella too, the scene where she sings in the kitchen and the bubbles have images in them as they float to the sky during the song :) oh disney.
Bubbles is such an interesting word. I don’t know what it is about it, but it just sounds extremely positive, and effusive, and… bubbly. Perhaps it’s the repeated “b” sound separated by an “uh”. I guess I should go study linguistics so I can better understand this sort of stuff.
Bubbles are a lot of fun. I liked bubbles when I was a kid. If you try really hard, and have a lot of patience, you can blow a really big bubble. I was in CVS the other day and they have all kinds of bubble machines for kids today. They even had little animals that you press and then the animals blow bubbles! So it is a blowfest, according to my boyfriend. What a sicko. Tehe.
Bubbles. She kept popping bubbles with her gum. That was her mistake. It grabbed my attention and made me notice her. I felt my eyes gloss over as I noticed the throbbing artery in her neck calling to me. Maybe if she hadn’t been so annoying I could let it go. Each new bubble being popped meant another pulse of blood under the skin. Within seconds I pounced like a cat on it’s toy, my fangs piercing her warm skin. As the blood oozed from her neck, i noticed them. bubbles. Bubbles of air in her blood. figures.
bubbles are awesome and fun. they remind me of my childhood. of summer. of airy-ness. they give me a sense of freedom. of joy. i love bubbles. they also remind me of weddings. because you have to blow bubbles instead of throw rice. i love bubbles. it also makes me want gum. bubble gum is delicious.
“There are too many bubbles,” Lauren said, and rubbed at the paper with her eraser. Jillian watched as the circles subsided to smeared white.
“I thought it looked good,” she said weakly, drawing a faint line for the horizon.
bubbles are very bubbly
they are cute
made of a liquid substance
they float
cute when little kids are blowing them
made of a soapy substance
fun to play with
funny and light, childhood a like. colorfull and peacefull. sv
Bursting from my mouth in a fat, energetic froth underwater.
Floating lazily from my wand on a summer day, propelled by breath.
Fast, frenzied in my chocolate milk.
In my stomach, when I see him.
they tend to float all around. and have no direction. just going back and forth. Wherever the wind may take them. little rainbows inside. gasoline in puddles. bubble gum flavored.
watching them float up and up and up like your dreams before they POP
The baby was sitting in his stroller looking up a tree at a bird, and smiling, next thing you knew he was making bubbles out of his mouth while trying to talk.
I’ll blow you awake like a bubble floating away from the dandylions that jump up from the grass. waiting for a dream to blow on them and turn this world into a wonderland.
Bubbles. They remind me of my boyfriend. So does everything. He’s my ex now. Bubbles come up from the sink, the shiny, mostly purple, round things. Watery. On Mondays, Milan used to come over and he used to eat them when they blew up into the air while we were washing our hands. I miss him a little now, but he ran away to Florida.
Bubbles are free and bubbles are like me….They float around with an unknown destination of flight that will end with a sudden pop! And then there isnt a bubble anymore…
bubbles and bubble wrap are fun there is a strage way that my childhood is brought back to me when i see bubbles. there are bubble baths in london, bubble wrap from all of dads computers and bubble machines for birthdays. candy flavored bubbles.
bubbles like baubles swim to the top.
they rise to the surface of the sea,
then they
pop.
There isn’t anything in my tub
there’s no hair
there’s no water
there is only dried bubbles
from when she was here
When we were in love
together
I can still smell her
I can feel her here
I lay in the bathtub
alone
with dried bubbles
all around
i miss her
Bubbles like little orbs
they glitter and reflect prismatic splendor
a fisheye world
living off the moisture in the air
until i so desire
floating glassy orbs. iridescent littering the air on the april afternoons of my childhood years. dipping the wand into the tray of soapy viscous liquid and wondering if i could blow a bubble big enough to fit my head in and wear like an astronaut helmet
theyre pretty and i wish i could be sitting in a pool of them or especially one big strong bubble i can sit on and then eventually eat
Many, in the bath, and outside. Playing, in oxford street – selling bubles. Trying to sell bubble. Burbujas. En la playa. Sea bubbles. Fish bubbles. Love bubbles.
they pop at the slightest provocation and dissolve into bubble dust. they are joy and happiness in all their aspects, and like joy and happiness, they are easily dispersed. Bubbles make people laugh, and make animals wonder about the world.
Color color lavender.
I don’t even know anymore. I have no other words at the moment.
Tears ran down her face. Her nose ran to, and as she sobbed, little snot bubbles formed on her nostril. But I was resolved. I was going to finish this and no amount of blubbering would dissuade me.
Bubbles. They burst so easily, they’re as fragile as the little kids who blow them from their bubble wand. Just like their imagination, the bubbles go up and up, and eventually, just like creativity, the bubbles will pop, never to be seen again. I guess my message is, hold on to your imagination, your inner child. Don’t aspire to be like a bubble, and always keep your mind open.
Bubbles were floating up; he tried to grab one, to somehow force himself inside so he could rise with them, but they were too slippery. He sunk further into the depths, occasionally buoyed up by those damnable little air pockets as the whale carcass flattened on the bottom of the sea.
yum spongebob. what a fabulous day today is! I loved to blow bubbles when i was little so fun! I want to live inside a bubble, but one that travels around the world! then i would make a bubble door and wear only bubble like Lady Gaga. I call my Grandma gaga.
light fluffy airy. beautiful colors. reminds me of dreaming in clouds or playing in the rain. they are relaxing and yet energetic. and no matter what they will always make you smile.
Perfect tiny globes, Rainbows that dance on the air so lightly like ballet for the weightless.
The bubbles floated in the air, from the little stick she blew into. This is one of the last times she will be able to blow without people giggling and assuming the worst. Why is sex on everyone’s mind?
Bubbles of happiness flowed from her face…Bubbles of self confidence sprinkled from her face..Bubbles of determination shined on her face…Bubbles of good times followed her…
Bubbles.
They floated past — and I remembered the things we used to do:
look into the reflective surface, watch them float by,
and
kiss under the heady sheen of soap suds.
bubbles was a pet monkey for mj, bubbles were a thing in the bath for my kid, and bubbles was the secretary on ab fab.
some people like bubbles cos they are in champagne. some people like bubbles cos they form in the mouths of toothless babies.
some people like bubbles because they pop when they are made of plastic.