bubbles,
mans be blowin dem,
from a stem,
wit a hole in dem,
where dem be going then
after dem
leave da hole in dem
man
im feelin blem
word.
Strraazzzz
Bubbles? That’s a tough one.
When I was a kid, my mom would always turn on the water in the tub and set up a bath for me. Like most kids, I got pretty dirty. She used bubble bath stuff every once in a while.
Turd Fergesson
Bubbles stretched her legs out beneath the lukewarm bath water and felt the heat slip from her toes. She stared at the cracking corners of the low ceiling and exhaled slowly.
She slid beneath the water and her lungs filled.
James
all i wanted was to see their iridescent glow in the sunshine. i let the air pass through my lips gently. for a moment, it was sweet. i watched them float, watched them shine. but the even lighter touch from your index finger ended them in fireworks of soap. you might as well have blood underneath your fingernails. e
eve m
Bubbles. I wish my life were bbubbles. If only I could just float away from all of my problems. If only they would just pop and disappear. I want my problems to go away just like that. My life is full of them, so why not? Bubbles remind me of what I can never have…my dreams that will never be…my hopes that will never come true.
Air my brain screamed, I need air! Then all around me as if answering my prayers bubbles burst forth from the sea bed and rose up. These bubbles weren’t your average size they were easily big enough for me to stick my head in. Crazed with desperation I did just that and breathed deeply.
Chaos_Valentine
I love bubbles. What’s not to like? they’re round, and floaty. But the sad thing is, they pop. Eventually, they’ll pop, just like your dreams. Just like everything in my life. They just go away, and they never come back. No matter how much you want them to, they don’t, and it’s sucks.
Alison
Cum bubbles.
Jeremy
free and easy the days of childhood are long gone, a time when i used to have nothing on my mind but the wind in my hair and the sun on my skin, now everything is papers and work never will I get to blow bubbles again. the days are much longer and shorter too, a time in my life that will never be through, a time without bubbles.
katie
I love bubbles, as a kid you blow then all the time. then at school you have to think of bubbles wile learning how to write a paper. But what happends when you get out of school? Where do the bubbles go?
Jo-Anna
floating weightlessly in the air clear burns my eyes when they pop. pind blue orage purple giggles little girls chasing in balerina clothes. they don’t know that it’s not magic… magic from a wand a soapy wand that i blow with the breath inside cold pretty light
laura
Bubbles are so fun to pop. IF you start to, you don’t want to stop. A rainbow of fun, they don’t weigh a ton and you most likely need them to mop.
Krauss in the House
i once blew bubbles all day. what a wonderful feeling as they pop in thin air. little rainbows of fun. pop. pop. pop. and then i lived in one.
alanna
i like bubbles ad so dus spogebob haha he blows bubbles alot
z
bubbles are beautiful sometimes bubbles can be red or blue or purple bubbles make you happy no matter what age you are. bubbles can put a smile on anyones face
Barbie
They were his one vice. No one would suspect it of a CEO known to be ruthless, stopping at nothing to cut a deal.
But he did like bubble baths — the clean scent, the luxury of the concept… and making goofy beards or hairstyles with masses of bubbles.
Naomi
Bubbles are pretty. They sparkle int he sun and bring joy to little kids. Remember when you used to get them at the dollar store with that big hoop thing? Good times. I like blowing bubbles with gum. Though, last time I did it, it got all over my face. That was one big ass bubble, man. I want to blow bubbles, now… I don’t know what else to right. DX
Kelly
We sat in a circle, in the grass. We had a blanket but it only was room for our feet. Richard had his guitar, Jessie had some bubbles, I had the bong. It was nice.
Sarah
Bubbles seem to be a different world, a different atmosphere. It’s nice to feel like the creator, the ruler, having the ability to put an end to your own creating. It’s different, everyone is different, and everyone will be destroyed, each life comes to an end.
Cole
Bubbles.
Bubbles are delicate.
Just a simple poke and they pop.
Like many people.
All it takes is one thing. One.
And they explode.
Bubbles exist only momentarily.
Like a memory.
Maybe every bubble contains a memory.
There for a second, then gone.
Stev Leandro
I saw the bubbles slowly rising. I stared down at my drink, thinking about all of the occurrences of the past week. I looked up at the bartender.
“One more.”
I didn’t make it home that night.
Peter Robicheaux
bubbles are imagination. They are everything we wished life was, and everything we see that isnt..
Katie
Bubbles are ephemeral and float like dreams that you’ll never reach. But bubbles are also fragile and perfect and all the more beautiful by the fact that they are fleeting. You can’t catch them, like you can’t pin down a perfect moment, a stolen glance, a perfect smile. Bubbles are like life, only they shimmer at the surface for a few seconds, instead of years.
Amy
Sometimes bubbles are big, sometime bubbles are small. But no matter what size they are, they’re always mystifying. Your eye follows it until it’s completely out of sight, until it pops. And then, that bubble is gone. Never to be seen again. But it’s okay, that’s what the wand is for.
Amanda Karakoudas
Tiny bubbles floating in champagne. Don Ho sang about tiny bubbles in his trademark song. So light so fragile they float in air. How long no one knows.
Michael
Blowing bubbles as a little kid. Easier times. The only trouble was if the bubble popped before we got it as big as we wanted. Friendly competition among siblings, trying to fill the air with as many bubbles as possible. It would look like a fantasy.
tini
bubbles are a feeling they are a liquid they are a picture they are something that we pop we wait for we repeat we touch we want!
bubbles bubbles bubbles.
can be here can be there in an instant
nothing too deep.
or is it?
is it a representation of our childhood?
coming and going?
or are they just bubbles,
floating.
Emily
there were bubbles in the air, floating from the tub. these bubbles held memories, dreams, and hopes.
lee
Thousands of
tiny pockets of air
rise
to the
top.
Fizz.
Richelle
Bubbles bubbles bubbles. Foamy and soapy, they float around the little girl as she laughs. “Look, Mama! Bubbles!” she giggles happily. The woman bathing her nods, her face a composed mask. She is thinking of what has happened…
Rebecca Marie
bubbles can hurt sometimes. once, i was washing the dishes and i was playing around with the soap bottle, squeezing it and making little bubbles pop out and float around the room. as i was watching them, one landed in my eye.
britt
bubbles pop. bubbles blow. bubbles are refaracting light all around, rainbowy, soapy, strange. bubbles! bubbles are nice.
nevin
I like to see bubbles coming from the other side of fences. i used to blow bubbles in my backyard, i dont do this much anymore. i want other kids to still blow bubbles and i want to see it! its cool looking and theyre more fun than anything else i can think of at the time
rachel
The shiny spheres floated towards the clouds and the children ran around the yard. Tag and squirt guns and water balloons galore. Nothing seemed more perfect for Sandy than watching her daughter play with friends.
Jessica
He used to love bubbles. He’d play with them in the tub and cover his face with them to have a “beard”. Jason always loved his baths, and I did too.
Still, what could I do when he got brain cancer? The only thing I knew what to do was to bring him a bottle of soap bubbles to blow.
“Mama,” he said. “Can you blow the wand for me?
Tara
Tip of my tongue. Sparkling. Tingling. This is the bubbly drink that I love so much. I’ll share a few more with you. And then I’ll kiss you in your window sill. Foggy lights, summer night. Bubbles in my head. Bubbles on my tongue.
Just some silly girl
WTF? Bubbles? I ask you to come up with a random word for me and that’s what you come up with? Come on, have a little creativity. When I was four I would have thought bubbles was a funny word. What a joke. Bubbles are only good for popping. Haha, sorry for being so cynical.
Joey
BUBBLES!
when i think of bubbles, i think of the guy on Trailor Park boys! he has very funny glasses. he loves his kitties! he lives in a shed in the trailor park. he talks very funny! lol he always makes me laugh! here kitty, kitty, kitty, come kitty, come kitty! thats what he says when he wants his kitties! or when it is time to feed them!
29, apr, 2010 bubbles journal
Elizabeth
when i think of bubbles, i think of the guy on Trailor Park boys! he has very funny glasses. he loves his kitties! he lives in a shed in the trailor park. he talks very funny! lol he always makes me laugh! here kitty, kitty, kitty, come kitty, come kitty! thats what he says when he wants his kitties! or when it is time to feed them!
bubbles,
mans be blowin dem,
from a stem,
wit a hole in dem,
where dem be going then
after dem
leave da hole in dem
man
im feelin blem
word.
Bubbles? That’s a tough one.
When I was a kid, my mom would always turn on the water in the tub and set up a bath for me. Like most kids, I got pretty dirty. She used bubble bath stuff every once in a while.
Bubbles stretched her legs out beneath the lukewarm bath water and felt the heat slip from her toes. She stared at the cracking corners of the low ceiling and exhaled slowly.
She slid beneath the water and her lungs filled.
all i wanted was to see their iridescent glow in the sunshine. i let the air pass through my lips gently. for a moment, it was sweet. i watched them float, watched them shine. but the even lighter touch from your index finger ended them in fireworks of soap. you might as well have blood underneath your fingernails. e
Bubbles. I wish my life were bbubbles. If only I could just float away from all of my problems. If only they would just pop and disappear. I want my problems to go away just like that. My life is full of them, so why not? Bubbles remind me of what I can never have…my dreams that will never be…my hopes that will never come true.
floating, rain, sun, clouds, happiness, children, smiling, laughing, fun, hands, shiny, reflective, clear, small, pop,
Air my brain screamed, I need air! Then all around me as if answering my prayers bubbles burst forth from the sea bed and rose up. These bubbles weren’t your average size they were easily big enough for me to stick my head in. Crazed with desperation I did just that and breathed deeply.
I love bubbles. What’s not to like? they’re round, and floaty. But the sad thing is, they pop. Eventually, they’ll pop, just like your dreams. Just like everything in my life. They just go away, and they never come back. No matter how much you want them to, they don’t, and it’s sucks.
Cum bubbles.
free and easy the days of childhood are long gone, a time when i used to have nothing on my mind but the wind in my hair and the sun on my skin, now everything is papers and work never will I get to blow bubbles again. the days are much longer and shorter too, a time in my life that will never be through, a time without bubbles.
I love bubbles, as a kid you blow then all the time. then at school you have to think of bubbles wile learning how to write a paper. But what happends when you get out of school? Where do the bubbles go?
floating weightlessly in the air clear burns my eyes when they pop. pind blue orage purple giggles little girls chasing in balerina clothes. they don’t know that it’s not magic… magic from a wand a soapy wand that i blow with the breath inside cold pretty light
Bubbles are so fun to pop. IF you start to, you don’t want to stop. A rainbow of fun, they don’t weigh a ton and you most likely need them to mop.
i once blew bubbles all day. what a wonderful feeling as they pop in thin air. little rainbows of fun. pop. pop. pop. and then i lived in one.
i like bubbles ad so dus spogebob haha he blows bubbles alot
bubbles are beautiful sometimes bubbles can be red or blue or purple bubbles make you happy no matter what age you are. bubbles can put a smile on anyones face
They were his one vice. No one would suspect it of a CEO known to be ruthless, stopping at nothing to cut a deal.
But he did like bubble baths — the clean scent, the luxury of the concept… and making goofy beards or hairstyles with masses of bubbles.
Bubbles are pretty. They sparkle int he sun and bring joy to little kids. Remember when you used to get them at the dollar store with that big hoop thing? Good times. I like blowing bubbles with gum. Though, last time I did it, it got all over my face. That was one big ass bubble, man. I want to blow bubbles, now… I don’t know what else to right. DX
We sat in a circle, in the grass. We had a blanket but it only was room for our feet. Richard had his guitar, Jessie had some bubbles, I had the bong. It was nice.
Bubbles seem to be a different world, a different atmosphere. It’s nice to feel like the creator, the ruler, having the ability to put an end to your own creating. It’s different, everyone is different, and everyone will be destroyed, each life comes to an end.
Bubbles.
Bubbles are delicate.
Just a simple poke and they pop.
Like many people.
All it takes is one thing. One.
And they explode.
Bubbles exist only momentarily.
Like a memory.
Maybe every bubble contains a memory.
There for a second, then gone.
I saw the bubbles slowly rising. I stared down at my drink, thinking about all of the occurrences of the past week. I looked up at the bartender.
“One more.”
I didn’t make it home that night.
bubbles are imagination. They are everything we wished life was, and everything we see that isnt..
Bubbles are ephemeral and float like dreams that you’ll never reach. But bubbles are also fragile and perfect and all the more beautiful by the fact that they are fleeting. You can’t catch them, like you can’t pin down a perfect moment, a stolen glance, a perfect smile. Bubbles are like life, only they shimmer at the surface for a few seconds, instead of years.
Sometimes bubbles are big, sometime bubbles are small. But no matter what size they are, they’re always mystifying. Your eye follows it until it’s completely out of sight, until it pops. And then, that bubble is gone. Never to be seen again. But it’s okay, that’s what the wand is for.
Tiny bubbles floating in champagne. Don Ho sang about tiny bubbles in his trademark song. So light so fragile they float in air. How long no one knows.
Blowing bubbles as a little kid. Easier times. The only trouble was if the bubble popped before we got it as big as we wanted. Friendly competition among siblings, trying to fill the air with as many bubbles as possible. It would look like a fantasy.
bubbles are a feeling they are a liquid they are a picture they are something that we pop we wait for we repeat we touch we want!
bubbles bubbles bubbles.
can be here can be there in an instant
nothing too deep.
or is it?
is it a representation of our childhood?
coming and going?
or are they just bubbles,
floating.
there were bubbles in the air, floating from the tub. these bubbles held memories, dreams, and hopes.
Thousands of
tiny pockets of air
rise
to the
top.
Fizz.
Bubbles bubbles bubbles. Foamy and soapy, they float around the little girl as she laughs. “Look, Mama! Bubbles!” she giggles happily. The woman bathing her nods, her face a composed mask. She is thinking of what has happened…
bubbles can hurt sometimes. once, i was washing the dishes and i was playing around with the soap bottle, squeezing it and making little bubbles pop out and float around the room. as i was watching them, one landed in my eye.
bubbles pop. bubbles blow. bubbles are refaracting light all around, rainbowy, soapy, strange. bubbles! bubbles are nice.
I like to see bubbles coming from the other side of fences. i used to blow bubbles in my backyard, i dont do this much anymore. i want other kids to still blow bubbles and i want to see it! its cool looking and theyre more fun than anything else i can think of at the time
The shiny spheres floated towards the clouds and the children ran around the yard. Tag and squirt guns and water balloons galore. Nothing seemed more perfect for Sandy than watching her daughter play with friends.
He used to love bubbles. He’d play with them in the tub and cover his face with them to have a “beard”. Jason always loved his baths, and I did too.
Still, what could I do when he got brain cancer? The only thing I knew what to do was to bring him a bottle of soap bubbles to blow.
“Mama,” he said. “Can you blow the wand for me?
Tip of my tongue. Sparkling. Tingling. This is the bubbly drink that I love so much. I’ll share a few more with you. And then I’ll kiss you in your window sill. Foggy lights, summer night. Bubbles in my head. Bubbles on my tongue.
WTF? Bubbles? I ask you to come up with a random word for me and that’s what you come up with? Come on, have a little creativity. When I was four I would have thought bubbles was a funny word. What a joke. Bubbles are only good for popping. Haha, sorry for being so cynical.
BUBBLES!
when i think of bubbles, i think of the guy on Trailor Park boys! he has very funny glasses. he loves his kitties! he lives in a shed in the trailor park. he talks very funny! lol he always makes me laugh! here kitty, kitty, kitty, come kitty, come kitty! thats what he says when he wants his kitties! or when it is time to feed them!
29, apr, 2010 bubbles journal
when i think of bubbles, i think of the guy on Trailor Park boys! he has very funny glasses. he loves his kitties! he lives in a shed in the trailor park. he talks very funny! lol he always makes me laugh! here kitty, kitty, kitty, come kitty, come kitty! thats what he says when he wants his kitties! or when it is time to feed them!