the bubbles come from my mouth
simple clear figments
with lies inside
and they travel inside your ears
squeezing in the canal
right into your brain
and i forget about the bubbles i blew
i forget about what i told you
and then
they pop
and the truth is revealed
let my bubbles be invincible
and my lies real.
Rebecca
Bubbles bubble everywhere. I am surrounded. They are glitzing green and blue and pink. I see the reflections of trees and flowers and the blue sky. The light of the sun is glinting off of them. Its like a painting framed by my bubble wand.
Lo
What you wear says a lot about your personallity and frame of mind. Depending upon the outfit you select your choice makes you feel good about yourself if you wear something dressy. On the other hand if you select something tattered, old and torn it can just as easily put you in a depressed state of mind. Your choice in clothing has a psychological effect on the person wearing the outfit.
Brenda
My kids love to blow bubbles. It drives me crazy because they spill it all over the place. It makes me not want to buy them bubbles, but they enjoy them so much that I just have to.
I can’t wait until they quit spilling the bubbles.
J
tiny bubbles…the sound of a stupid song my parents used to listen to…i’m old enough to be able to appreciate it, but the word bubbles brings up connotations of finding nemo. crazy i know, but the way that fish goes crazy over the bubbles in the fish tank cracks me up. :)
ashley
barbra shops in the summertime
annie
“This person’s power is bubbles?” I asked my friend looking at her drawing from 6th grades.
“They’re exploding bubbles! They hurt if one pops on you!” She defended but I just shook my head.
Hebiko
langston loves bubbles. he even used to say the word properly, “bubbles,” with only a slight “sh” in the place of the “s.” now he says either “apples” or “ubbles.”
Rachel
Freedom
Lyrik
Each one was perfect, shimmering blue-green-purple-pink in the summer sun and floating away on the soft and cool breeze.
Hanna
Doesnt even matter if what i write is seen, or acknowledged or interesting. That is just another of my own internal investments. This isnt proof of my own meakness. But a turn for the more, MORE. Please I am bored of competition and consumer lifestyles.
Jordan
The bubbles became as bigger as the trees and suddenly our home, our house, even the world became too small. We ran. I swear we ran. But nothing changed
claudio
Bubbling bong. Ahh, smooth tokes.
Kirtastrophe
tere was a time where i used to take bath once in a while, i dont have issues about that time, i didnt hate bubbles i just loved them, i didnt like to wash myself. bubbles pop, and i like to pop. bubles are blue green and yellow and sometimes even more, i like to watch myself in b ubbles, and pop, just pop
gusi
Bubbles are fun floating little balls of air. The joy that bubbles bring to a child’s face is priceless and should be seen by all! You can’t get more joy or more fun in a small bottle of bubbles. Those same bubbles can be used to clean the dishes and even take a
Natalie Hoyt
in my screen, make me think about me turbulent, scapism, derivative connections, assumptions, everyday constant fear, good byes.
Oscar
float into the air, free from boundaries. Some pop on their way to the sky, others grow as one. Moving up. Sparkling in the sun. Making the child laugh. The bubbles free the inner child in us all. One blow and many amazements. Happiness is a bubble that shoulndn’t be popped.
matt Fallmann
The sky is very awesome. It’s kind of strange how you can look at it all day without getting bored. I like to see the shapes it makes. Birds are always the hardest to find.
Baths are always fun, but I like showers better. Everyone thinks that baths are better, but I disagree. Uh-huh.
Michael
circles, life, means everything is it’s right place.
not burden light, flexible, untouchable, life, good,
Rafa
The bubbles swirled into the sky, catching the light, sparkling rainbows. I reached up, popping one with my finger. Laughing, I blew more, fascinated at the floating soup.
chantelle
happy fun friendly summer tress kids family wet sticky smells like soap my grandparents porch
nikka
I blew through the wand the the circles come out. Just glancing at it, the bubbles look like circles–just one dimensional. But on closer inspection, you can see that there are every color of the rainbow in them. Blue on the outside, and a hazy purple and red and yellow inside. The green lines outline the colors, like the lines in a coloring book.
Before, I thought bubbles were just clear. Clear. But now, I see that they are every color imaginable.
Sherry
bubbles
Ungas
bubble hit the floor tool for the left and the rest is wrong for the eleven is nine four the tank is empty to the high level that we strive for three ever more
Nope
I remember my neighbors that used to live in the apartment above me years ago. There was a girl and a guy. I think the girl’s name was Barbara. Anyway, I would go on walks with my mom, and on the way home at dusk, I’d see the two of them out at the very edge of the roof blowing bubbles into the wind. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that.
Larisa
Reflections dance upon shimmering globes,
Each one unique, each one a new world
Its ephemeral charm plays to an innocent heart,
Pop! A globe, a world goes dark.
floating light up above the air up up higher high i love being i fear the pop oh to be a bubble not cognizant of that impending pop, not hovering hopefully but free
pop
Bubbles float. They pop, and sometimes they are the so-called street slang of a legal (or perhaps not so legal any more) high.
Bubbles is the greatest character from Trailer Park Boys. Liquor and Whores in particular afavorite past-time of mine, dripping into the world…
Matt
floaty, rainbow filled, magical, balls of soap residue. they fill our childhood with so much amusement, and never fail to fill our adulthood with equal awe, they’re so simple, yet so beautiful.
alexa boo
Laughter can be heard from all angles.Bubbles seem to be floating in all places.A pink birthday cake is left on a long wooden table.All of a sudden it gets quiet.
Amber
pop jump and play
where they come and go
only the wind knows
a poem by Jesse Ajohn
Jesse Ajohn
As a child your eyes light up you stomach turns flips and your smile broadens. The ultimate level of nirvana is reached. What happened? Bubbles.Simple
P.c
I pop each one with my little finger, marveling at the insecurity of each sphere, a tiny world in its own right. Rainbows caress lovingly the surface of the little planets, their colorful reflections prove there is a sun and sky above my head. There’s a miracle in every air pocket, a wish in every promising swish of my bubble wand.
April 29th, 2010.
C.D.O.
i like bubbles. especially in the bathtub. they make all baths enjoyable. they remind me about rubber ducks and airplanes and bathtub toys which can actually be, well, anything. but there are also other types of bubbles. the types you blow through that circle. or through a hula hoop and they are MASSIVE bubbles. interesting. tiny bubbles in your bathtub or huge bubbles outside
juliana
bath love garden soap child street poor money distraction object money meaningless yet emotional photography dumbo pink toystory
cristina
i think the life of a bubble is rough. it is born and then it floats around exploring the world only to BURST in some child’s hand or the grass.. come to think of it, isn’t that what our whole life is like? :) Think about your life of a bubble! It’s intriguing, really.
Katy
The bubbles rose above me in the dark water as I screamed, gasping for the air that wasn’t there. My lungs burned. So this is how it feels to die… I could feel my mind slowing and fought fiercely against the water, in the vain hope of survival. Soon it was reduced to a twitching and I faded into a painful darkess, and then it was gone. nothing.
the bubbles come from my mouth
simple clear figments
with lies inside
and they travel inside your ears
squeezing in the canal
right into your brain
and i forget about the bubbles i blew
i forget about what i told you
and then
they pop
and the truth is revealed
let my bubbles be invincible
and my lies real.
Bubbles bubble everywhere. I am surrounded. They are glitzing green and blue and pink. I see the reflections of trees and flowers and the blue sky. The light of the sun is glinting off of them. Its like a painting framed by my bubble wand.
What you wear says a lot about your personallity and frame of mind. Depending upon the outfit you select your choice makes you feel good about yourself if you wear something dressy. On the other hand if you select something tattered, old and torn it can just as easily put you in a depressed state of mind. Your choice in clothing has a psychological effect on the person wearing the outfit.
My kids love to blow bubbles. It drives me crazy because they spill it all over the place. It makes me not want to buy them bubbles, but they enjoy them so much that I just have to.
I can’t wait until they quit spilling the bubbles.
tiny bubbles…the sound of a stupid song my parents used to listen to…i’m old enough to be able to appreciate it, but the word bubbles brings up connotations of finding nemo. crazy i know, but the way that fish goes crazy over the bubbles in the fish tank cracks me up. :)
barbra shops in the summertime
“This person’s power is bubbles?” I asked my friend looking at her drawing from 6th grades.
“They’re exploding bubbles! They hurt if one pops on you!” She defended but I just shook my head.
langston loves bubbles. he even used to say the word properly, “bubbles,” with only a slight “sh” in the place of the “s.” now he says either “apples” or “ubbles.”
Freedom
Each one was perfect, shimmering blue-green-purple-pink in the summer sun and floating away on the soft and cool breeze.
Doesnt even matter if what i write is seen, or acknowledged or interesting. That is just another of my own internal investments. This isnt proof of my own meakness. But a turn for the more, MORE. Please I am bored of competition and consumer lifestyles.
The bubbles became as bigger as the trees and suddenly our home, our house, even the world became too small. We ran. I swear we ran. But nothing changed
Bubbling bong. Ahh, smooth tokes.
tere was a time where i used to take bath once in a while, i dont have issues about that time, i didnt hate bubbles i just loved them, i didnt like to wash myself. bubbles pop, and i like to pop. bubles are blue green and yellow and sometimes even more, i like to watch myself in b ubbles, and pop, just pop
Bubbles are fun floating little balls of air. The joy that bubbles bring to a child’s face is priceless and should be seen by all! You can’t get more joy or more fun in a small bottle of bubbles. Those same bubbles can be used to clean the dishes and even take a
in my screen, make me think about me turbulent, scapism, derivative connections, assumptions, everyday constant fear, good byes.
float into the air, free from boundaries. Some pop on their way to the sky, others grow as one. Moving up. Sparkling in the sun. Making the child laugh. The bubbles free the inner child in us all. One blow and many amazements. Happiness is a bubble that shoulndn’t be popped.
The sky is very awesome. It’s kind of strange how you can look at it all day without getting bored. I like to see the shapes it makes. Birds are always the hardest to find.
Baths are always fun, but I like showers better. Everyone thinks that baths are better, but I disagree. Uh-huh.
circles, life, means everything is it’s right place.
not burden light, flexible, untouchable, life, good,
The bubbles swirled into the sky, catching the light, sparkling rainbows. I reached up, popping one with my finger. Laughing, I blew more, fascinated at the floating soup.
happy fun friendly summer tress kids family wet sticky smells like soap my grandparents porch
I blew through the wand the the circles come out. Just glancing at it, the bubbles look like circles–just one dimensional. But on closer inspection, you can see that there are every color of the rainbow in them. Blue on the outside, and a hazy purple and red and yellow inside. The green lines outline the colors, like the lines in a coloring book.
Before, I thought bubbles were just clear. Clear. But now, I see that they are every color imaginable.
bubbles
bubble hit the floor tool for the left and the rest is wrong for the eleven is nine four the tank is empty to the high level that we strive for three ever more
I remember my neighbors that used to live in the apartment above me years ago. There was a girl and a guy. I think the girl’s name was Barbara. Anyway, I would go on walks with my mom, and on the way home at dusk, I’d see the two of them out at the very edge of the roof blowing bubbles into the wind. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that.
Reflections dance upon shimmering globes,
Each one unique, each one a new world
Its ephemeral charm plays to an innocent heart,
Pop! A globe, a world goes dark.
blowing, summer, happiness, party, alcoholism, housing, temporary joy.
Bubbles are one of the things that makes me happy. They remind me of my childhood. A time when spherical soap was entertainment.
BUBBLES! omg i just got banana scented bubbles :D and my email is bubblesgofrigginpop@yahoo.com :D
floating light up above the air up up higher high i love being i fear the pop oh to be a bubble not cognizant of that impending pop, not hovering hopefully but free
Bubbles float. They pop, and sometimes they are the so-called street slang of a legal (or perhaps not so legal any more) high.
Bubbles is the greatest character from Trailer Park Boys. Liquor and Whores in particular afavorite past-time of mine, dripping into the world…
floaty, rainbow filled, magical, balls of soap residue. they fill our childhood with so much amusement, and never fail to fill our adulthood with equal awe, they’re so simple, yet so beautiful.
Laughter can be heard from all angles.Bubbles seem to be floating in all places.A pink birthday cake is left on a long wooden table.All of a sudden it gets quiet.
pop jump and play
where they come and go
only the wind knows
a poem by Jesse Ajohn
As a child your eyes light up you stomach turns flips and your smile broadens. The ultimate level of nirvana is reached. What happened? Bubbles.Simple
I pop each one with my little finger, marveling at the insecurity of each sphere, a tiny world in its own right. Rainbows caress lovingly the surface of the little planets, their colorful reflections prove there is a sun and sky above my head. There’s a miracle in every air pocket, a wish in every promising swish of my bubble wand.
April 29th, 2010.
i like bubbles. especially in the bathtub. they make all baths enjoyable. they remind me about rubber ducks and airplanes and bathtub toys which can actually be, well, anything. but there are also other types of bubbles. the types you blow through that circle. or through a hula hoop and they are MASSIVE bubbles. interesting. tiny bubbles in your bathtub or huge bubbles outside
bath love garden soap child street poor money distraction object money meaningless yet emotional photography dumbo pink toystory
i think the life of a bubble is rough. it is born and then it floats around exploring the world only to BURST in some child’s hand or the grass.. come to think of it, isn’t that what our whole life is like? :) Think about your life of a bubble! It’s intriguing, really.
The bubbles rose above me in the dark water as I screamed, gasping for the air that wasn’t there. My lungs burned. So this is how it feels to die… I could feel my mind slowing and fought fiercely against the water, in the vain hope of survival. Soon it was reduced to a twitching and I faded into a painful darkess, and then it was gone. nothing.