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Bhill Jan 2020
In a room filled with bubbles
Take notice of the little ones
The little ones travel the distance because they survive commotion
We are in a new year and decade, pay attention to the little things
Stay away from commotional chaos
Have a terrific introductory day to fresh beginnings

Brian Hill - 2020 # 1
Happy New Decade. Pay attention to the little things in your fresh beginnings.
Jenish Dec 2019
Me, a floating bubble,
Proudly dancing,
In the mighty river of time.
In a crispy ocean-blue land. 
They live in a paranoid narcissism tent.
One who was pointing at a chest of tools,
the others eyes were on a no soul weakling metal.

Can't they hear an echo curse?  
Robots robbing rich robbers.
Would artist gods and goddesses, 
lead to terror terrifying terrorists?

Can they share a platform
to unleash gifts and power?
Was there a fizzy dizzy violet haze?
Where they dance and dive  

Would mint hue bubbles squeak?
When the world’s head spins 
Shall we see coins in change?
Any day it spins and bubbles.


Have you seen a quiet girl
with a sinister smile,
she, siren of mystery of the future
Mirror mirror,
there is a robot in your mirror
Filter filter,
where was a peach chin fighter?
When no innocence against glitter litter 
Guilty until proven later.


Have you seen a quiet girl as a terrorist?
Blurred errors mouth haste terror twist
If terrorist from the ancient,
they hide in between every end.
Attempted ****** as problem solver.


A true storyteller can’t tell us a part
From her crooked eyes
HK warning tears burst.
Bubbles heated never anchor
Restart will never reach to a real world.

Robot with or without soul
Hero magic twist with terrorists.
No soul knows no harm no fail,
Will memory tattoos identify you?!
By Angel.XJ 06/12/2019
Bailey Aug 2019
Bubbles fly
High from my sky
Maybe now
It's my time
To fly
Anastasia Jul 2019
I would like to see you
Before the world ends
We would walk in the ashes
Around the twists and bends
Kisses stolen under the flickering stars
The little that's left will always be ours
Gallons of spray paint
In stolen bookbags
Making our mark
With words to be said
It's not like it matters
No one else will see
The art that we've made
The stars, you, and me
Anything we want
Tangled in the rubble
Finding meadows of grass
Blowing effervescent bubbles
Our lovely dystopia
With creatures that survived
Songs to be sung
And stars to be hung
The word hopeless
Not meant to last
But you and I,
We'll be the last
I know, I used the word stars lot
Oscar Jun 2019
i picked up so many of your pieces,
i made a house from the ruins of your life.
like a lava lamp, we blazed and bubbled;
we rose to the top, just bubbles in a jar.
u say tomato i say i want to die
Lahela Mar 2019
Conversations only happen in my mind,
my thoughts don't reach the surface to even
hit the air.

Bubbles only sitting and bouncing,
behind my eyes.

I want to ask you what you think,
but it wouldn't matter to me anyway.

So, I don't speak.

I'm wondering why
do you still keep talking to me?
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