Balloon

Tie two and two together. then just tie your mind.

Like a breeze after tropical crashes,
a heavy thread in size,
trekking through misty mornings
in fog, like string i rise.

I am strength,
woven in the very darkness,
too thin, not hearkened nor seen,
glued to the very rubbery round, stubburn air blown screams.


Like trash, I gag on your very words,
that attempt to strengthen your lies,
Oh sweetie, don't slice me with your pitiful envy,
cause' like every string I'll rise.

On the beating hearts of orchestra strings
I'll rise and move and glide,
to the lace of every sweaty athlete shoes,
I'll leap. Like string, I'll rise.

I swim in the accents of fragile silk,
my voice I catch them by,
like natures own beautiful cocoon, they make before they fly.

Like string, I rose,
I danced,
I dreamt,
I flew when strong winds blew
i reflected the colors of my own balloon
and soared through yellow hues.

So darling, I learned, don't trip on your feet,
to impress, there'll be no prize.
be yourself, please, just trust me on this,
cause in fog, like string you'll rise.

Author's Note

i wrote this for some assignment in my freshman english class. id tell you what the string means but in poetry thats up for you to decide:)