Up, Up, Up, and Away

Red, yellow, blue, or green,

The children will see you soon!

Let the string go, goodbye balloon! 

All up above they are seen

The trees they are wedged between

Helium lets the balloon to sail to the moon 

It is let go at just about noon

Balloons seem never to be lean

 

Even through the skies, skipping along the clouds

Helium lifts rockets into space

Zooming past the stars

Helium added to a rockets proportion allows

A spaceship to fly away without a trace

The rocket placed in space to no longer be ours

  • Introduction

  • Scribbles

  • Oxygen

  • I Wanted to Tell a Funny Chemistry Joke, but All the Good Ones are Gone

  • I climbed the steps and there he stood

  • Ode to Indium/I climbed the steps and there He stood

  • All Hallows’ Eve/The Old Farmhouse

  • I’m Just a Phony

  • Halloween/I’m Just a Phony

  • The empty Slate we know and love

  • Iridium

  • I have always enjoyed the night

  • Heart Decay

  • The White Path

  • The Black Path

  • Short Story

  • High Dive

  • Cake

  • A Bouquet Of Flowers

  • A Soulmate for Sodium

  • Red Wine Never Comes Out

  • I realized I wasn’t the only one     

  • Up, Up, Up, and Away

  • Vermilion

  • A Man and His Dog

  • What a Scary Thing to Say

  • The Haircut

  • Loose Ends

  • The Garden Fairy

  • Lucky Number 13

  • Three Hearts, One Holder

  • Government Distributed Life

  • It’s Up to You

  • Lithium

  • Untitled

  • Fluorescent Adolescent

  • 800

  • Scribbles Staff

High Dive

The surface so far, I wonder how long it’ll take to fall.

I look over, a sickening sensation, vertigo.

Onlookers shouldn’t care, yet they are drawn to my downfall.

The board wobbles as I step to the front, a spitball

For rethinking the choice, warning me of the deep indigo. 

The surface so far, I wonder how long it’ll take to fall.

 

My final leap, my swan song for all.

Keep your judgements to yourself, let me go.

Onlookers shouldn’t care, yet they are drawn to my downfall.

You know I’m afraid of heights, yet you’re enthralled 

At my suffering, even though we last spoke eons ago. 

The surface so far, I wonder how long it’ll take to fall.

 

The wind brings smells of lavender and honeysuckle, the gall, 

Yet it soothes, ebbing away at my steadfast ego.

Onlookers shouldn’t care, yet they are drawn to my downfall.

 

A high dive, no more time left to stall.

The water shifts below, waiting for its precious cargo. 

Onlookers shouldn’t care, yet they are drawn to my downfall.

The surface so far, I wonder how long it’ll take to fall.

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