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Where do balloons go?
I really want to know.

If I release it to the sky
...

2.

If I make faces and paste a smile,
will you forget originality
and mimic my style?
...

Maybe, I owe myself a favor.
I need a rest.

We've been running around our circle.
...

Something must be wrong with my hands.
My plants are dying
and I've killed 2 of my dogs.
Well, not that I strangled them to death.
...

Meanings change
with people.

You say
...

6.

I made a resolution.
I'm keeping it short.
Less words.
No explanations.
...

This house has grown empty
Have I lost my touch?
It's hollow in some corner
In the middle of too much.
...

Faster than light, more vivid than sound
Stronger than might, with endless bounds.

More accurate than instinct, more precise than a hunch
...

9.

Thinking, reflecting she can't seem to see
Stop, look and listen, the signs becoming blurry;
Her life now is what she wanted before
But the searching continues, she's wanting for more.
...

I'm sorry...

sadly, I doubted
despite the truth;
...

11.

Caught in the vastness of space and time,
How do you find a match of the truest kind?
Where HERE crosses distance and NOW skips the hours,
Where LATER is for parting, to delay a minute longer.
...

12.

His gaze seem to question the truth in all I say
But his smile reassures me to say it anyway;
His words are pure honesty - open and trusting
His ways has no pretenses - what you see is what you're getting
...

Didn't I tell you?
I am no machine!

You can't just format me
...

right in the middle
of red and yellow
i know
you have to go
...

I met a soldier.
He said
there is a
thin line
...

You asked me that
then
opened up the world to me
or
...

I am not on a diet,
and you don't need to offer,
Go ahead-
Double dose that tranquilizer.
...

18.

Hesitate not to penetrate
like a wide-eyed kid
who eternally flips the pages.
For surely he can never unravel
...

I've been warned
there's no stopping things from happening.
People leave
You can only grieve
...

This clutter needs to be arranged.
I see it on my desk
but I know
it's coming from my brain
...

The Best Poem Of Lynne RBC

Balloons

Where do balloons go?
I really want to know.

If I release it to the sky
Will it forever fly?
Or will somebody else start to see
as soon as I catch it's color shed
Why in fact did I choose red?

How do you pacify a child
who held it last
when all you hear is her final gasp
and unceasing whimper?
Will you tell her
it's out to send a message
to her daddy up in heaven?
Or that it's on its way
to a child who hasn't even held one
in a childhood almost forgotten?

I know between mathematics
and science
and poetry
I will see the answer
But the child in me
can't help but wonder.

Where do balloons go
If I finally decide to grow?

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