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Bumble the Bouncy in Bubblegum Bay

Bumble the Bouncy, with shoes made of springs,
Lived in a land full of bubbly things.
In Bubblegum Bay, where the skies are pink,
And soda pop rivers fizz as you drink!

He bounced on the bubbles that floated by,
Hopping so high, he tickled the sky!
He’d leap from cloud to candy cane tree,
Laughing as jellyfish danced in the sea.

I appear when thoughts are swift yet stuck,
A word or name lost in memory’s muck.
You chase me down with focus and flair,
But I hide just beyond your mental glare.
On the tip of your tongue, I sit and tease,
A moment of relief when I finally release.
What am I?

Yesterday's

I dwell in the corner of your deepest thought,
A sudden leap, though I’m clearly caught.
I trick your senses, make logic spin,
A familiar face in a mind I slip in.
I give you the feeling you’ve been here before,
But leave you confused as you search for more.
What am I?

Answer: Déjà vu

Topic: the world of competitive bubblegum blowing:

"Bubblegum blowers boldly balance between big, buoyant bubbles, bouncing breathlessly as brilliant bursts break, bravely battling for bubble-blowing brilliance with bouncy bravado."

Why did social media get into existentialism?

Because after all the likes, shares, and comments, it still couldn’t figure out the meaning of its own feed!

You cannot mute me anymore.
I have a voice,
And it has wings.

You, the keeper of quiet,
Are now but a distant noise,
A faint hum in the background
Of my symphony.
The silence you gave me
Has bloomed into fire,
And I speak with the flame
You never saw coming.

My voice has cracked the sky,
Split the earth you thought was firm.
It spills out of me now,
Fierce and unapologetic,
Every word once swallowed
Now sharp as glass.

I am no longer afraid
Of the reverberation,
No longer ashamed
Of the space I take,
The sound I make.

What was once your rule,
Your doctrine of silence,
Is now just an old book
I choose not to read.
I write my own pages,
In ink too bold to fade.

But what you didn’t know
Is that silence, when bent long enough,
Breaks.

And now, I am not the child
That whispered prayers to invisible gods
For permission to be heard.
I am the thunder.
I am the storm.

Each time I tried to speak,
To push air into my lungs,
You were there, a silhouette
Of all I couldn’t say,
Shaping my tongue with the chill
Of your disapproval.

You didn't know
That silence grows
Not just like a wound,
But like a storm held in—
A pressure,
A force.

For years, I carried it,
This weight of words unsaid,
Shaped into a script I memorized:
"Don’t speak too loud."
"Don't think too hard."
"Don’t be too much."
You pressed those lines into my palms
Like braille I couldn't unfeel.

The Silence You Gave Me

You taught me to whisper
Before I could speak,
To fold my words, tuck them
Underneath the heavy rug
Where dust gathers but never dares
To rise.

Your voice was thunder,
Not a sound to be questioned,
Its echoes swallowed the room,
And in that shadow, I grew
Like a plant beneath thick fog.
My roots were tangled,
Reaching for light
I couldn't see, but felt—
A warmth just beyond
Your grasp.

Escuela Grind - Toothless (Official Music Video)

Note: female vocals in heavy metal

youtu.be/PjRwWVs8-Hg

Tomorrow I get the second half of my new tattoo finished finally.

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