As a child I would play On my mood swing everyday. It still new And hardly frayed It would take me up and back away. If someone pushed me up I'd say "This is such a beautiful day!" And if some stole my swing from me I'd sit and pout In childish melancholy. A few years passed And my mood swing stayed. I stared at it but hardly played. I'd sometimes think "Maybe today Will be the day my mood swing breaks." My mother's tears And my father's rage Would make my mood swing Lose it's sway. My brothers and sisters would look away While by myself On my mood swing I would pray. "Please just push me up again Make me smile Be my friend." In my teens I never glanced At the swing It being rusted but not collapsed. I used it for another wish Like hanging with friends Or sharing my first kiss. The slightest breeze could push it now. I never had to be in the seat. In memory I'd see it go up and down And the ground would never meet my feet. I gripped the chain And laughed and screamed My feelings were transfered Into that swing. Then I changed into my adult like skin. So grown up I thought I knew everything. My mood swing was for childish work And I'm too big Too much of a naive ****. I swung myself As high or low as I'd command Thinking I had the control all in my hands. I figured all who we're passing me Would assume me swinging high Swinging free. Unknowing that my mood swing Was swinging me. Until those times I'm swung too low My feet would catch My adrenaline grow. I fell so many times, Looking back on my method then, It's wasn't as easy as it was at 10. Of course someone was helping me. Now my swing is jerking me It feels too small when I sit in the seat. I don't go as high now like I used to be I can only move if I kick my feet. My mood swing made it so long without defeat But I have awhile to go And I'm not confident as it squeaks. What if my children want to play on it someday And I give them my swing in disarray? I've long forgotten how to play On my mood swing In the way.
Swing high, swing low To the different birds I say hello Then monsters come to devour the pretties They grin and show me teeth full of flitties Swing high, swing low A demon pushes me onto a spiky pillow Then cotton candy softens the blow and turns to blood Swing high, swing low I really do not know Why the female body causes so much distress When the moon decides that it's time to fertilize Swing high, swing low There are no seeds to sow, so please, hormones, just leave me alone.
Childhood memories of yore Drift through my head As I watch that old tree swing Many a Summer ago I would swing there as a child But now I am a grownup woman But my children swing there now Lovingly I watch That old tree swing And memories fond Fill my mind Like the rustling breeze Making that tree swing Rock back and forth
* * * * * * * * * * * * My Mother is dead And now as we fond children recall How she loved to swing Upon the tree swing That is not there anymore The tree was cut down yesterday And the swing was destroyed Vanishing with the swing Are the happy golden memories Of many happy days Spent as children Swinging upon the swing That is now destroyed Along with our Mother's Childhood home
Just a random poem that I wrote in my notebook and copied here!! (: ~~~<3 Also, this is inspired by my Mom's childhood home that had to be destroyed a few months ago!!! ~~~<3 So, here's the inspired poem!!! (: ~~~<3 Please enjoy it!!! :) ~~~~<3