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Meg Howell Aug 2015
I sat on your swing
and I kicked up my feet
You were pushing me softly
with the wind running through my hair
You started to pick up the pace
As I began to let go of the ropes
I trusted you
And the swing broke
And I cried
You sat and watched
for a minute or two
and then asked me to swing again
It's too late for that
Im not a child anymore
and the playground isn't my friend
Dan McGowan Jul 2015
I felt the cold rain while inside a warm house
No words to describe it till I found you. Word discovered by John Koenig
Liam Wales Jul 2015
Don't push them
You're moulding them instead of letting them flow
You're stunning their movement, you're not letting them grow

I like being pushed
I am superior and better than my peers
They've taken over my body and they are the ones who steer

Is this wrong?
Is this right?
Is this my desired flight
The Devils are pitched on both shoulders
I can't take over until I've grown older
Tcodee Jun 2015
Life pushes
It never pulls
It doesn't float you or carry you
It pushes none stop
Pushing
Pushing
Pushing
Shoving

All of us
a wild stampede of fear and anxiety
With no ability to look back and love what's is in front of us
With no stopping
With no waiting
With no halting

Life runs forward with us pushed along
Little control
Little direction
Trying to pilot a ship through a hurricane
Nicholas Fogle Jun 2015
Head strong and ego high why does he not comply?
A dream,an ambition, a desire is the only admission he gives.
That is why he lives.
Ego
IsReaL E Summers May 2015
What if... the world's best poets all speak on the same things at the same time.
Like a giant collective mind.
Revealing the end is here.
Wouldn't that be so weird?!

Each star is connected...
To another, just like sisters & brothers
Or like light from the burn
Come now Stars now its your turn!
BUUUUURRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNN!
CHENCHENCHENCHEN WUBWUB
Eleanor Rigby May 2015
You pushed me off of a boat
And watched me.
You watched me drown.


- Eleanor
Rhianecdote May 2015
When my Dad used to come up in my face
And smile at me As a baby
I used to push him away
Give me my space
Jheez!

And at aged 3 when I used to rest my head
On lil blondies shoulder as we watched tv
In nursery
He  would push me off constantly,
First taste of rejection
Jheez!

And as a pre teen
When that little **** Esteban was showin off and being mean
Got my brother in a headlock till he couldn't breath
Grabbed him off, pushed him over a wall as I screamed even though he was older and much bigger than me
Made me so angry!
First time I laid hands on someone in defence of my family
Haven't had to do it since, thankfully
Shock of me switching actually made him come up after and say sorry
Jheez!

As a Teen, chillin in the park, all sunny
When this lil kid who looks half asleep
Cycling in his dressing gown
comes up to me
Asking if I wanna buy some ****
Pushing drugs?!
Someone should be pushing him on a ****** swing , he's only a baby!
Makes my heart bleed
Jheez!

And every ****** mornin
As I'm getting to where I need to be
Getting pushed onto this train
By impatient imbeciles
When there is no need
There's another one comin in 3!
So why am I hovering under someones smelly armpit all awkwardly?
Jheez!

**All this pushing, all this pulling
this game of tug of war,
really puts me on ****** edge,
I really can't take no more.
But city life is city life
Jheezus you know the score!
Don't push me cause I'm close to the Edge!
TSK Apr 2015
No strings attatched
They loudly proclaim
As I feel a subtle tug.
This way, that way,
Upwards, down:
A guiding force
So small, so menacing.

No strings attached
They tenderly whisper
So close to my ear.
Do this, play that,
Lie here, forget:
My tiny concious
Easily crushed, easily displaced.

No strings attached
They persistently hiss
As I back away.
But why, what if,
How come, explain:
Life is a stage
So who is the puppeteer?
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