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Alex Gifford Aug 2019
You feel the rhythm of the music,
as it bounces through the floor.
You hear laughter and excitement,
the suspense of what's in store.

Then you walk up to a lady,
and you ask her for a dance.
Don't be nervous most are friendly,
this won't be your only chance.

If you're a leader with a purpose,
and your follower has grace.
You combine into one being
with a smile for each face.

Then trust will turn to tension,
and this tension is a whip.
That cracks loud like the trumpet,
every time momentum flips.

The adrenaline of falling,
the connection of a hug.
Either focus like an artist,
or it takes you like a drug.

Every hour feels like minutes,
you forget the world outside.
There's just motion and the moment,
it's a rollercoaster ride.

When the sun goes up that morning,
and you rise up out of bed.
You keep dreaming of that freedom,
It won't get out of your head.
Try swing dancing it's a complete blast. This is what it feels like. I hope I can motivate someone to go out and give it a shot. Tell me if you do!
Bhill Jul 2019
I remember a lot of really good things
Like the time I had my very own swing

It was rope and wood and hung from a tree
It was always there to help me be free

I would swing so high I could see the next street
Back and forth with my legs to go higher was a treat

Sometimes I would be brave and try a big jump
Flying through the air and land with a thump

Oftentimes, that trick would really really work
Sometimes, however, it really really hurt

I like looking back to simpler times
When the fun was fun and it wasn't a crime

When people we're people and jokes we're jokes
No one got mad at what life did provoke...

Brian Hill - 2019 # 177
What do you remember?..?
samara lael Jul 2019
the way you cross my mind like your swinging in time
to the sound of harmonies in tune with mine.

~ swing dancing.
Esther L Krenzin May 2019
Vertigo
beneath the moons shadow
rough rope gripped
between trembling fingers
spinning stars
silence
a solitary wind teased my face
toes brushed dew-gilded ground

I leaned backwards
as if folding into the silky embrace
of darkness
eyes closed
the nearest my wingless form
could get to soaring

Slipping back to earth
I took a flying leap
throwing myself onto the
mere slip of a swing
breathless
weightless
the world tilted like an axis off kilter

There, in the stillness of the moment
I feasted my gaze on the way
the trees reached upward
as if they too, were searching
for something

Reality, right then, felt fragile
I dared not blink
for fear of breaking the spell
nothing existed outside
blinking fireflies
the wind as it enfolded around me
and I
gorging to gain the weight
my soul had lost.

-Esther L. Krenzin-
-Roguesong-
Ataraxia: the state of bliss and serene calmness.
Eliseatlife May 2019
Sitting on a swing

back and forth

up and down



Watching everything that happens around me


Only the swing is just a little too high



My legs float above the ground

I would prefer to stand with both feet on the ground



being one with the world

being one with everything that happens around me



I just have to grow a little bit
Maria Etre May 2019
Swings right
when things just feel right
caresses under blankets
away from eyes
holding on to fleeting moments
stretching them, till they tear
with dawn

Swings left
broken beats left lonely
almost silent
in a loud world
where everyone hears your voice
while I suffocate on mine
being shattered into tiny shards
of transparent truth clawing their way
down my throat
to stunt my heart
from beating …normally

Swings right
your hand in mind
that’s right
that’s nice
faking it till you make it
learning the good in the bad
that’s only single-serving
I am left in a shady area
in a black and white world
full of bruised blueprints
that never made it through

Swings left
change feels like the cold
wind of a monsoon
before the heavy rain of judgement
falls piercing your skin
questioning your being
“but stay”
after you’ve blown away
all the fortress I took
so long to build
stone by stone
year by year
tower by tower
experience after experience
“we’re friends”
was the explosion that
turned my castle
to a sand
a desert, deserted

Swings Right
I feel right
on your right side
but then again
there are millions
standing in line
for get your right
I sometimes think
the spotlight does
shine on me
then I realize it is I
who put it there

Swings Left
….this is my queue to leave
Time
Anya Mar 2019
I took a selfie today, on the swing
For some reason I've been taking them all week
Bored at the grocery store
No motivation in my room
A smile,
constantly displaying my bulging acne,
like little polka dots
marring my-
Smile a little strained,
Unable to release or
FAKE
Just no
I-

I took a selfie today, on the swing
The swing obviously more suitable for my ten year old brother
Left behind by one of the previous occupants
Quite low to the ground,
Meant for children                        Not
a teenager searching for an escape
Making a fool of herself
Back and forth              back and forth                    back and-

I took a selfie today, on the swing
And it's the prettiest I'd ever been
Because I didn't care anymore,
and I      was                                                    f
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