#swinging
becoming more peaceful
tranquility beneath your steps
a reason for calmness
a way chosen to go
the help of angels
a prayer of faith
a mantra sounding
deep in your soul
answers forthcoming
no doubt at all.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 7:39 AM UTC
The swing is just as endless
As the sky which looms above
Cloudless and empty, alone and friendless
The kind of beauty people dream of
If she kicked so hard, she touched the sun
But, never fear, she didn't burn
The chains brought her down to the earth so fast
Then one more push, to the sky she returned
Her imagination soared with the birds
Soul superior to land and sea
On the swing she could be anything
On the swing the girl was free
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 10:19 PM UTC
As a child I wondered what it'd be like to be an angel
Soaring through the heavens on white feathers, playing golden harps in tune with the whistling of the wind.
And so I stepped onto flightless wings and let their hands guide me to the skies.
I looked up,
Up to where the the clouds floated
Where the winds lifted my hair with mischief and whispered songs of freedom
Where the ground was but a memory miles away
Where my fingertips felt like they could touch the infinite blue
...
Now, as I fall, I think mournfully to myself
What a childish dream it was, to think I could ever leave the shackles of the ground
And yet...
And yet
I find myself 10 again
Waiting for the next brush of heaven
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 1:19 AM UTC
I'll keep the face of my utopia just to cover the nebula
I played the video games to pace down the wrath
Blue jeans, summertime, your smoke-kiss, the retro song played
Back to november
I'll make you remember
Turn off the shade
Sad dreams of despair
I'll make the repair.
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 12:05 PM UTC
it's been so long since....
oh, how I long for the those days
swinging in the tree
hanging upside down on that big branch
waiting for the sun to go down so hide and go seek was more challenging
skateboarding with friends and riding our bikes for hours and hours
marbles were the rage and the Boulders were worth some attention
falling down and scraping our knees, shaking it off till we got home
spinning around so fast and furious that you got too dizzy and fell down
oh how I long for those days....
has it really been so looooooong?
Brian Hill - 2020 # 149
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 9:25 AM UTC
When all the lights fly out
From the insects we use to collect,
Staying up under a tree with an old wooden swing
Pushing higher to see if you could project
Yourself over the branches above.
Telling me someday you'd escape
As you pulled the lid away
Watching those neon colors go up.
In the blink of an eye,
We became the adults we tried
So hard not to become.
Pretending as children we knew our futures,
Fabricating ideas, really we had none.
As we got older and distant,
I sit under this tree and miss
The person who sat next to me.
As the wind blows cold air,
A rickety swing moves slow
Almost knowing I wish you were here.
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 2:53 PM UTC
Sitting alone
To my own thoughts
One topic
Becomes thousands
Fluxing about
At the speed of sound
Memories flashing
An aching in my chest
A gripped, compressed heart
A light
Dwindling
Scarcely able to survive
Running out of oxygen
Flickering in and out
I walked on a tightrope
Then
I saw another
A creature of beauty and grace
Running across their own
Then tripping
Swinging to fall,
But their feet remaining on the rope
Awestruck, I attempted to speak
Finding myself unable to utter a word
A bird unable to use its beak
Then
Discovering a voice existed
I used it
Reached out
Made a friend
In time
A partner
Soon, I realized I was able to run across
Just as they had
Able to soar
Fall for a moment
But come back
Somehow still upon my weary feet
But given new strength and determination
A motivation
Thanks to my love
Heart beating at the speed of a jackrabbit
Cheeks the pigment of roses
Soul tied to the other end of a red thread
Feeling something so familiar
Possibly meant to be
His hair is
November tree bark
The tree I sit under
My mask thrown asunder
My true colors show brighter
As he takes me in his arms
Branches of a strong oak
Leaves softer than a kittens fur
Voice like that of a divine
Spilling symphonies into my ear
Still I sit here
With all I hold dear
Awaiting for time to pass
And for him to be near
There
Before my eyes
My memories dance
Take me into a trance
A vision of rapture
O what ecstasy
Moments of roses
Moonbeams pirouetting
Orchestra playing
Just for two
Under the full moon
Stars glistening in their wonder
A butterfly fluttering in my heart
The zoo escaped in my stomach
Flowers upon my face
Over them is lace
As I am in your sweet embrace
- Jay M
October 31st, 2019
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 1:07 PM UTC
Wind hustling through the night sky.
Blue light shining from above.
Swinging to the top.
Falling back down.
The sound of laughter and talking muffled.
My thoughts louder.
“I’m fine.”
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 9:42 AM UTC
There is no easy Poly feeling
This is not fun for those who stay tonight alone
The heart is aching
Despite of understanding
The Gratitude I felt is gone
For those who leave tonight
This may be blissful swinging
An implementing fantasies of youth
Two unicorns are merged into freestyle whirling
Not asking much just making love
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 1:29 AM UTC
You're not welcome here
There may be posters
on the outside of the building
with your face on them sayin
"Wanted"
but that ain't an invitation
Pushing past the swinging twins
strutting in, without a care
like you've done nothing,
as if everyone in the room
doesn't want to **** ya
For all the things you've done
they wouldn't need the pay
it'd be a service to mankind,
plenty of folks are glad to put a bullet in yer head
But Darlin'
ya always did have a sweet mouth
I'd love to see you talk your way outta this one
And as soon as you go to speak
I can see it plain as day
BANG
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC
the harder it rains, the more useless the umbrella
the more you need it,
the more useless the umbrella
gone and blown the other way
dumbest thing you ever did in your life
i've done that all too
one dumb thing leads to another dumb thing
such a looped refrain
some dumb things just go together
one dumb thing
then another dumb thing
walking on the busy sidewalks
of chicago the overheard woman
i was watching
was talking friendly to the man beside her
about something he was not interested in
he walked away from her
midsentence
i went home and never forgot that
7 or 8 years later,
i was walking to work in south lake union
IT guy with the too long hair
caught up to me
and complained about his boss
i didn't know what to say
crossing arms crossed tight
conversation dying at the crosswalk
and he walked on ahead
as my hands looked for pockets
one dumb thing beside another dumb thing
such a looped refrain to keep on playing
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
I am a Bin
Left over,
Untouched.
Always stinking.
No one sees me with a smile
They show disgust towards me
And then
Stars started orbiting differently
Magic happens.
I am seen as a flower vase
A flower vase
Always enriched, with
different types of flowers
All appreciate my beauty
I am a cynosure
They come to me
Smell me
Absorb my fragrance
Refreshing themselves
It gives me immense pleasure
when I freshen them
But its not always the same
Sometimes they overlook me
Leaving me to stink in rotten flowers
The story repeats.
Yesterday, I was a bin
Today, I am a vase
And nothing much changed
So! I don't care anything anymore.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC
Swinging high
Up so high in the sky
Feel like I am flying
High up in the sky like
A bird
Swinging high
Swinging high
Swinging high
Up so high in the sky
Feel so free and
can do anything
Nothing is hold me back
I can not keep my
feet on the ground
Swinging high
Swinging high
Up so high in the sky
Feel like I am flying
High up in the sky like
A bird i love to swinging
high up in the sky
Swinging high.
© Amanda Kay Hill
8/19/16
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC
Keep the love in your hearts and show
Each person you meet
Everyday that there is love out there; that there is
Peace out there waiting to be
Seen.
Waiting for people to show the world love.
In this life, we get one chance to show kindness;
Not hate--hate will only make it worst.
GO out
In the world and show it love --- it
Needs love and kindness.
Go out and show each other that
We're All In This Together!
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
In this fight
Insides twisting
World black and white
Battle of existing
World keeps bringing
But I'm still here swinging
Blow after blow
I'm on the ground
Get up, I don't know
My mind unsound
The crowd cringing
Cuz I'm still here swinging
They tell me to stop
To lay down and die
I can't be on top
So why even try
Wounds stinging
I don't know why I'm swinging
Yet I get up again
It's never easy
Moving past this pain
So much I'm dizzy
But that fat lady ain't singing
So I'm still here swinging
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC
I swung on the hangman's noose
Feeling the too and fro of others
Moments of death, were my fingers
Gracing a moment of chocking silence.
My digits were decorating a moment
As if my grip was still around the spirt
Of a clutching oblivion that gasped
On tightened desperation.
I swung for a while till my fingers lost
Feeling like that of breath losing life,
Silent was my motion and then I was still.
I left it swinging a circle of life gracing death.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
EDNA: Please sit down, William. How are you today?
WILLIAM: Fine thank you, Edna. How are you? I read that you were having trouble with your piles.
EDNA: Mind your own ******* business. I'm doing the interviewing here.
WILLIAM: Sorry, Edna.
EDNA: Right, now I hear you are a wife-swapper. How did that start?
WILLIAM: Well, Edna, after I had been married a few years, I got fed up with ******** the same **** and so I started wandering a bit. And my ******* wife found out and broke my leg with a sledge hammer.
EDNA: That must have hurt.
WILLIAM: Of course it ******* well hurt. Not only that, it made ******** impossible for months.
EDNA: [laughing sympathetically] And then?
WILLIAM: Well, once the leg mended, since I still fancied a bit of spare nookie, I suggested to my lady wife, we try some wife-swapping.
EDNA: How did she react to your mentioning swinging?
WILLIAM: Swinging? You mean life my wife's fat *******
EDNA: I'll ignore that. Get on with the story for Christ's sake. You'll bore my readers' **** off.
WILLIAM: As I was saying, she was quite keen on it. In fact she said 'As long as the geezers involved have a bigger **** than yours, I'm up for it'.
EDNA: Yes, I heard your **** was small, William.
WILLIAM: Anyway, we joined the Maidstone Wife-Swappers Club the next week and have been swapping ever since.
EDNA: Ever since? How long ago was that, then?
WILLIAM: About five years ago, Edna. The MWSC meets once a month, there's usually quite a few couples there and we go most times, especially if we've heard there's some new members, if you get my meaning.
EDNA: Members? Members? That's a good one. You should be on the stand-up circuit with material like that, William.
[Edna and William laugh gaily]
EDNA: Tell me, do you swap with only one couple at these swingers parties? Or do you mingle, so to speak? Roughly many couples have you swapped with, then?
WILLIAM: As a result of our participation in at the Maidstone Wife-Swappers meetings, I have shagged 84 women and Eileen, my dear wife, has been ****** by 245 men.
EDNA: You can go now.
WILLIAM: Pardon me?
EDNA: **** off.
[Interview terminated at this point.]
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
Just look up and this is what you'll see
Me swinging gently from our favorite tree
So you once said it'd be forever, and ever
But what you really meant was never, never
You left me so crippled and so very broken
Took the cornerstone of my heart as a token
All I wanted was your black and twisted heart
All I received was my small world torn apart
Now here I hang, waiting for forever and ever
Might as well've been the one pulling the lever
How useless i have become, how can I ever forget?
I happen to be broken, I haven't forgotten you yet
Was it something in your stormy blue/gray eyes?
Or in the way you caught me in your web of lies?
The lies that you hung me with and now I swing
Forever doomed to love the boy who is my suffering
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC