#swings
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
park swings
are for the teens who never had a real childhood
whose parents yelled and was forced to grow up too fast
forced to take care of the house when other kids were hanging out
who wanted to find a way to drown themselves in the bathtub at 6 yrs
who have trust issues with everyone they meet
park swings are for the teens who are hopeless romantics
who fall in love and never confess there feelings
or they do and realize you only liked them in your dreams
their for the teens who have no friends
so their Spotify and Pinterest is there friends
their escape is gas station coffee and an old park
park swings are for the teens who feel as if everyone hates them
there for the ones who have been talked over their whole life
the ones who talk to cats and dogs because they listen
park swings are for the ones who want to go back
want to change their past
erase all the pain and be okay again
park swings are for the ones who want to get better
but…don’t at the same time
park swings are for
the ones who never had a chance to grow up
this is there escape parents…
Cant you see?
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 11:46 PM UTC
there's nothing too special about park swings
unless its that girl who's there
swinging next to you
you've never seen her before
but she looks
interesting
long brown hair pulled in a ponytail
hoodie and jeans so big you couldn't tell her boy type
eyeliner so perfect
lips so pink
you could kiss them
of course there's nothing special about park swings
until your swinging high with this girl
until the two of you reach the stars
and she brings you one to keep
you slow down
giggle a bit
her brown eyes stare into yours
"I'm lily"
lily
there's nothing special
but there's something so special about a girl
you've never met
named lily
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 7:41 PM UTC
courting breaths after blue i brighten
i lighten with originless humour
and then ugliness anew
i tighten into some packed pearl of monster
breathe in breathe out courting breaths
the susurration of all this lung
resuscitation and it's 'good morning mourning'
then 'bring out the empathy' ! and zitty connections
and marvel over 'those poor things'
larval in their struggles up the redline
and envision throwing them heaps
of hairdryers salad spinners monopoly boards
vibrating cushions for back massage
and obscure tinned delicacies from my extensive travels
the five devils of my mind tackle my erratic breath
five mad ideas of how to run their lives
milk their hive
form a worship and go to war..
..then it is i who goes larval
carving in on my minuscule heart
crutching in like a fractured pill bug
not daring to raise my eyes
for fear of offending my superiors
breathe in breathe out
counting down the breaths til rattle
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 4:48 PM UTC
I feel so much it’s just like good movies
hard hurt romance and rescue
rage and ostracization
it's them it is witty they the horn spittled gitty devils!
they've pitted faults in my structure
to feel through
my dermis tup-tapped and stabbed at
quaking ***** little jokes at my impractical existence
i am made spongiform vulnerable pupation
frogspawn
mangy food at mercy ...
...and my pratty employment...
...but it's okay now
enamel
i'm desensitized to it all
distant to the proceedings
the quirky murky readings
then again sudden barks get through
jarring feedings
and i am rushed with expense ...
... for a while
mused chemistry
my worth feels peopled and oxygenated
my work cradles balanced appeal
creation is warm with budgings of whim
simple commerce with the ghosts of physical laws
and a birling alchemy
Mar 14, 2024
Mar 14, 2024 at 7:59 PM UTC
She's posted a picture of her son,
Sitting on a swing I assume is moving.
I wonder how this Spring day moves him.
The sun stretching
From his head to his toes,
As he arcs to and fro.
I'll never know.
It's a picture of her son.
Does he read, write, paint, build?
I'd like to see his photography.
Perhaps a picture of his mother
Sitting on a swing;
But it's him, sitting there, still.
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 8:19 AM UTC
#paulSN
*There was this one bench we
used to sit on with our legs
dangling.
Do you remember that-- how
we used to look down at our feet
as we swung them
back and forth?
I did so well--
until I would look up at those eyes.
You said that when two people
care about each other
their feet should swing in unison.
I was too embarrassed to tell you
the truth--
that every time I looked in your eyes
my legs would go numb.
I tried to tell you then that
nerds weren't supposed to look
the way that you do.
Even now I look at your picture
you left with me--
and my legs go numb all over again.
And one more time I try to forgive myself.
Nerds aren't supposed to look like that.
It says that--
somewhere in the manual
it does.
I think.*
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Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 9:07 PM UTC
I belong in the heavens
and then I'm under the ground.
I reach the clouds
and then sweep the dirt.
I'm on a rollercoaster
till the end.
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 2:05 AM UTC
there once was a land that was rich with things
everything working with no broken swings
about 4 years ago it started to fail
the spirit of the nation was turning quite pale
some thought it was good and just went along
others were appalled and knew it was wrong
what was the reason many of us asked
it appears that our rights are questioned and tasked
we rambled about and fought from within
losing some friends and a few of our kin
we need this to change we said in a vote
but the man at the top, he started to gloat
he ate up the laws and turned into a grinch
casting people about and not giving an inch
we elected in another to take on the task
to cast the grinch out and peel off his mask
well grinch wouldn't budge and sent out his saps
to alter results and further the collapse
what do we do, can we take on more ****
I for one am just done, and the grinch has to quit....
Brian Hill - 2020 # 319
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 5:08 PM UTC
The fire ignites at take-off
And grows as I exit the stratosphere.
But it burns even hotter upon re-entry.
I am often at my brightest right before
A crash landing.
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 8:59 PM UTC
two swings, back and forth
a lovely rhythm of our feet scraping the ground
in opposition of each other
a pair in matching metal screeches
the eroded dips beneath us damp with rain.
the sun decides to leave us be
the clouds threatening to dampen us like the mulch
that finds it way into our shoes,
the wind picks up, pushing us higher
than we ought to be.
my hands find the chains
cold against my calloused skin
I brace myself against them, the swing out of my control
your hands find mine, you slow me down
my eyes are pressed shut.
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC
That bird's song is a rusty swing set--
a girl meeting the sky with her toes.
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 5:50 PM UTC
it was the night we got high off of our youth
we soared through the sweet strawberry sunset
we didn’t talk
we didn’t have to
it was just me and you on a wednesday night
forgetting the world
and at last,
being at ease.
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
Metallic hinges squeaked and then squawked
Single sliced rubber seat swung under a lime green bar.
An adolescent boy. Bemoaning his brother’s turn.
Heave, ** Swinging hard.
Capturing the tops of trees.
Leaning a few feet off the ground returning once more with fast pace.
Rose-colored cheeks, squinted,
One tear then two, until both cheeks puffed
Runway skids in the wood chips. Cruised him to a halt.
Sniffles, and tears were handled
Hand in hand
They were scripted together for life.
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 9:03 AM UTC
up down
trapped in churning waves
pulling you under
thunder chrashes and lightning screams
you reach for the surface
desperate
it breaks
the sea is calm
you can float
gulls sing
the sun glistens
you rest
your finger tips making patterns in the waves
ripples
is it worth the storm?
the sun turns hot
blinding
you sheild your eyes
it's not enough
the sea boils
you scream
and get pulled under
things are calm
dark
empty
the sea is dead and cold
and is taking you with it
you hear a rumble of thunder and close your eyes
you wait for the calm
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 12:46 PM UTC
I am so tired
Of swinging from the vines
Of mismatched emotions
Until I,
Not unlike Tarzan,
Collide with the tree trunk
And remember why
I was not given wings in the first place.
Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 2:29 AM UTC
I 'm a pendulum.
Swinging in and out of the light,
Wanting to come out of this mood, to smile.
In the dark now,
Heading in and getting darker,
Helpless but to stroke another depressing second.
About to strike now,
I know I'll turn back soon,
I can feel the soft light on my back assuring me.
I have turned,
Finally light is on my face,
Those frightening thoughts seem to wash away.
I burst into the light,
I know it won't last forever,
The darkness behind relentlessly tugging at my mind.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 6:38 AM UTC
Your mood changes
Like the second hand on a clock
My hour hand keeps moving
But I just can't keep up
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 6:38 PM UTC
I went to the park one day,
just to watch the children play;
And upon one of the Swings,
I saw the saddest thing.
~
There sat this lonely child,
whom I never once saw smile;
It broke my heart to see,
this nine-year old, next to me.
~
I quietly said to her,
"How are you, little girl?
Would you like for me to play,
with you, on this beautiful day?"
~
She never made a sound,
as her teardrops hit the ground;
"Didn't mean to make you cry,"
she answered, "It's really alright.
~
I must be going home,
Mama doesn't like me to roam;"
And then she disappeared,
so full of anger and fear.
~
I climbed into my car,
it wasn't parked very far;
And sitting in the back seat,
there sat a part of me.
~
I turned and gave her a smile,
"Can I come with you for awhile?"
"Of course you can, I replied,"
to the child I am inside.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 4:04 PM UTC
it is difficult
to live at the mercy of life
swinging mood to mood
craving some stability
to maybe make things alright.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 4:30 PM UTC
swings drifting
in the ever cooling air
stars sliding down
and down
The monkey bars are for
climbing up and joining
the sky and the stars
to slide down again
In this playground
no one plays
until the stars come out
and the sky is dark
In this playground
there is no one
who is there to play with you
and you play all alone
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC