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#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
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Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 10:19 PM UTC
Swing Set
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?
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Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 11:46 PM UTC
park swings (other version)
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
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Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 7:41 PM UTC
park swings
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
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Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 4:48 PM UTC
lung bean
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
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Mar 14, 2024
Mar 14, 2024 at 7:59 PM UTC
——— m e r c u r y ———————
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
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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.
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May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 8:19 AM UTC
Poetry, Not in Motion
#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
nerds
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.
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Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 2:05 AM UTC
Rollercoaster.
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
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Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 5:08 PM UTC
President Grinch - Quit, PLEASE
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.
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Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 8:59 PM UTC
Fire
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.
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Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC
swingset
That bird's song is a rusty swing set-- a girl meeting the sky with her toes.
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May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 5:50 PM UTC
Swing High and Higher
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.
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Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
wednesday night
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.
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Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 9:03 AM UTC
Scripted Pathways
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
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Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 12:46 PM UTC
Poseidon
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.
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Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 2:29 AM UTC
Mood Swings
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.
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 6:38 AM UTC
Utter Sadness
Your mood changes Like the second hand on a clock My hour hand keeps moving But I just can't keep up
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Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 6:38 PM UTC
Moods
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.
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Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 4:04 PM UTC
~LET THE CHILD PLAY~
it is difficult to live at the mercy of life swinging mood to mood craving some stability to maybe make things alright.
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 4:30 PM UTC
mood swings
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
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Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
Playground