"swinged" poems
Ich fühle mich wie wir in einem früheren Leben erfüllt
(I feel like we met in a former life)
Auch…where are my manners
English, right
I feel like we met not in this life
But before
And by “met” I mean loved
I have no idea how
We share common things
Und our eyes meet whenever we think the other isn’t looking
Maybe I’m going crazy under Hitler’s hand
I don’t feel like I’m in the right state of mind
But I feel like we’ve loved
Once upon a time
Have I met you before
Because you seem super familiar
I think you were my neighbor before I moved
Because I remember the pretty girl
Next door with brown hair
We played in my back yard and pretended to be aliens
Then made macaroni art
That’s us….on a hill….holding hands
You fell and got a boo boo on your elbow
And I put a dinosaur band-aide on it
We road bikes to the park and we swinged
Remember my best friend Johnny? His birthday party?
Well you were there and I got cake in your hair and you cried…
I gave you a gift on valentines day
It was a flower I put in a purple box
my mom planted in my yard
And later she yelled at me and put me in the corner for digging it up
I shared my dairy queen milkshake with you
Even though It was chocolate and that’s my favorite flavor
And I was really surprised because you said that was your favorite too
Do you remember…
No…?
Oh okay sorry.
You can come over and play with some of my toys if you want
I like your shoes…
I met her in a past life,
In February, new grass reaching through snow
This funeral only reminds me of
Vibrations in my spine when she’d leave
Symphony strings come in
Crushing all my Ambien
Recreating Adam and Eve
I could feel my disgusting old heart pulse
When I became her.
When she took over me.
I remember
Watching life go by like movies
Ich erinnere mich (I remember)
Dancing in ballrooms to records
I remember
Young bodies in *** Minds dowsed in ecstasy
I remember you
Our dying won’t stop euphoria like this
It’ll just be put on hold for a while
Emotions becoming a straight beaming line
Because I’ll meet her again
All we’ll do is change the date and time
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 2:17 AM UTC
Gliding across the sparkling night sky,
no scratch that, more like
I'm moving across like a leaf carried
by a silent zephyr.
Clasping hands with
a man, with an unknown face,
but a body of perfection,
capable of dancing the night away with me...
I closed my eyes and let everything
blow away.
Stepping with the grace of a
teardrop,
I waltzed,
foxtrotted,
swinged,
meringued,
rumbaed,
my way through the night,
as everyone around me
began to run
and scream, terrified,
as buildings began to collapse
and everything felt so surreal
and and the fires started
and and the walls came closer and closer
and I danced faster, faster yet
and a women came around to me, shaking me, yelling something undecipherable
and I began to cry
as I was finally able to crash.
I woke up with a start, a dreamy smile left on my
plumped lips, and ruined mascara and eyeliner,
and a dazed starry eyed look.
On the floor, the only evidence
were a pair of ripped up shoes.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
Moon coquettishly swinged
In your hazel hedge of eyes
As you gnawked with propensity
Deep down in my fierce eyes
In the mourning of the darkest nights
Alone as we boiled and burnt
A knocking shiver down the spine
The twinkle of lamps faded
As you strided
Precociously ushered
Hold my dreary hands
As my veins exploded
My pulse accelerated
You sighed, I was breathless.....
I dormantly backed for anybody to intervene..
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
a man with smoke in his eyes
stumbling down the street,
he swinged swiftly through the air
then opens up his hand and cries
wind's long exhale
- a single firefly
flies away
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 12:28 AM UTC
When shallow clouds poured
Gunnies of grey raindrops
When eclipse's darkness swinged over head
You wore your wide worn-out grin
That unbelievably ruined my picket fences
And I staggered at that omniscience
Even end of the eclipse and grey raindrops
Harshest stones and farthest skies
Bawled out
Momentary deflections waved in my heart
But the candles blew out
With a storm of wind
As you were nowhere to be seen
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC
Pay special attention to how your thoughts are organized,
Critical thinking is at drastic times when the mind is less prioritized.
Under distress and stress your mind is at a baffling state,
Dawning decisions and choices at a critical time is ultimately great.
Lifeless souls in a bubble, bye bye buy life by how life runs,
Teteron under the sun, barracks of none in sweat and fun.
In this phase things move really slow and the time is lost,
One wrong move and you'll be swinged off course.
Critical thinking is an event of thoughts gathering at a critical time and place,
Proper analysis is as if you slow down the physics of this space.
Being focused and vigilant are keys you will need,
To critically understand this simple poem you read.
Oct 24, 2024
Oct 24, 2024 at 6:57 AM UTC