Swimming was one of my favorite things to do. gliding through the water, feeling weightless and graceful, was one of my favorite feelings. what i didnt know was that the one thing that made me feel free could hurt so many.
I can’t swim, nor would I ever want to learn. I make a point of being at least twenty miles away from the nearest lake or sea. Swimming is strictly for the fishes.
She was swimming in her own misery. She knew that in order to get out of this, she had to pick herself up and move forward. But then why did the water feel so good?
the watery grave hath accepted me, penance for my sins paid in these raw breaths
her iron eyes dare not reject, yet forever press and peel the skin,
bubbles of earth
I have always dreamed of becoming a flight attendant. I easily get amazed every time I see them. I know that I will someday attain this dream, if only I knew how to swim.
Ich muss schwimmen lernen. Ob gegen den Strom oder mit ihm weiß ich noch nicht. Beides ist gut. Auch treiben lassen auf dem Rücken. Fast wie tot. Das Wasser schwappt über meine Ränder. Ich bin randlos. Eine Linse. Durch die ich nach außen linse.
i swim into your liquid green pools of light and you take me into depths unimagined and I do not sink, no I float there as star fall from your heart and land upon my skin. there i lay and i then i dive into your love, letting you soak me through…
I once went swimming in water so turquoise that I thought maybe the sky had rained paint or crayons instead of water. I dived so far down that I thought I might drown, but for some reason the water never got dark.
Swimming by those who knew how looked so easy to him. When he tried, the water betrayed him. He begin sinking like that penny he threw in the fountain at the mall.
Swimming in the freezing cold waters of the river was horrific, my toes, my nose, and my whole body seemed to be frozen. I was grateful for the hot cup of cocoa and the warm fire back at the lodge.
My first swimming lesson was when I was 6. When I was 8, my 4-year old brother also joined. Of course, watching all the older kids, it looked easy. He almost drowned. It was funny.
Sometimes at the break of dawn I fly my TARDIS into the vast oceans, right on the seventh moon of the planet Cylarious. The conditions are excellent for swimming and the view of the moon’s gravitational twin, Catazomb, is absolutely exquisite. When I have time between saving the universe, picking up humanoid creatures (preferably human females) and the over all exploration of the universe for funzies it is the first stop on my list.
I went swimming today and it was pretty fun. If you swim for a long time you get tired. I felt like I was floating through space and I didn’t know why. Water is a thing that most people swim in. I like to swim alot. If you hold your breath for a while, you probably won’t make it out of the pool. It’s only really fun if it’s sunny.
I want to be a mermaid when I grow up. With hair of blue or green and a long,beautiful tail. I want to be friends with fishes, and ride dolphins. I want to wear seashells as earrings and seaweed in my hair.
I love to swim. Although I am not a very good swimmer. I love the feeling of weightlessness I get when I am submerged in water. The cleanlieness. The earthiness. Swimming tires me out, but I love being in the water. I want to be a mermaid when I grow up.
I love swimming, I love all the hot guys in their speedos and i love going to the sauna and sweatng it all out. My dog likes swimming too, and we love playing in the waves at the beach. its neat how the water gets n your ears and then you have to shake it out for the rest of the day. I wish my bnoyfriend liked swimming because then we would go swimming a lot and would get to play with his hot sexy body under the water.
Tommy was hanging out with Rex by the swimming hole, playing with matches when the cat tails caught fire. Tommy sent his dog off to find help but the fire extinguisher was locked in the car and without opposable thumbs, Rex couldn’t get the key into the lock. But also, Rex wasn’t really that motivated anyway due to his secret hatred of cats.
i find myself wading in shallow water. drifting…& all i wish is that my feet would come together, arms would propel me forward into something new. i wish i’d start swimming into a place with only forward direction. no fear. just movement.
He was swimming in the lake in the back of the house. It was covered by trees and bushes, surrounded by rocks covered in moss. His blond hair stuck to the sides of his face. Oh, what a beauty.
Ice cold salt water, Hampton Beach, NH, sun on my skin, wind in my face, hot sand, hard bodies, tanned skin, children laughing, music playing, Frisbees and footballs flying by, waves crashing,
I love to swim. It’s simply invigorating. The smooth texture of water on my skin, flowing between my fingers when I move my hands across the water’s edge. A simply beautiful feeling. I am tranquil in the water; I am at peace with the world. Swimming is a form of art; a way to better understand your soul.
Splashing and twirling beneath a crystal clear abyss. We swim till we die and we laugh till we fly. Swimming till sunrise and till sunset. Life with you will never end.
It went swimmingly, she thought.
And then she thought how absurd that statement was.
Swimmingly? What does that even mean?
That, at least, we didn’t drown?
drip drip drip
droplets roll down my face
drowning
swimming in tears
can’t breath
can’t hold my breath any longer
drowning
droplets roll down my face
drip drip drip
I went swimming the other day. I thought it would be just a normal day at the pool, but then I saw the new life guard. Oh my goodness is all I could think. He was beautiful and he noticed me. Quiet me.
“There’s swimming and there’s drowning. Which one are you gonna do?” Lucas Pendleton ran his unit with the precision of a tactical strike team. “Um coach?” Marcie Cohen raised her hand boldly for one so young and inexperienced. “Do you want to take it down a notch or three? This is summer swim class 101, not the Invasion of Normandy.”
I love the feel of the cool water sliding around my body. Laughing with friends as we jump off the bridge into the stream, splashing each other. Climbing up onto the surrounding rocks and sitting in our little cave to eat a picnic lunch. I wish these summer days would never end.
in the fish with nothing and no one around me. It is just me with an amazing sunset and an amazing piece of the world. I am by myself. I feel safe. Awake. Real. I don’t know whether or not this will last forever.
It’s like drowning, but the opposite. When you realize that things aren’t as bad as they’ve seemed to be. And you may not exactly be swimming, but you’re staying afloat and that’s all the really matters. Staying alive, keeping your soul intact, that’s all you need to worry about.
Swimming in a pool of thoughts. Be careful not to drown in them. Swimming, it is quiet. No one can hear you, no need to speak. You cannot hear anybody shouting your name. Floating and twirling carelessly, as though you are in the womb. Existing in only this moment, with no purpose but to be.
swimming doesn’t happen often enough. it must be amazing for folks that live near water. breaking the surface, grasping for air… reminds me of a time so long ago.
Swimming was one of my favorite things to do. gliding through the water, feeling weightless and graceful, was one of my favorite feelings. what i didnt know was that the one thing that made me feel free could hurt so many.
I can’t swim, nor would I ever want to learn. I make a point of being at least twenty miles away from the nearest lake or sea. Swimming is strictly for the fishes.
She was swimming in her own misery. She knew that in order to get out of this, she had to pick herself up and move forward. But then why did the water feel so good?
the watery grave hath accepted me, penance for my sins paid in these raw breaths
her iron eyes dare not reject, yet forever press and peel the skin,
bubbles of earth
I have always dreamed of becoming a flight attendant. I easily get amazed every time I see them. I know that I will someday attain this dream, if only I knew how to swim.
Ich muss schwimmen lernen. Ob gegen den Strom oder mit ihm weiß ich noch nicht. Beides ist gut. Auch treiben lassen auf dem Rücken. Fast wie tot. Das Wasser schwappt über meine Ränder. Ich bin randlos. Eine Linse. Durch die ich nach außen linse.
This isn’t something that all dogs enjoy. My dog has never tried and he only ventures as far as the froth on the shore to fetch his ball.
i swim into your liquid green pools of light and you take me into depths unimagined and I do not sink, no I float there as star fall from your heart and land upon my skin. there i lay and i then i dive into your love, letting you soak me through…
I once went swimming in water so turquoise that I thought maybe the sky had rained paint or crayons instead of water. I dived so far down that I thought I might drown, but for some reason the water never got dark.
Swimming by those who knew how looked so easy to him. When he tried, the water betrayed him. He begin sinking like that penny he threw in the fountain at the mall.
Swimming. That’s my whole life.
Swimming in the freezing cold waters of the river was horrific, my toes, my nose, and my whole body seemed to be frozen. I was grateful for the hot cup of cocoa and the warm fire back at the lodge.
My first swimming lesson was when I was 6. When I was 8, my 4-year old brother also joined. Of course, watching all the older kids, it looked easy. He almost drowned. It was funny.
swiming was what made me happy, i didn’t need to make an effort to do it… i just let my self float freely and set my soul free.
Sometimes at the break of dawn I fly my TARDIS into the vast oceans, right on the seventh moon of the planet Cylarious. The conditions are excellent for swimming and the view of the moon’s gravitational twin, Catazomb, is absolutely exquisite. When I have time between saving the universe, picking up humanoid creatures (preferably human females) and the over all exploration of the universe for funzies it is the first stop on my list.
Summer is officially over, the rain is here, and I didn’t swim once. Perhaps that’s why I cried when I pulled out the garden.
I went swimming today and it was pretty fun. If you swim for a long time you get tired. I felt like I was floating through space and I didn’t know why. Water is a thing that most people swim in. I like to swim alot. If you hold your breath for a while, you probably won’t make it out of the pool. It’s only really fun if it’s sunny.
I want to be a mermaid when I grow up. With hair of blue or green and a long,beautiful tail. I want to be friends with fishes, and ride dolphins. I want to wear seashells as earrings and seaweed in my hair.
I love to swim. Although I am not a very good swimmer. I love the feeling of weightlessness I get when I am submerged in water. The cleanlieness. The earthiness. Swimming tires me out, but I love being in the water. I want to be a mermaid when I grow up.
I love swimming, I love all the hot guys in their speedos and i love going to the sauna and sweatng it all out. My dog likes swimming too, and we love playing in the waves at the beach. its neat how the water gets n your ears and then you have to shake it out for the rest of the day. I wish my bnoyfriend liked swimming because then we would go swimming a lot and would get to play with his hot sexy body under the water.
Tommy was hanging out with Rex by the swimming hole, playing with matches when the cat tails caught fire. Tommy sent his dog off to find help but the fire extinguisher was locked in the car and without opposable thumbs, Rex couldn’t get the key into the lock. But also, Rex wasn’t really that motivated anyway due to his secret hatred of cats.
i find myself wading in shallow water. drifting…& all i wish is that my feet would come together, arms would propel me forward into something new. i wish i’d start swimming into a place with only forward direction. no fear. just movement.
He was swimming in the lake in the back of the house. It was covered by trees and bushes, surrounded by rocks covered in moss. His blond hair stuck to the sides of his face. Oh, what a beauty.
Ice cold salt water, Hampton Beach, NH, sun on my skin, wind in my face, hot sand, hard bodies, tanned skin, children laughing, music playing, Frisbees and footballs flying by, waves crashing,
I love to swim. It’s simply invigorating. The smooth texture of water on my skin, flowing between my fingers when I move my hands across the water’s edge. A simply beautiful feeling. I am tranquil in the water; I am at peace with the world. Swimming is a form of art; a way to better understand your soul.
He didn’t stop swimming, not even after Adrianna cried out his name. He pushed through the water, working up a sweat.
Splashing and twirling beneath a crystal clear abyss. We swim till we die and we laugh till we fly. Swimming till sunrise and till sunset. Life with you will never end.
salty, damp, air.
waves crashing
ocean water
clear blue
chilling to the bones
refreshing to the soul
It went swimmingly, she thought.
And then she thought how absurd that statement was.
Swimmingly? What does that even mean?
That, at least, we didn’t drown?
drip drip drip
droplets roll down my face
drowning
swimming in tears
can’t breath
can’t hold my breath any longer
drowning
droplets roll down my face
drip drip drip
I learned how to swim when I was five. My camp counselor threw me in the water and if I wanted to survive, I would learn to swim.
I went swimming the other day. I thought it would be just a normal day at the pool, but then I saw the new life guard. Oh my goodness is all I could think. He was beautiful and he noticed me. Quiet me.
i feel the water, cool, cool, cool, like the end of summer before I went away, I swam in the lake, the water numbed my feet, numbed me,
i go to the pool to swim the cool water embraces my body…. cool, cool, water like the end of summer with my friends before I moved away.
“There’s swimming and there’s drowning. Which one are you gonna do?” Lucas Pendleton ran his unit with the precision of a tactical strike team. “Um coach?” Marcie Cohen raised her hand boldly for one so young and inexperienced. “Do you want to take it down a notch or three? This is summer swim class 101, not the Invasion of Normandy.”
I love the feel of the cool water sliding around my body. Laughing with friends as we jump off the bridge into the stream, splashing each other. Climbing up onto the surrounding rocks and sitting in our little cave to eat a picnic lunch. I wish these summer days would never end.
in the fish with nothing and no one around me. It is just me with an amazing sunset and an amazing piece of the world. I am by myself. I feel safe. Awake. Real. I don’t know whether or not this will last forever.
It’s like drowning, but the opposite. When you realize that things aren’t as bad as they’ve seemed to be. And you may not exactly be swimming, but you’re staying afloat and that’s all the really matters. Staying alive, keeping your soul intact, that’s all you need to worry about.
Swimming in a pool of thoughts. Be careful not to drown in them. Swimming, it is quiet. No one can hear you, no need to speak. You cannot hear anybody shouting your name. Floating and twirling carelessly, as though you are in the womb. Existing in only this moment, with no purpose but to be.
swimming doesn’t happen often enough. it must be amazing for folks that live near water. breaking the surface, grasping for air… reminds me of a time so long ago.