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March 6th, 2012 | 535 Entries

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535 Entries for “swing”

  1. Ive been swinging life away. wishing i was who im not. its hard to move on when you cant move. wish i could just swing and let the day go. sit in the park and watch everyone as thier day progresses. dream of how i want to be like them.

    by Nate on 03.06.2012
  2. I think that moment was when I knew that I had gone on too long. I abused my body by draining it and never giving it a second of rest. That day, it rained. You remember. I found it weirdly symbolic because I knew that things were going to change. I was going to get the old me back, and even though the droplets were constant, the sun would rise after all.

  3. Swinging is a taste of freedom. It is the closest a child can get to flying. It gives us hope that someday we can reach forever and we will not depend on others forever. It is release from the expectations of earth and entrance into the spacious kingdoms of imagination build by children with their heads in the clouds.

  4. there was once a young girl.
    all she wanted was to swing, but her mom told her it was dangerous.
    she was never allowed to follow this dream,
    until she grew up and found that the world was her’s for the taking.
    no one can stop her from swinging to her dreams anymore.

    by Taylor on 03.06.2012
  5. i don;’t know what’s swing bc i don’t speak english, but i like to swing my sword. swing some papers in this world, everytime i remember swing. i remember japanese peopolel and their attire and how they swing their swords

    by ahmed on 03.06.2012
  6. i used to swing with friends and family on my swing set. also used to swing on a rope swing at my cousins yrs ago i miss those days. it was so much fun! i miss them so much!

    by Amanda Gray on 03.06.2012
  7. I used to love to swing. It felt like freedom because it felt like flying. I would do it when I felt completely alone at my new school in sixth grade. The barn swings are also where I met my fiance. He always used to joke and say I loved it not because of him but because I loved to fly…

    by Bethany Eubanks on 03.06.2012
  8. The swing was her favorite of all the Things to play on at the playground. She loved how the wind pushed her back and forth on a cold autumn day. That is what she wanted to do more than anything before going off to college, was escape back to the crisp autumn day. Nothing but a chill wind, her zip jacket, and the closest thing she had to flying.

    by Caroline on 03.06.2012
  9. I liked the breeze in me hair. especially an autumn breeze. After hearing what I heard today a swing ride alone and to myself was perfect. It was my favorite swing. Well, was until as I thrusted out for a high shot in the excited enjoyment of my freedom the rope snapped and flung me into the next tree. Fuck swinging…

    by Liz on 03.06.2012
  10. The swing hung in all it’s desolate metal glory in the chilly back yard. Angel thought sadly to when they were little, and Jessie used to fight her for that swing. She missed her twin so badly she felt as though hot coals were multiplying on her chest. She wiped away bitter tears of emotional acid as she remembered….

    by Q on 03.06.2012
  11. Swing. Bing. Ching. Ding. Fling. Bling. Ming. Al-a-bing. Ping. King. Jing.

    by Oliver on 03.06.2012
  12. My favorite playground equipment at the park. It takes you so high that you can reach the clouds, reminding you that there’s actually hope and light out there for you, little gloomy thing. You can feel the breeze in your hair as the wind is singing songs so tranquilizing and at that moment, nothing can stop you from putting a smile on your face.

    by alyssa rae on 03.06.2012
  13. A swing is a way to understand that life is like a pendle, that things go and come, that all is cyclic and beautiful, because, at the end, nothing is really in our hands, but in a high energies hands that we want to be thankful to….a swing is also a dance, a way to to just flow with life knowing that all is energy and flow and understanding to be with the universal dance of the other, and the others…..A swing is also a style, a way of moving and expressing what we are, in a unique way, understanding that in the friction of life we become a stone that has a unique form and shape, our own and unique form, energy and shape.

    by alejandra ruiz on 03.06.2012
  14. swings are wonderful things for small children. Eve doesn’t really enjoy them yet but I am sure she is going to grow to love them. Nothing beats the feeling of swinging your legs back and forth getting higher and higher. The creak of the metal against metal as you get higher and higher.

    by Dave Lourie on 03.06.2012
  15. I swing back and forth across the ocean, waiting for a meet with someone new. I am still swinging, sometimes stopping to look back and listen to the waves

    by Alex Lee on 03.06.2012
  16. It was early in the summer when I first learned to swing… I remember a soft breeze on my face and the rustle of the leaves in the trees as I ascended into glory.

    by Orien Autumn on 03.06.2012
  17. as a child i used to swing and swing and swing. I could never possibly tire. I suppose maybe i felt i was flying away. I was flying away from my home, the people, myself?

    by thyme sabine on 03.06.2012
  18. Childhood memories
    Jumping off the swing
    Swing Swing by All American Rejects
    Swing Dance
    Laughter
    Motion
    Movement
    Outdoors
    Blue
    Dirty

    by Elise on 03.06.2012
  19. Swing. Is it a type of music. Lifestyle or what a batter does in baseball. Or is it something that you play in a backyard on. Or is it a change in the weather or luck?

    by murr on 03.06.2012
  20. I have a swing in my backyard. i have been on it so many times. Once my uncle pushed me on the swing so fast that i flipped over the branches and almost fell off. My dad caught me and I was alright. The swing in our backyard is full of memories. The neighborhood kids came to our house to play on it. it was made with a study piece of wood and tight rope. We would push each other so high that our stomachs would drop. Swings remind me of summer.

    by Danielle on 03.06.2012
  21. Swing with your friends. Swine to the highest limits of the swing. Swing out over the water and jump in. Swing with swingers.

  22. when I was young I would always go to the park with my friends and swing on the swing set. We would challenge each other to see who could go the highest. the goal was to swing right over the bar in one motion and keep swinging. I cherish the memories.

    by Blah on 03.06.2012
  23. when i was younger there was a park by my old house that we used to do back flips off the swings, one day m friend fell straight onto her back, we were all fearful she couldn’t breath we all rushed to her side

    by Jacqueline on 03.06.2012
  24. I was swinging under a tree near a beautiful garden and all i can think of was how amazing life’s cycle is, how amazing God’s power is to make everything grow abundantly.

    by Takisa on 03.06.2012
  25. It’s a more of a child’s dream, really, to want to spin and spin. Forgetting the day’s problems and not watching where you’re going. But often you loose sight of where you’re going.

    And you don’t see that you’re about to fall.

    To swing.

  26. she sat on the ground and stared at the swing that hung from the tree in the back yard of her childhood home. so much of her childhood revolved around that tree. her first kiss. her first broken bone. her thinking place when her mother had died.

    by Katie on 03.06.2012
  27. I swang in the praire filled with daisies and wildflowers. I swang over the cotton field, hung under the tall willow tree. The ladybugs filled the air and I could smell the sweet eroma of pie cooking from inside the screen door. Swinging worries away in an oasis of love.

    by mymy on 03.06.2012
  28. Today, I sat on the swing for the first time. The first time since…. since….

    It still hurts to say.

    A freak accident, they called it. A fluke of nature.

    But all I knew, was that my heart had been destroyed in one fell swoop…. almost quite literally.

    How was I to know that he would fall so hard?

    by anon on 03.06.2012
  29. As a child I loved swinging. It gave me a liberating feel in life. I loved being raised from the earth and towards the hot warm sun. Sometimes I wished I could fly and swinging gave me that freedom. But now, when I swing it is due to depression. I swing alone and gaze at the other swing sets that hang empty.

    by Vicky Chaos on 03.06.2012
  30. When you’re a child, a swing is amazing. It’s a symbolismm of how high you can go if you kick your feet all you need is a little push. Kind of reminds you of life…doesn’t it?

    by Jamilla on 03.06.2012
  31. Up, down, up down till I get sick. Always happens. Some like it some don’t. I could never be an astronaut.

    by F. Frost on 03.06.2012
  32. The swinging pendulum in the clock was lulling me to sleep. I straightened my elegant velvet dress and touched my plastered hair, making sure everything was in place. The queen would be here soon. I looked to my assistant, expecting her to be dozing off.

  33. Can it really be called
    Swinging
    If you are only using it
    As a temporary seat?

  34. It was one of those typically windy Sunday afternoons; nothing out of the ordinary and nothing else to do but visit the park we had grown up in.

    A midst the grass stood the best friend of our childhood, still and sturdy, gently singing in the the breeze.

    by Nick Corbett on 03.06.2012
  35. hi i like to swing. swings are fun. trees are fun. trees make me think of pandas. but pandas dont live in trees do they? koalas do. hmm. now im thinking of an umbrella. and raindrops. and koalas again. and now trains. and rainboots. this is so weird. TRAIN BOOTS.i dont want to keep writing. is time up. im thinking of a watch now. and batman. and koalas again. and a clock. and now back to the future.

    by misha on 03.06.2012
  36. just a wooden swing and girl with long hair. just stunning wild flowers and little sandals. just butterflies. just a girl and a boy in the garden. just spring love.

  37. swing. let it be. swing away. jazz swinging. swining another. swing all along. awing on a childhood swing. up high. peter pan. fly away. love it as much as i love you. this is freedom, future, swining dancing life away, wonderfully swinging feeling the feeling of swining by your arms, aisde to side. swing love away.

    by Shannon on 03.06.2012
  38. Sitting on the old wodden swing in front of the abandonded cottage, surrounded by wild flowers, and butterflies. pretty spring in sundresses and sandals and long hair and love. and love. just perfect world.

    by Olivia on 03.06.2012
  39. We move in time to a single beat, the four of us, red-faced, and tipsy. She grabs his shoulder to steady herself. He cups my face and kisses me. And then we change, caught up in the swing.

  40. Swing

    Interesting… The first thing that came to my mind was “swingers.” I recently had a conversation about open marriages – I’m not married. It wasn’t about me! We were actually talking about cheating spouses, and a situation that involved a wife repeatedly sticking by her husband despite his history of cheating on her.

    I’d said that if they’d had an open marriage and were both ok with that, his actions wouldn’t bother me so much (not that it’s any of my business either way.) Then I said, maybe they DO have an open marriage and just never told anyone. Then I realized that, if he keeps cheating, and she keeps sticking by him, that’s exactly what they have. An open marriage they’re both ok with.

    by Noisy Quiet on 03.06.2012