I need to drive my brain in full swing, get the coordination idea-finger-keyboard properly aligned. It ‘s just a race; go, go go! A desperate thing to wake up my neurones.
Nathalie (@spacedlaw)
whats that?? i wanna an ice cream, the life goes on!! and what about it??
ddd
Changes. Swings typically just move from point A to point B. However, swings mean something different to me. Swings could be a change in mood, insight, feelings, anything at all.
Logan
Swinging between the utter heights of euphoria;the feelings of conquering the world and standing atop a mountain in sheer ecstasy, and the feeling of being completely lost in a maze of confusion, sadness, and melancholy. There’s no proper way to feel. No mirth. No levity. No amazing grace. And I guess that’s fine.
What is a swing? Is it a simple object? Or is it the force behind a baseball bat? Or even the force behind a child flying through the air. Of what can we call swing, what can we make of it?
Dave
I used to love it when my dad would push me on the tire swing. All around the park, and it was MY dad who was there, pushing the fastest and making me fly.
When I was younger my favorite part of going to recess was swinging on the swingset. I would always push myself higher and higher… until I felt like I could touch the sky. I miss those days where I would smile for no reason as the wind rushed through my hair. I wish I was still that little girl on that swing….
In fifth grade I was part of this group which used to do “swing tricks.” We used to jump and flip off the swings in the most extravagant ways we could. We were the coolest kids in the world. That kept up for a while until the teachers got upset that we may hurt ourselves and they banned swing tricks.
i used to love to swing. I still do, i just don’t often. I’m older now, I don’t find the time to do things I enjoy so much. I’ve fallen off swings a lot. I swing when I’m with my cousin and we listen to a good song on repeat and don’t talk. Just swing. We bond that way. We both feel the music. It’s usually midnight.
Alyssa Parker
Swing low, sweet chariot. And high. Above the bow of the set and into the sky. Ping pong between the shadows and the sunlight. Fall in love with the fall, soar with the rise. Pump yourself beyond your limits.
sing, sing, sing
with a swing.
big band benny goodman.
that’s my guy.
sekmiec
as she swung from her swing in the moonlight she thought.
she thought about her would be self. of the word that once was.
the world that she wanted.
Kyoko1727
I love to go on the swings. It gives me such freedom, and takes me back to a place of comfort, a place of ease. Ever since I was a young child, I would love going to the park or to the playground, solely to swing on that swingset. To feel the butterflies rush in my stomach and to pump my legs evokes ultimate satisfaction and happiness.
Micah Csider
something that moves in one direction to another, something you sit on and laugh as a child or push your child on. lives over a sand box. fun, windy, playful. matter bars, rubber seat. bliss as a child. The only thing you say while swinging is HIGHER!!
Sam
playground
sara
swinging in the backyard playing pool and wild darts video games. lana del rey. saturday night live. i live in a van down by the river. river. lykke li. ofwgkta might make new beats based on hers. swinging in the backyard. swing. swing set. swing swing swing from the tangles of my heart. is crushed by a former love.
mackenzie
So i’m swinging on my swingset as a kid, and all I can think about is flying. How can I swing until i can fly? But I never think about what happens when I can fly.
Skye
Swing. Mood swings. Swinging from one place to another. Sometimes you’re in a good place, sometimes you’re not. This is not coming out at all like I wanted. Oh well.
kylie
Here it comes, Whoa! Strike one. Ok… concentrate and swing!
“Crack!”
Oh yeah!
Corey
The children were sitting in the swing, still as the air around them. They were speaking in hushed tones and looking around furtively. It was a cold winter day in the suburban wasteland that they called home.
Shiidon Hawley
from the limb of a huge oak tree in the back yard on a summer day with bare feet skimming the green blades of cool grass.
Susan Scarlett
Swinging high into the air, young children feel so free. I remember when I was a child and I used to pretend that I could fly up high in the sky and no one would be able to reach me. Gone are those days now, but m
Laura
She took a deep breath and kicked off from the dirt hole. The swing shot her straight through the air and for a moment, it was as if she could inhale and snatch the sky from where it hung.
A faint smile touched her lips as she leaned back, pulling on the thick, gnarled ropes and pumped her feet to keep the swing moving. She sucked in one fresh, life-giving, toe-curling breath as fast as she dared without stopping.
Breathing the air like this, in the dead of the night, with only the stars to see her happiness, this kind of air felt like life was supposed to be. This kind of air felt like living. This kind of living, had to be worth it.
in the swing of it
a set of things
have gone awry;
“full swing”
if you will
a tip of the hat signaled
a tip of the tounge
only to prick
the tip of an iceburg
of chilled ills
and deft lungs
Phil
The playground’s filled with barefooted children dancing through the sand and bark chips. The huge smilles on their faces radiate joy and light; their eyes like miniture suns sparkle in the dapled light of the trees. One child, however, sits solemly on the swing as it gently rocks away his sorrows. No one to play with. No one to care for him. No one at all. He is an outsider. One who comes watches the joyous children play and wishes, dearly wishes he was one of them.
HMM
Swing swing swing from the tangles of my heart is crushed by a former love. Seeing this word just makes me imagine the album artwork to this song in my head. Picturing the name “Swing Swing”. Always has reminded me of summer. Missin summer right now. So much.
don’t think. just swing. swing until you wrap around the pole, swing until you fly out of your seat. round and round and round, in circles. don’t think at all.
sophia
Swing swing from the tables of my heart is crushed by a former love. Seeing this word makes me picture the album artwork for this song on my iPod. Reminds me of summer, the thing that i really miss right now.
swing,
grandmothers porch,
quite nights away from history’s smog
swing,
nannys yard,
cool nights warmed by recycled fire
swing
playground park
a child’s trip to space
Jackson Taymans
The swing moves gently back and forth, my hand moving up and down the bumpy chain. I have never felt so free before. The swing takes me higher and closer to my dreams.
Emma
children summer breeze fun skirts flying up sky all i see is sky i’m going to jump so much screaming playground push me swing swing swing on a hot summer day clap clap sandals stay here forever grass so tall I’ll jump and part it look across at my friends smiles all smiles fall sometimes skint knee it’s okay band aid purple pink and princess spiderman too better than lollies at the doctors office run back out start again hair secrets bracelets clap hand game clap missing teeth tree roots surprise nothing nothing nothing but sky I dream of leaping up into it when I let go the chains i’ll burst through clouds so I can be in the blue I love blue so much blue back and forth and push and pull life on the ebb and flow wind blow past like whoosh whoosh whoosh I love it cause it tickles my ears
Erinae9
The playground at night
We really shouldn’t be here
It’s too late
But it’s so fun and freeing to just swing
Too old to enjoy this so much
Giggling like we are little kids again
My hair flying in the wind as we swing
At the school playground After midnight
Beth
The fall air was foggy and cool; Jade sat on the swing humming under the big maple tree, swinging higher and higher with every wonderful pump of her legs, looking down at the grass scattered with skittering sad leaves, soaring to the pale stormy sky, sailing above the lands of worry and insecurity, into the bliss realms of happiness.
it don’t mean a thing. a dance that I never really learned but always wanted to. good times when i was younger and playing and better times later on when my boyfriend would kiss me on the swings. but still that movie that makes me laugh, dance and cry.
erika
I’d rather he had wound his fist back and took a swing at my face than speak to me, eye contact unwavering with disappointment and voice lowered to such a desolate tone. Shouting and throwing things and turning red in the face is better than this. Anything is better than this.
Swinging is something I did a lot more when I was younger. I don’t really have much to say about it because it doesn’t really pertain to the quite specific thing that has been drilling itself into my mind as of the last …oh, three years or so. But I can tell you I used to do it a lot more when I was much younger. That’s about it.
Cheers.
–
redfinton
she sat alone on the swing under the big maple tree. She sat there every time things went wrong. she sat on the swing with the sun coming down on her and told her stuffed bear all the bad things she could find in the world. she did this quite a lot because in southern Utah a lot of things go wrong and she noticed a few of them.
Jak
You said it wouldn’t hurt. You were wrong. The swing felt like the cold steel of your apology and I cannot bear to hear it anymore. I loved you once and I will love you again,
Dakota Evans
I love to swing. Swinging is great. I love to swing with Brian on the swings at our old elementary school. We’re twenty two years old and we still love to swing. We’re like children almost in a lot a ways. We keep each other young. Swinging is the closest thing we have to flying. That’s all we have without wings is swinging.
I need to drive my brain in full swing, get the coordination idea-finger-keyboard properly aligned. It ‘s just a race; go, go go! A desperate thing to wake up my neurones.
whats that?? i wanna an ice cream, the life goes on!! and what about it??
Changes. Swings typically just move from point A to point B. However, swings mean something different to me. Swings could be a change in mood, insight, feelings, anything at all.
Swinging between the utter heights of euphoria;the feelings of conquering the world and standing atop a mountain in sheer ecstasy, and the feeling of being completely lost in a maze of confusion, sadness, and melancholy. There’s no proper way to feel. No mirth. No levity. No amazing grace. And I guess that’s fine.
What is a swing? Is it a simple object? Or is it the force behind a baseball bat? Or even the force behind a child flying through the air. Of what can we call swing, what can we make of it?
I used to love it when my dad would push me on the tire swing. All around the park, and it was MY dad who was there, pushing the fastest and making me fly.
When I was younger my favorite part of going to recess was swinging on the swingset. I would always push myself higher and higher… until I felt like I could touch the sky. I miss those days where I would smile for no reason as the wind rushed through my hair. I wish I was still that little girl on that swing….
In fifth grade I was part of this group which used to do “swing tricks.” We used to jump and flip off the swings in the most extravagant ways we could. We were the coolest kids in the world. That kept up for a while until the teachers got upset that we may hurt ourselves and they banned swing tricks.
i used to love to swing. I still do, i just don’t often. I’m older now, I don’t find the time to do things I enjoy so much. I’ve fallen off swings a lot. I swing when I’m with my cousin and we listen to a good song on repeat and don’t talk. Just swing. We bond that way. We both feel the music. It’s usually midnight.
Swing low, sweet chariot. And high. Above the bow of the set and into the sky. Ping pong between the shadows and the sunlight. Fall in love with the fall, soar with the rise. Pump yourself beyond your limits.
sing, sing, sing
with a swing.
big band benny goodman.
that’s my guy.
as she swung from her swing in the moonlight she thought.
she thought about her would be self. of the word that once was.
the world that she wanted.
I love to go on the swings. It gives me such freedom, and takes me back to a place of comfort, a place of ease. Ever since I was a young child, I would love going to the park or to the playground, solely to swing on that swingset. To feel the butterflies rush in my stomach and to pump my legs evokes ultimate satisfaction and happiness.
something that moves in one direction to another, something you sit on and laugh as a child or push your child on. lives over a sand box. fun, windy, playful. matter bars, rubber seat. bliss as a child. The only thing you say while swinging is HIGHER!!
playground
swinging in the backyard playing pool and wild darts video games. lana del rey. saturday night live. i live in a van down by the river. river. lykke li. ofwgkta might make new beats based on hers. swinging in the backyard. swing. swing set. swing swing swing from the tangles of my heart. is crushed by a former love.
So i’m swinging on my swingset as a kid, and all I can think about is flying. How can I swing until i can fly? But I never think about what happens when I can fly.
Swing. Mood swings. Swinging from one place to another. Sometimes you’re in a good place, sometimes you’re not. This is not coming out at all like I wanted. Oh well.
Here it comes, Whoa! Strike one. Ok… concentrate and swing!
“Crack!”
Oh yeah!
The children were sitting in the swing, still as the air around them. They were speaking in hushed tones and looking around furtively. It was a cold winter day in the suburban wasteland that they called home.
from the limb of a huge oak tree in the back yard on a summer day with bare feet skimming the green blades of cool grass.
Swinging high into the air, young children feel so free. I remember when I was a child and I used to pretend that I could fly up high in the sky and no one would be able to reach me. Gone are those days now, but m
She took a deep breath and kicked off from the dirt hole. The swing shot her straight through the air and for a moment, it was as if she could inhale and snatch the sky from where it hung.
A faint smile touched her lips as she leaned back, pulling on the thick, gnarled ropes and pumped her feet to keep the swing moving. She sucked in one fresh, life-giving, toe-curling breath as fast as she dared without stopping.
Breathing the air like this, in the dead of the night, with only the stars to see her happiness, this kind of air felt like life was supposed to be. This kind of air felt like living. This kind of living, had to be worth it.
in the swing of it
a set of things
have gone awry;
“full swing”
if you will
a tip of the hat signaled
a tip of the tounge
only to prick
the tip of an iceburg
of chilled ills
and deft lungs
The playground’s filled with barefooted children dancing through the sand and bark chips. The huge smilles on their faces radiate joy and light; their eyes like miniture suns sparkle in the dapled light of the trees. One child, however, sits solemly on the swing as it gently rocks away his sorrows. No one to play with. No one to care for him. No one at all. He is an outsider. One who comes watches the joyous children play and wishes, dearly wishes he was one of them.
Swing swing swing from the tangles of my heart is crushed by a former love. Seeing this word just makes me imagine the album artwork to this song in my head. Picturing the name “Swing Swing”. Always has reminded me of summer. Missin summer right now. So much.
don’t think. just swing. swing until you wrap around the pole, swing until you fly out of your seat. round and round and round, in circles. don’t think at all.
Swing swing from the tables of my heart is crushed by a former love. Seeing this word makes me picture the album artwork for this song on my iPod. Reminds me of summer, the thing that i really miss right now.
swing,
grandmothers porch,
quite nights away from history’s smog
swing,
nannys yard,
cool nights warmed by recycled fire
swing
playground park
a child’s trip to space
The swing moves gently back and forth, my hand moving up and down the bumpy chain. I have never felt so free before. The swing takes me higher and closer to my dreams.
children summer breeze fun skirts flying up sky all i see is sky i’m going to jump so much screaming playground push me swing swing swing on a hot summer day clap clap sandals stay here forever grass so tall I’ll jump and part it look across at my friends smiles all smiles fall sometimes skint knee it’s okay band aid purple pink and princess spiderman too better than lollies at the doctors office run back out start again hair secrets bracelets clap hand game clap missing teeth tree roots surprise nothing nothing nothing but sky I dream of leaping up into it when I let go the chains i’ll burst through clouds so I can be in the blue I love blue so much blue back and forth and push and pull life on the ebb and flow wind blow past like whoosh whoosh whoosh I love it cause it tickles my ears
The playground at night
We really shouldn’t be here
It’s too late
But it’s so fun and freeing to just swing
Too old to enjoy this so much
Giggling like we are little kids again
My hair flying in the wind as we swing
At the school playground After midnight
The fall air was foggy and cool; Jade sat on the swing humming under the big maple tree, swinging higher and higher with every wonderful pump of her legs, looking down at the grass scattered with skittering sad leaves, soaring to the pale stormy sky, sailing above the lands of worry and insecurity, into the bliss realms of happiness.
It’s late and there’s nothing to do in this town. Let’s go to the park. The slides are empty and i’ll push you on the swing.
it don’t mean a thing. a dance that I never really learned but always wanted to. good times when i was younger and playing and better times later on when my boyfriend would kiss me on the swings. but still that movie that makes me laugh, dance and cry.
I’d rather he had wound his fist back and took a swing at my face than speak to me, eye contact unwavering with disappointment and voice lowered to such a desolate tone. Shouting and throwing things and turning red in the face is better than this. Anything is better than this.
Swinging is something I did a lot more when I was younger. I don’t really have much to say about it because it doesn’t really pertain to the quite specific thing that has been drilling itself into my mind as of the last …oh, three years or so. But I can tell you I used to do it a lot more when I was much younger. That’s about it.
Cheers.
–
she sat alone on the swing under the big maple tree. She sat there every time things went wrong. she sat on the swing with the sun coming down on her and told her stuffed bear all the bad things she could find in the world. she did this quite a lot because in southern Utah a lot of things go wrong and she noticed a few of them.
You said it wouldn’t hurt. You were wrong. The swing felt like the cold steel of your apology and I cannot bear to hear it anymore. I loved you once and I will love you again,
I love to swing. Swinging is great. I love to swing with Brian on the swings at our old elementary school. We’re twenty two years old and we still love to swing. We’re like children almost in a lot a ways. We keep each other young. Swinging is the closest thing we have to flying. That’s all we have without wings is swinging.