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Dear red boy,
I didn't know what to think of you until I met you,
I thought the rudest of you,
I thought that because you were way older we couldn't fall in love,
I fell in love with you from a distance,
It's funny.
I find myself running,
unable to breathe.
The pain in my feet told me to keep on going,
Even though my turning stomach disagreed.
I felt like I swallowed the whole ocean
Running around in the fields
giggling so hard, this ain't no battlefield
Running to go catch the person ahead
Crossing the finish line, your legs feel dead
Shaking hands and giving hugs
you started running
was it because you were afraid?
or because you were finally free?
your shoes were worn
who knows when you bought them,
as long as they could last the journey
Sometimes we run.
Just run. And run.
Sometimes not fast enough
to escape our problems.
But sometimes we run
so fast
we forget to
slow down
and enjoy our gift.
foaming in the throat
I dragged myself
over sand
dunes knotted
asphalt
pulling
the me that is not mine
I crave a man I’ve never met
with soulful eyes, I may never forget the ache
in my heart’s full of regret that my words come out
unremarkable.
And yet when I think of souls
fit together as one,
The Player
Just yesterday,
I was the player -
The participation award
Which the bench built in
Just yesterday,
Fallouts were commonplace,
And they who fell
I see you running through the rain
I know its a stretch
Even for my fantastical childish dreams
But I still can see it
I'm not a physically fit person
But recently I feel like running
Running from my house,
Running from my job,
Running from my emotions,
Running from who I am,
Running from others,
Dear Running,
Hello again old friend.
I’ve missed our long talks.
You’ve gotten me through so much.
Throughout high school you were there for me.
Providing some post school activity.
Feet hitting light thuds on the ground as you continue on, faster, faster
Your lungs burn forests as you breathe, harder, harder,
What made you go this time?
Was it ambition? Was it fear?
Dear Darian,
I’m stuck in a game of tag
I thought it would be fun
The closer he gets, the faster I run
My body is drained,
but I continue
I can’t be ‘It’
With tears in my eyes
I look into yours
Our eternal lives
Have been suddenly cut short
Though they are closed tight
A new door unlatched.
One step, one breath in. Two step, two breath in. Three step, three breath in. Four step, four breath in. Repeat.
Run
When you crawl,
Remember not to scrape your knees
When you walk,
Remember not to trip
When you run,
Remember not to choke
I’ve trained to continue running when it hurts the most.
Never giving up on my goals.
Showing others that the impossible can be possible.
People inspired and motivated as they watch.
I've run far beyond the physical
gliding across the ground on an old pair
and as I tread through the sprinklers,
Running the day away
Clearing my mind
Nothing but me, nature, and the blue skies
The hills attempt to trouble me
And most times they succeed
A storm is coming
The school is quite
kids slam car doors
and ride off on bikes
with unbuckled helmets
fast
they hurry home
Wheels buzz
like bee's wings
I swear upon my lips
her hips and highs
crazy loud pack lit like your fates demise
third eyes
enlightened straight LS die
I am not feelin’ good.
Instead of staying in my sheets
I will hit the streets
It was a bad day
But this will be a good run.
Run, They Said.
Run, they said. Run they, said.
But please, oh, please, go fast instead.
Of that trudgy trot you always do
Run like you did before you grew.
So, there is Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas...and I want to experience it. Feel death just beneath my grip, as a lazy smile and a witty quip. Unfamiliar like home, somewhere nonexistent, where I don’t belong. Steel buses and late night rushes, clo
Here is the trail; right over the hill
Runs that my soul sang out along;
You can see my secret creek in the ravine still,
with my makeshift bridges choked in winter’s grip.
Oh beautiful, starry night;This is how I want to die.Wrapped up in thoughtUnaware (of what’s coming)
Is this what it means to be a dragon?To hold fire in your lungs?To burn, to wholly consume oneself?To choke on your own ash and smoke?
Through the rain, the wind and the snow; over the hills and fighting fatigue; wanting to quit but never stopping.
All I will ever need to face the adversity life presents to me, is a pair of running shoes.
Running has many nicknames.
Some call it torture;
Others call it peace.
For me, running is refuge.
It’s safety from the storm called life:
She is a girl.Living off the sustenance of guys' attentions.She is hurling aroundat a million miles an hour.Out of control.But she needs it,you see.If she slows or stops,she might remember
The gun fires and
instinct takes over
as I attack out of the blocks,
a mighty grizzly hunting my prey,
powerful arms swinging
I will continue to write Until the day that I fall Fall into the ground Or let my thoughts overrun me. The day will eventually come When I can't get them out quick enough My mind runs out of space
I don't have a number for how many times;But I remember running...I remember harsh lighting in tired eyes,And middle of the night, fight or flight car rides...Phone calls and ringing;Then screaming.
Running,
farther faster harder.
Stretch it, push it.
Break it.
Keep moving never pause for even a
moment, when you’re on the edge
ask any of us and we'll say it's hell
to run and run and run until our feet swell
sweaty tired faces and sore legs too
running 10 miles is a daily thing to do
They say that it’s an addiction,
An impartial accusation,
Blame best left with the man in the moon
But Hell hath no flame
Hotter than lust
Steam rising up
Breath heaving out
A simple escape,
a free therapy session,
a time of reflection,
a release of tension
One foot in front of the other
breathing in and out,
a rhythm in my head
as I run along this route.
Running through life and I feel so free
Running fast to my destiny
As I run through my life I see the years fly by
No time to stop and look when I'm running through life
Breath in.
Breath out.
Go.
My legs move quick in motion.
It feels familiar, like an old friend.
I let go of all emotion.
I move like it is my time to end.
Pounding the pavement-
Just breathe.
Rounding the corner, and drowning in
water-
Just breathe.
Sprinting the last steps while blurring my
I’ve never been accused of being fast,
I’ve always finished almost last.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t like to run
Those days when I get up with the sun.
I may not be getting Olympic gold,
I fall asleep with wandering dreams
The colors are so vivid; I’m bursting at the seams
I’m walking on endless thoughts
I used to think that hiding,
was the only way to survive.
Then I found running,
and my eyes opened wide.
I ran to escape and then I ran to be free,
All I do is run!
But why do I run?
Is it because it is fun
Or because I travel a path traveled by none?
Pondering the questions of my life and wondering why.
Running gives me an escape
cool and crisp golden morning
dew soaking through socks
burning sensations in chest
legs are flying
sweat is dripping
passion is erupting
never stop running
Running is a cruel and grueling sport.
Many look at those who run and think we're crazy
On your mark.
Set.
Go!
Out into the world and claim it as your own
See the passing street lights as you get into your zone
Focus, as you open your stride
We are the really quite plain,
Yet somehow considered insane
And what we hope to gain can only be measured
By the numbers on a clock.
Our furrowed and sweat covered brows
If you look beyond the city
Mother Nature continues after it was
wrongfully stolen from
Over there lie dirt trails that extend for marathons
In the first gleam of dawn, I am already there
I can feel the target on my back
Drawn with sweat and dirt
And can hear the footsteps chasing me
Muffled spikes in dirt
With my success
Comes another’s failure
Pained smiles and caged disappointment
You do not need to be fast.
You do not have to finish the 5k you registered for the morning of,
vulnerable. To be a runner,
just start.
Let the cheetah of your legs move you
Finally the time has come to run
Spring time is always filled with so much fun
Laughs and cheers fill me with bliss
Everyone is over joyed and the snow will not be missed.
Tick tock, tick tock
1, 2, 3, 4
Starts the race.
7 hard steps.
5 fast seconds.
-
Tick tock, tick tock
75, 76, 77, 78
Starts the second lap.
Draft behind first.
Don't drop the pace.
The sun sheds a tear for the moon,
and the moon for the sun.
For only a glimpse of the others is caught
before each must run.
Sweat seems to seep
out
With bitterness and
burning
As it slithers down and
air
So sweet burns just the same as
if
tiny jewles and crystals line my throat
dry
Wet perspiration drowning his face,
Suns giving light to the world around.
Every stride reaching for the ground,
While every drop of determination fuels the pace.
Time abrutly stops to a reverse,
Mother said her friend would be running
She would know one companion and feel one comrade
Agony was a neighbor she would always visit
A home was unspeakable and shelter was futile
So you're thinking about running
And it's less about the outcome,
the hardened muscles and lean body,
And more about the feel of wind
Rushing through your hair
Feeling the elements
As they pass
What's UNDER the ARMOUR?
What's inside the shell?
What stirs up the STORM?
What causes the swell?
When times get tough,
Do I run and then hide?
Or do I stand up and fight,
Run that extra mile,
Pick up those and move them to that pile.
Keep up that pace,
The goal of this is to finish your race!
You look tired, you seem sore
But you have to keep giving it more.
Running through the woods so deep
Hitting the ground with my cold hard feet
Feeling the air rush through my lungs
Slowing only to find the sun
Crunch…Crunch…Crunch…
Man, it’s humid out today… can’t blink or else the sweat will burn my eyes, just what I need…
We’re only at the mile mark?!... This is gonna be a long race...
Running fades the images inside my head.
Running fades the sounds around me.
Running fades heartache.
Running fades my problems.
I run, away from it all.
Running fades the doubts people have on me.
When you run you not only see but feel,
The cold engulfs you with its incredible zeal,
Birds chirp and your stress heals,
Your mind is free and so is your appeals,
Flying in the wind seems so inviting,
Today I can be the same woman as I was yesterday
Or I can be the change I want to see
Today I can let my anxiety take over me
Or I can step out on the track without a care in the world
I used to hate running
all I could hear, were feet pounding
all I could feel, were lungs burning
I saw nothing ahead,
not even my next step.
But now
it's different.
Now,
It's Freedom.
Run to forget all the troubles of the day
The faster your feet move the faster it melts away
Fresh air flowing in restores peace of mind
You find youreself running to something you cant find
Out on the streets, I run by many things
I run by the cars in their rush
By jagged cracks in the concrete
By hills of strength and downhills of bliss
My feet propel me foward
She was running towards the future. She was running and runningTrying to catch her breath even though it was getting kind of hardShe was running towards her future.
Mind racing 100 meters a second
Back to the old days when I set the record
Straight, that is, the path I ran
Though none of it was my own plan
Forced to run, but no where to hide
15 April 2013, 11:43 PM
150 Boylston Street, Boston
Dear America,
A Runner’s Tale
The gun goes off, the world is still, then all things come alive.
The chaos moves to the forest’s calm. This is where I thrive.
I move like wind up to the front, to head the wild stampede.
As I run this cross country race, I try to dream about other things important to me. I sprint past other runners, trying to gain a lead. Other runners are trying to push me out of the way, so I push them right back.
The wind bellows into the stadium,
Leaves sail by in a peaceful manner,
The green turf also flowing with the breeze,
As the up-rights stand still in shining yellow glory.
Running, running, running
As fast as I can go
They're coming closer still
My breath is running low
Her hair swings down her back,
Her Nikes are pounding down the pavement,
Each step leads her to a new world,
Water starts to fall, landing everywhere.
She spins with the beat while the water spins with her.
Running.
running.
Always running.
Never back.
Only forward.
Never down.
Only up.
Running.
Always running.
From the past.
To the future.
From the street.
All my dreams, a thousand miles away
they lie nestled against him as he sleeps
too bitter and faithless to kneel and pray
the life that I wanted, I could not keep
I hunger for his voice, to hold his hand
I am a running man of ginger
And I run faster than them all.
I was rolled and pounded and cut out of dough
Made in an oven as hot as the steam of dragons.
This is my Race
From the starting line to the finish line
I do not run for anyone but me
Runnning is my life
My stress revealer
When I hear that gun shot
My heart pounds non-stop
i am not perfect
perfect is far from my reach
i have not always lived
to the expectations you had for me
but
i am something.
i have something to show for all of this.
Give me Spring in her finest
Dressed in dandelions galore
Today’s hazy sunset wearing
Winter’s breeze
Take it all away
Save the sun on my shoulders
As I run through the hills
Miles after miles, three point one.
Sweat drenched clothes; running until you puke.
This is cross country.
Bags under her eyes, but ever alert
Sleep was a luxury she can't afford.
Always moving and never staying long
Trying to look to the future,
but the darkness of the past blocks her way.
My life: it’s like one of those practices where you keep running suicides
The whistle blows, you start running
You don’t know when it’s going to stop; but what you do know is you have no other option but to give it your all
I am running the most arduous part of the race-the last half-mile.
It is now when I’m counting my breaths, struggling to find air inside my lungs.
It’s now when I ache for the finish line to be beneath my pounding feet.
Everyday I want to quit
just run
My legs hurt, my lungs hurt, I quit
just run
Dizziness crashes over me
just run
In practice, in races, in life
just run
Running is my second religion,<br> Kick boxing is my third.<br> My happiness is opposite of a smidgen,<br> these things my age is often unheard!<br> I'm healthy and smart,<br> and no matter what people say,<br>
Rain forms on her skin and falls upon the ground
Each step, each breath, a labor—they see her, try.
Panting, struggling, doing her best not to be “this”
They see her now, she cries inside—embarrassed.
Footprints in the sand vanish from under the howling winds of the great mosaic.
The Mojave lends all but safe passage. mountains rise and fall as the footprints ascend and descend their creviced skin of rock and stone.
She shivered with anticipation
As she impatiently stood alert
Expecting the piercing sound of the gun.
But, no matter how soon she thought it was going to go off,
She was always surprised
Scuffed shoes, light as smoke on life-bruised feet.
Alone with my reflections
And the moon
And the thump, thwap, scrape
Of soles on ground up asphalt.
When I run, I am free, my chains are broken.
My shoes are like the13th Amendment; I am no longer a slave to society.
When I run, no one can own me, the road becomes my empowerment.
Strength, Struggle, Satisfaction.
Exercise is good for you,
Blood, sweat, and tears,
will get you through the deepest blue
and fit throughout the years,
you may not like it at the start
but then you get addicted,
I watched you go running today
I watched as you looked and looked
Throwing things here and there
Searching for a companion
You threw me a glance and sighed
I hoped
I run through the streets, pitter-patter
Darkness on my heels
I keep moving, leaping, flying-fast
The world running past
Darkness ahead draws nigh and the street-lights
Stand against the stars
Child, he was just a child
He was shot in cold blood
With no reason, but he was the victim
Children, children, children
These children were young
They probably thought they did something wrong
Weakened by the turmoils of the world
I am contained
By the television screens that speak of the cruelties
And hinders my heart day after day
Apples, chicken, peanut butter too,
all these foods are good for you
turkey, water, anything green,
nourish your body, its a mean machine
running, walking, lifting weights, ooo
Awake, alive, running to have a chase;
Dim forest peels back branches binding light
Allowing shadows lurch across my face
As the feet reach to more ground for my flight
Running from fear,
Running from the past.
One moment, a lifetime, is spent here;
The next, he is gone at last.
Running from life.
Running from pain.
Running from strife.
