i fled because you told me i wouldn’t. you look like a flee. i flee because i miss the people from my past and the place i belong. i flee, but not for long. i flee to louisville and some people i once knew. it’s not fleeing at all though – it’s going home. you are the one who flees. you fled. you left me. you are the person who needs to find a home.
Uselessness… I don’t like it. It’s agonizing. Being a waste of practically everything you could possibly be a waste of… makes you just want to flee from existence and not come back, doesn’t it?
I fled the city, running away from the one house I couldn’t stand. Parents yelling, sisters crying, I couldn’t take anything anymore. My mind was a bird, flitting from place to place in search of a shelter. They buried me in words, sounds, hate. I had to flee.
That’s all I could think about. Flee. I didn’t know what it was or where it was coming from but I knew if I didn’t run at that very moment, I would die right there. I looked for the nearest door and immediately fled out of it into the brightly lit hallway. The walls crashed in behind me and I took a fleeting glance to see medical eqiupment flying towards me. I ran down that hallway, hearing tables smash against the walls.
When I think of fleeing I automatically think of a nightmare. I’m running from someone – or something. Dark shadows are cascading towards me and I have nowhere to go. I feel lost, hopeless, and ashamed. I oftentimes think that we spend the majority of pour lives fleeing from something.
ok i’m not sura what that could mN
BUT IT REMAINS ME OF ONE FLOW OVER A COCOO’S NEST BY CAN KESSEY SO THATS WHAT i’M GONNA WRITE OVER HERE. IT’S KIND A WEIRD CHALLENGE BUT
WELL SEE WHAT FUTURE HOLDS ISN’T A MINUTE JUST RUN DOWN ALREADY? oK i’LL ACCWPT THET FOR NO AND BELIEVING THAT PROGRAM WILL STOP ME WHEN THE TIME COMES
It’s difficult to flee, screaming, from life. The life that pelts you with demands, office politics, drippy babies and dinners that need to be cooked. every. day.
i was never one to stay in times of crisis
i ran at the slightest notion of upheaval
and you would certainly prove challenging
to flee from you would seem foolish
for i have already fallen
head over heels
Run, run like the wind bullseye! Ruuuuuuun! Doctor who. Really Really good hair. RosetylerMarthaJonesDonnaoble Tardis. I don’t want to go. Midnight. You don’t have to steal my voice. Bham. pie is 3.14159
Never. I refuse. Shan’t.
This is my home, it is the only place I will ever call that and if I left I would never be going to, I would always be fleeing from.
“Flee” he said.
But what if I didn’t want to? Did he ever think of that? I didn’t, I just ran. I never could refuse him. For years I had let him think for me, and only when he had left my life, or rather I had fled into a different life, did I ever feel for myself.
Flee. Again. How could so many students spell “flea” wrong? Were they doing it on purpose? Teaching second grade does have moments that make me want to flee.
“Get out!” he yelled furiously. I lingered, stopping briefly to look at the ground. I then looked up and was shoved aside by another crowd of people. I could barely see the outline of his face through the mass of rushed people. If only they knew.
Flee. A reflex of animals. Often surpressed by humans. By me. Especially by me. When i want to flee, i sit up instead. I straighten my shoulders and let out a deep breath. And i imagine. Imagine being somewhere else. Imagine it doesn’t bother me. Imagine i am home.
I think of birds flying and I wish that I could do. just go and don’t worry about anything; have no worries about money or the logistics of going, just fucking go. And how great would that be. But I would miss home, yes? I would begin to yearn for the simple life, more stable and more stationary and that’s what life sometimes is – the struggle between living an adventure or just staying.
I have to run. I need to run really quickly. Actually, no. I have done running before. Now, I have to flee.
I need to flee, from the things that persue me. Not the ones in the dark, but thoes in the Light.
The escape was frantic – as she ran, her pursuer closed the gap with alarming speed and the sound of footsteps clattered behind her. Would she make it? A light at the end of the corridor gave her hope.
I ran down the stairs, without thinking of where I was going, I just knew I had to get out. There was a fire in the kitchen, on the top floor, and this apartment building is old. It was too late to try to put it out.
fleeing from what?
where are we going?
oh, i see,
you’re going off on your own.
fleeing everything we were,
running,
racing,
as fast as possible.
i’ll be gone when you return,
if ever.
so that was it, i ran. i just fucking ran and my lungs were burning and my eyes stung but i had to go. i had to flee. flee from myself and what i had been all these years. flee from my mirror and the hours spent stretching the skin this way and that. flee from what i had become in order to please those i did not know or want to know.
I run away from everything. That’s why I sleep and drink and read so damn much. I’m constantly running. I run from myself and my parents and their sadistic expectations. I run from the world and all the horrors of it. More than anything though, I run from myself. And I can’t escape.
I run away from everything. That’s why I sleep and drink and read so damn much. I’m constantly running. I run from myself and my parents and their expectations. I run from the world and all the horrors of it. More than anything though, I run from myself. And I can’t escape.
I fled the sound of the falls. THe driving sound of the water terrifying me and filling my bones with deep vibrations. they are coming. they are here. No more time to run.
I couldn’t run. I couldn’t move. I could only stare deeply into this creatures eyes. Thought maybe if we found a transcendent connection he would refrain from devouring me with those majestic limbs. I bowed. It growled. He let me live. We walked together.
“I will not flee; I will not yield.” I said, slamming my closed fist onto the table.
“Then you will die.” she was trying to be matter-of-fact but she fell so desperately short, her breath hitching dangerously in her throat.
“That’s MY choice.”
She shrugged, crossing her arms tight across her chest. “Then what about me? What’ll I do?”
I rolled my eyes. “You’ll be fine.”
i ran alway as fast as my legs could carry my chest just heaving each desperate breath bringing me closer to the edge. the cliff. my escape. suddenly my legs were in the air still pushing to run as i broke out into the open leaving the dark ominous forest behind me, and i fell. i fell like a bird that had been shot, stolen from its beloved sky straight into the watery grave below me.
ich rannte vor deinen träumen und deinen hoffnungen fort, deinen wünschen und sehnsüchten versuchte ich zu entkommen, denn nichts machte mich banger als der gedanke ewiglich gefangen zu sein in diesem käfig aus alu folie glänzendem alltag den du da für mich basteln wolltest, zusammen mit einem kindergarten und einer katze und einem hund
you can flee a building when there is a fire. you can flee a bus when it tips over. a different kind of flee is spelled flea and can be found on animals.
Was it an itch that came out of no where? He took one look at his dog and figured it could be something else. But how does one find out if one has flees? Aren’t they too small to see?
He figured he’d be able to find out by trying to kill it with terpentine…
Fight or flee! I will run every time. I am too small, to weak, to easy to manipulate. I will be caught and I will fall, and I will get back up and keep on running from that voice I heard so many years ago and those hands that never listened when I said “no.”
i fled because you told me i wouldn’t. you look like a flee. i flee because i miss the people from my past and the place i belong. i flee, but not for long. i flee to louisville and some people i once knew. it’s not fleeing at all though – it’s going home. you are the one who flees. you fled. you left me. you are the person who needs to find a home.
Uselessness… I don’t like it. It’s agonizing. Being a waste of practically everything you could possibly be a waste of… makes you just want to flee from existence and not come back, doesn’t it?
I fled the city, running away from the one house I couldn’t stand. Parents yelling, sisters crying, I couldn’t take anything anymore. My mind was a bird, flitting from place to place in search of a shelter. They buried me in words, sounds, hate. I had to flee.
That’s all I could think about. Flee. I didn’t know what it was or where it was coming from but I knew if I didn’t run at that very moment, I would die right there. I looked for the nearest door and immediately fled out of it into the brightly lit hallway. The walls crashed in behind me and I took a fleeting glance to see medical eqiupment flying towards me. I ran down that hallway, hearing tables smash against the walls.
When I think of fleeing I automatically think of a nightmare. I’m running from someone – or something. Dark shadows are cascading towards me and I have nowhere to go. I feel lost, hopeless, and ashamed. I oftentimes think that we spend the majority of pour lives fleeing from something.
ok i’m not sura what that could mN
BUT IT REMAINS ME OF ONE FLOW OVER A COCOO’S NEST BY CAN KESSEY SO THATS WHAT i’M GONNA WRITE OVER HERE. IT’S KIND A WEIRD CHALLENGE BUT
WELL SEE WHAT FUTURE HOLDS ISN’T A MINUTE JUST RUN DOWN ALREADY? oK i’LL ACCWPT THET FOR NO AND BELIEVING THAT PROGRAM WILL STOP ME WHEN THE TIME COMES
It’s difficult to flee, screaming, from life. The life that pelts you with demands, office politics, drippy babies and dinners that need to be cooked. every. day.
i was never one to stay in times of crisis
i ran at the slightest notion of upheaval
and you would certainly prove challenging
to flee from you would seem foolish
for i have already fallen
head over heels
Run, run like the wind bullseye! Ruuuuuuun! Doctor who. Really Really good hair. RosetylerMarthaJonesDonnaoble Tardis. I don’t want to go. Midnight. You don’t have to steal my voice. Bham. pie is 3.14159
Never. I refuse. Shan’t.
This is my home, it is the only place I will ever call that and if I left I would never be going to, I would always be fleeing from.
I will flee. Flee this life of comfortable mediocrity, mediocre convenience and convenient lies.
“Flee” he said.
But what if I didn’t want to? Did he ever think of that? I didn’t, I just ran. I never could refuse him. For years I had let him think for me, and only when he had left my life, or rather I had fled into a different life, did I ever feel for myself.
“Flee” he said.
But what if I didn’t want to? Did he ever think of that? I didn’t, I just ran. I never could refuse him.
Flee. Again. How could so many students spell “flea” wrong? Were they doing it on purpose? Teaching second grade does have moments that make me want to flee.
“Get out!” he yelled furiously. I lingered, stopping briefly to look at the ground. I then looked up and was shoved aside by another crowd of people. I could barely see the outline of his face through the mass of rushed people. If only they knew.
Flee. A reflex of animals. Often surpressed by humans. By me. Especially by me. When i want to flee, i sit up instead. I straighten my shoulders and let out a deep breath. And i imagine. Imagine being somewhere else. Imagine it doesn’t bother me. Imagine i am home.
I think of birds flying and I wish that I could do. just go and don’t worry about anything; have no worries about money or the logistics of going, just fucking go. And how great would that be. But I would miss home, yes? I would begin to yearn for the simple life, more stable and more stationary and that’s what life sometimes is – the struggle between living an adventure or just staying.
I have to run. I need to run really quickly. Actually, no. I have done running before. Now, I have to flee.
I need to flee, from the things that persue me. Not the ones in the dark, but thoes in the Light.
flee looks not cool because if you hear it you think about tiny bugs that you have suffered from. actually I don’t like them either…. btw
The escape was frantic – as she ran, her pursuer closed the gap with alarming speed and the sound of footsteps clattered behind her. Would she make it? A light at the end of the corridor gave her hope.
I ran down the stairs, without thinking of where I was going, I just knew I had to get out. There was a fire in the kitchen, on the top floor, and this apartment building is old. It was too late to try to put it out.
fleeing from what?
where are we going?
oh, i see,
you’re going off on your own.
fleeing everything we were,
running,
racing,
as fast as possible.
i’ll be gone when you return,
if ever.
so that was it, i ran. i just fucking ran and my lungs were burning and my eyes stung but i had to go. i had to flee. flee from myself and what i had been all these years. flee from my mirror and the hours spent stretching the skin this way and that. flee from what i had become in order to please those i did not know or want to know.
I run away from everything. That’s why I sleep and drink and read so damn much. I’m constantly running. I run from myself and my parents and their sadistic expectations. I run from the world and all the horrors of it. More than anything though, I run from myself. And I can’t escape.
She fleed the bar as quickly as she could; she had been spotted, her cover had been blown. He knew she was there, and now she had to escape.
I run away from everything. That’s why I sleep and drink and read so damn much. I’m constantly running. I run from myself and my parents and their expectations. I run from the world and all the horrors of it. More than anything though, I run from myself. And I can’t escape.
I fled the sound of the falls. THe driving sound of the water terrifying me and filling my bones with deep vibrations. they are coming. they are here. No more time to run.
Would you flee with me?
Maybe leaving her home would leave a scar, but a scar would be better than the bruises.
I couldn’t run. I couldn’t move. I could only stare deeply into this creatures eyes. Thought maybe if we found a transcendent connection he would refrain from devouring me with those majestic limbs. I bowed. It growled. He let me live. We walked together.
run away! run away! there’s a dog chasing you! it’s got flees! flees are baaaddd.. flees cause diseases, don’t they? DONt they???
aaaaahhhh!!1
Thoughts flee my mind the way water slips through my fingers. I can’t grasp anything.
“I will not flee; I will not yield.” I said, slamming my closed fist onto the table.
“Then you will die.” she was trying to be matter-of-fact but she fell so desperately short, her breath hitching dangerously in her throat.
“That’s MY choice.”
She shrugged, crossing her arms tight across her chest. “Then what about me? What’ll I do?”
I rolled my eyes. “You’ll be fine.”
i ran alway as fast as my legs could carry my chest just heaving each desperate breath bringing me closer to the edge. the cliff. my escape. suddenly my legs were in the air still pushing to run as i broke out into the open leaving the dark ominous forest behind me, and i fell. i fell like a bird that had been shot, stolen from its beloved sky straight into the watery grave below me.
ich rannte vor deinen träumen und deinen hoffnungen fort, deinen wünschen und sehnsüchten versuchte ich zu entkommen, denn nichts machte mich banger als der gedanke ewiglich gefangen zu sein in diesem käfig aus alu folie glänzendem alltag den du da für mich basteln wolltest, zusammen mit einem kindergarten und einer katze und einem hund
you can flee a building when there is a fire. you can flee a bus when it tips over. a different kind of flee is spelled flea and can be found on animals.
Rylee
ryryrox14@gmail.com
flee, the past flight i took to see you,
i flee to you.
Was it an itch that came out of no where? He took one look at his dog and figured it could be something else. But how does one find out if one has flees? Aren’t they too small to see?
He figured he’d be able to find out by trying to kill it with terpentine…
I tend to flee the state
I tend to flee the country
I don’t really know what I’m talking about,
This is really silly.
I now say good bye to you!
Fight or flee! I will run every time. I am too small, to weak, to easy to manipulate. I will be caught and I will fall, and I will get back up and keep on running from that voice I heard so many years ago and those hands that never listened when I said “no.”