is what ive been doing to you. i dont know why it seems like its all i know. not really sure what the underlying cause of it is, but i realize thats whats happening. i will chase you forever i feel like, maybe the fact that i cannot have you has something to do with it. but who knows. i love you.
jason
this is the name of a guy i knew from elementary school. i like to chase people. guys used to chase the girls in kindergarten. chase is a bank and i dont go to it, but trhats okay. i think my friend jenna goes to chase bank. chasing is something usually percieved as scary and horrible and it usually haunts people in their dream.
bethany
chase me dwn the street wearing nothing but your underwear. Chase is the character from house ho is somethign like australian. chase is what makes life fun, althoug it needs to conclude somewhere, if it doesnt then its not worth anything
ss
rabbit
bela
i chased the cat everywhere.
kat
I chase dreams. Dreams chase me. Nothing changes but the dream itself. I need to find that one dream worth catching and chase it til the end.
Danny, dannyreeves1@gmail.com
Phillip, Phillip Chase. Why is it that I can only think of him? I could be thinking of the lovely blond boy with his hair to the side…Running away as he struggles to pull his pants back up after quickly shagging the flight attendant. Then thinking of him makes me think of the other guy. The man who had the same hair cut, the same blond hair. Only this guy had a slightly more muscular body while the other remained pale skin and bones…But they both have such lovely faces. What does Phillip Chase look like? Don’t know, never imagined him. Blond, I suppose.
Loser
Running fastly through the night most people would have stopped and tripped, but not this girl, she was a pro. One of the best runners to have ever lived however she was not, at all confident in her talents and because of that she stumbled during the chase, falling and closing the chase. – jB
Chase
hi
njk
n
Anonymous
The chase is on. I don’t know what to expect. Do I turn around? I’m running in heels. Sweat breaks down my forehead. My heel gets stuck in a crack. Oh shit, what do I do? I must keep going. They’ll catch me if I don’t. Who knows why? It’s a mad dash at Victoria’s Secret semi-annual sale. If I don’t reach the awesome padded bras first, they’ll get the boobs first!
E
I chased the bird down the aisle, but it was way too fast. The dog is too fast for me to chase, too. Chasing cars is not very fun unless you are a dog. Chasing cats is no good, but chasing birds might be fun. Chase is a pretty cool name, dawg.
Anonymous
I knew it was futile…that I would chase her, but never get her. But something inside me told me I needed to try. Sure she was out of my league…much smarter, better looking, funnier, kinder. Sometimes miracles happen. Maybe it would happen for me.
cray
trees, bushes, skies and leaves,
falling on his face,
screaming for him,
so he would come back
but he wouldn’t
he had to run
or else
he would be dead.
A chase.
jennysweetie
Chase! Stop the car!
Run baby run..faster, faster, faster!!
Almost there…aaarrrggghhh!
Nooo!
Look out!
He’s got a gun!!
Duck!
Nownownow!!!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Sowmiya
What the hell is a chase? My school-english is not so good, that I can translate it. So I have really no chance. What a pity *g*
Anonymous
fwohaofishdfoiawfoahwofasdfhoiwhsoaidhfwahfoiashfowehoipfashofihwoifo you stole our idea you fuckers fhwoeruawosdoifoiwheafew
Anonymous
I didn’t want to follow him but I reckon what I wanted wasn’t a priority. That much was clear. So I chased him out the door when he turned on me, and I followed him into the garden and I wanted to tackle him down, but instead I grabbed hold of the back of his coat and he whirled toward me and I wrapped myself around him and held him to me, pulling him inside of me. “Don’t go,” I requested (not begged), and he nodded and carried me back inside.
amanda
I chase a dream as I’d chase my lover into the infinite beyond…as I leap from the physical restrains of passion into forever lasting love.
David
i chase myself in my dreams chasing myself in my mind chasing myself in my heart chasing myself in my soul chasing myself.
the end result… my shadow got it.
d.s.
running to find something stop coming here! i won’t look for anything ever again. anxiety fills lungs and stops the screams from coming out and taking you away from me. i dont want to go. i want to go. one foot
molly alice
today i ran along the wharf and no one was chase-ing me.
Lizette Grigio
me
Anonymous
i feel like i am being chased, constantly.
i always feel trapped. and when i run away, someone is chasing me.
i don’t like this game and i don’t know how to stop it, or to get away.
but when i turn around, no one is there.
i’m making it all up.
grah
the dog until you’re too tired to run. stop and take a deep breath, no, take five. let the dog find her on his own.
kitty kat
The great chase gave away to the tremors of the great tide. Millions of cars were thrown on their undersides and thousands others fled for they’re lives, yet the chase continued.
(Getting back into it…not my best work)
Eric Harrell
I went to chase the squirrel up the tree, but for some reason the squirrel pulled out a flamethrower (why it had a flamethrower I’m not quite sure) and set the whole forest ablaze simply to prevent me chasing it. The whole balance with nature business seems a little unlikely to me now, but I certainly have an increased respect for squirrels.
Chris
chase me far away from where i am
I want to be afraid of lying still beside you
I run from you, I hide from you, I die by you.
Hannah
the thrill of the chase. Our breathes mingling in the air. We stomp our feet, crinkling the leaves under us, smiling, I can’t catch up to him. He knows this and slows down, but the running is still exhilarating, the chill crisp air recirculating through my lungs and coming out in puffs of happiness.
j
i miss chase. I wish we got to hang out this weekend, but I guess that’s mainly my fault. That’s okay I guess, I’ll see him soon, but as a friend he means sos much to me. Maybe more than he realized or maybe less than I mean to him for his note seem to mean much more…
grimm
run, run, run, my little rabbit,
jump, jump, jump and god bless you
never let that bad big wolf get thee
or else dead will sound so good!
jennysweetie
the girl ran through the dark, wet street. her hair was a flurry and her red high heels clapped along the wet pavement. she could hear heavy breathing coming up closer behind her, and her matted gold hair was slick with rain and sweat, with terror. her legs were caked with mud that continuously sprung up from hidden puddles, and her new dress was beyond the point of a simple dry-cleaning, stuck with the same mud and sweat, the same terror.
mh
The rabbit ran, ran far away, disgusted and terrified, and then jumped, through trees
but the wolf was everywhere anyway
and the rabbit was killed
jennysweetie
It began as a friendly chase. We run away so otherse can follow. I didn’t want to be chased anymore, so I ran to get away.
lonelygirl15
Chase those little words
Burning random holes
Whole words
little words
that you grasp around your little finger
like curls
little whirls
you wrapped around your words
warm enough
set in the oven
rising up
and up
and up
to make some sense of it all
words to close upon
and to name
steph
wishing, itching.
he got tired.
i became inspired, one week too late.
chase got boring?
out of hand?
too much too late?
what happened
ill never know
he ended
i defended
everything i thought i knew
everything he told me
everything and everyone and all the misconceptions, variations expectations gone
it was done, it’s over, living sober
russ
is the name of my bank. it used to be wamu…which was equally as hard to travel to, but now its chase; because wamu kicked the bucked and chase was the next heir to the bank thrown.
BaH
the chase is all you know, and she stopped running months ago. and all you see, is where else you could be when you’re at home. and out on the street, are so many possibilities to not be alone.
they were all the same
just with different faces
putting up different chases
slipping on their vices.
a. russell
is the name of one of my friend’s son. I also like to watch animals chase objects across a room. I don’t like being chased myself.
kamaria
running around in circles. a dog and a ball and a little kid playing fetch in the grass. a police officer chasing a bank robber. the cop shoots. he shoots again. hes done. the moneys in the bag.
gagaga
sometimes i chase the butterflies around the neighborhood. i laugh at the way there wings flap around and how they are all different colors. its cool.
is what ive been doing to you. i dont know why it seems like its all i know. not really sure what the underlying cause of it is, but i realize thats whats happening. i will chase you forever i feel like, maybe the fact that i cannot have you has something to do with it. but who knows. i love you.
this is the name of a guy i knew from elementary school. i like to chase people. guys used to chase the girls in kindergarten. chase is a bank and i dont go to it, but trhats okay. i think my friend jenna goes to chase bank. chasing is something usually percieved as scary and horrible and it usually haunts people in their dream.
chase me dwn the street wearing nothing but your underwear. Chase is the character from house ho is somethign like australian. chase is what makes life fun, althoug it needs to conclude somewhere, if it doesnt then its not worth anything
rabbit
i chased the cat everywhere.
I chase dreams. Dreams chase me. Nothing changes but the dream itself. I need to find that one dream worth catching and chase it til the end.
Phillip, Phillip Chase. Why is it that I can only think of him? I could be thinking of the lovely blond boy with his hair to the side…Running away as he struggles to pull his pants back up after quickly shagging the flight attendant. Then thinking of him makes me think of the other guy. The man who had the same hair cut, the same blond hair. Only this guy had a slightly more muscular body while the other remained pale skin and bones…But they both have such lovely faces. What does Phillip Chase look like? Don’t know, never imagined him. Blond, I suppose.
Running fastly through the night most people would have stopped and tripped, but not this girl, she was a pro. One of the best runners to have ever lived however she was not, at all confident in her talents and because of that she stumbled during the chase, falling and closing the chase. – jB
hi
njk
n
The chase is on. I don’t know what to expect. Do I turn around? I’m running in heels. Sweat breaks down my forehead. My heel gets stuck in a crack. Oh shit, what do I do? I must keep going. They’ll catch me if I don’t. Who knows why? It’s a mad dash at Victoria’s Secret semi-annual sale. If I don’t reach the awesome padded bras first, they’ll get the boobs first!
I chased the bird down the aisle, but it was way too fast. The dog is too fast for me to chase, too. Chasing cars is not very fun unless you are a dog. Chasing cats is no good, but chasing birds might be fun. Chase is a pretty cool name, dawg.
I knew it was futile…that I would chase her, but never get her. But something inside me told me I needed to try. Sure she was out of my league…much smarter, better looking, funnier, kinder. Sometimes miracles happen. Maybe it would happen for me.
trees, bushes, skies and leaves,
falling on his face,
screaming for him,
so he would come back
but he wouldn’t
he had to run
or else
he would be dead.
A chase.
Chase! Stop the car!
Run baby run..faster, faster, faster!!
Almost there…aaarrrggghhh!
Nooo!
Look out!
He’s got a gun!!
Duck!
Nownownow!!!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
What the hell is a chase? My school-english is not so good, that I can translate it. So I have really no chance. What a pity *g*
fwohaofishdfoiawfoahwofasdfhoiwhsoaidhfwahfoiashfowehoipfashofihwoifo you stole our idea you fuckers fhwoeruawosdoifoiwheafew
I didn’t want to follow him but I reckon what I wanted wasn’t a priority. That much was clear. So I chased him out the door when he turned on me, and I followed him into the garden and I wanted to tackle him down, but instead I grabbed hold of the back of his coat and he whirled toward me and I wrapped myself around him and held him to me, pulling him inside of me. “Don’t go,” I requested (not begged), and he nodded and carried me back inside.
I chase a dream as I’d chase my lover into the infinite beyond…as I leap from the physical restrains of passion into forever lasting love.
i chase myself in my dreams chasing myself in my mind chasing myself in my heart chasing myself in my soul chasing myself.
the end result… my shadow got it.
running to find something stop coming here! i won’t look for anything ever again. anxiety fills lungs and stops the screams from coming out and taking you away from me. i dont want to go. i want to go. one foot
today i ran along the wharf and no one was chase-ing me.
me
i feel like i am being chased, constantly.
i always feel trapped. and when i run away, someone is chasing me.
i don’t like this game and i don’t know how to stop it, or to get away.
but when i turn around, no one is there.
i’m making it all up.
the dog until you’re too tired to run. stop and take a deep breath, no, take five. let the dog find her on his own.
The great chase gave away to the tremors of the great tide. Millions of cars were thrown on their undersides and thousands others fled for they’re lives, yet the chase continued.
(Getting back into it…not my best work)
I went to chase the squirrel up the tree, but for some reason the squirrel pulled out a flamethrower (why it had a flamethrower I’m not quite sure) and set the whole forest ablaze simply to prevent me chasing it. The whole balance with nature business seems a little unlikely to me now, but I certainly have an increased respect for squirrels.
chase me far away from where i am
I want to be afraid of lying still beside you
I run from you, I hide from you, I die by you.
the thrill of the chase. Our breathes mingling in the air. We stomp our feet, crinkling the leaves under us, smiling, I can’t catch up to him. He knows this and slows down, but the running is still exhilarating, the chill crisp air recirculating through my lungs and coming out in puffs of happiness.
i miss chase. I wish we got to hang out this weekend, but I guess that’s mainly my fault. That’s okay I guess, I’ll see him soon, but as a friend he means sos much to me. Maybe more than he realized or maybe less than I mean to him for his note seem to mean much more…
run, run, run, my little rabbit,
jump, jump, jump and god bless you
never let that bad big wolf get thee
or else dead will sound so good!
the girl ran through the dark, wet street. her hair was a flurry and her red high heels clapped along the wet pavement. she could hear heavy breathing coming up closer behind her, and her matted gold hair was slick with rain and sweat, with terror. her legs were caked with mud that continuously sprung up from hidden puddles, and her new dress was beyond the point of a simple dry-cleaning, stuck with the same mud and sweat, the same terror.
The rabbit ran, ran far away, disgusted and terrified, and then jumped, through trees
but the wolf was everywhere anyway
and the rabbit was killed
It began as a friendly chase. We run away so otherse can follow. I didn’t want to be chased anymore, so I ran to get away.
Chase those little words
Burning random holes
Whole words
little words
that you grasp around your little finger
like curls
little whirls
you wrapped around your words
warm enough
set in the oven
rising up
and up
and up
to make some sense of it all
words to close upon
and to name
wishing, itching.
he got tired.
i became inspired, one week too late.
chase got boring?
out of hand?
too much too late?
what happened
ill never know
he ended
i defended
everything i thought i knew
everything he told me
everything and everyone and all the misconceptions, variations expectations gone
it was done, it’s over, living sober
is the name of my bank. it used to be wamu…which was equally as hard to travel to, but now its chase; because wamu kicked the bucked and chase was the next heir to the bank thrown.
the chase is all you know, and she stopped running months ago. and all you see, is where else you could be when you’re at home. and out on the street, are so many possibilities to not be alone.
they were all the same
just with different faces
putting up different chases
slipping on their vices.
is the name of one of my friend’s son. I also like to watch animals chase objects across a room. I don’t like being chased myself.
running around in circles. a dog and a ball and a little kid playing fetch in the grass. a police officer chasing a bank robber. the cop shoots. he shoots again. hes done. the moneys in the bag.
sometimes i chase the butterflies around the neighborhood. i laugh at the way there wings flap around and how they are all different colors. its cool.