running away from something the undeniable inevitable fact but all that is too gumpy too conrad like so if now i were to think of running well jogging comes to mind
dude
running, running. i ran until it felt asif liquid metal was dripping down my throat. the trees; they haunted me for a reason i couldnt explain though hard i tried. it was the secret that haunted me; the secret we all know yet no one tells
aileen
The world was something terrifying to Jimmy. He couldn’t understand the blackened sky or the sounds behind him.
As long as he didn’t stop. As long as he never stopped.
But inevitably the sound raged around him and the darkness caught up.
No more running. Nothing left to run for.
“Run” they’d said.
David Taylor
Molly ran through the flames and she never looked back. She knew that to turn back would mean the end of everything she ahd worked to build over that last five years. Molly was scared, the flames of the divorce licked her heels, the purifying flames were both liberating and confining. How could she justify the new fouund freedomw that she had found with her friends feelings that she had walked out and abandoned her family all in the name of some selfish personal desire to find a deeper connection with a man who is half her age.
Lobster Johnson
running running through time running
i can’t stop
stop running
and we all keep falling
falling faster into black holes where
rabbits stop breathing
and clocks frown
and alice takes her medicine and it never stays the same
the only prescription is hers to blame
yasmine
sex
fAzI
jasper was a lanky man who never liked to exercise. he always thought about waking up early and enjoying the brisk air, admiring the orange and pink streaked sky. his nieghbors would see him and think “that man has determination”.
PEM
It is fear.
It is a trembling of the bones we do not have.
A murmur in the blank and radiating sky.
Lights flicker, soles aflame, eyes look far ahead.
Can you turn around when you turn away?
tomo
ou stop running you will notice that you get tired, so keep on running, and you wont get tired, dont stop. Dont stop. Keep running til you cant run any more, then rest. Oce you have gained you breath, start running again, and dont stop til your legs stop. You can run anywhere, as long as you apply the principles of running.
David Henderson
i have to run way of the cops because they just think that i stoilled a book in a library but i didn’t i just forgot to devolves it, i’m not a criminator, please believe me, i know, i’ve alrealdy killed some people but thats not the truth now, i’m sorry about the other dead people but right not i’m really, realy sinceer.
Laura Santos
run, when walking is not enough, or when one can see no other action available. run, for running alone, or walk every step.
joss
Running for political office is not the piece of cake most people think it is. The press is always trying to find some stupid thing you said or some dirt they can dig up on you. Then there is Jon Stewart. He makes all political candidates look like fools. Of course just because you are elected to an office does not mean you are suddenly an expert on anything except getting elected
Cathy Edwards
I’ve always liked running. Sneakers meet the concrete. Running away from drama. From family. From whatever it is that’s plaguing my mind. Not physically running..just mentally separating yourself from the confines of your own mind…now that’s running.
Kiera
AND I RANNNNNNNN. I RANNN SO FAR AWAYYYYYY
I JUST RANNNNNNNNNNNN
I RAN AL NIGHT AND DAYYYYYYYYYYYYY
couldnt get away.
big g
Sonic the hedgehog blue cars fast speed sonic boom water sky crab skittles music teacher joe hurry the hell up
Alz
one has to run through the hills to understand why life takes us in certain directions.
We can see it all from there. The villages, the towns, the rivers and the streams.
When we run, we feel the air flowing through out lungs, and our hearts in our chests. We understand what it is to live. To love. To be free.
This is why running is what is important.
t m
I know I can’t get away, which is stupid. I’m running too fast not to get away, but damn it, they’re going to catch me anyway. I hate this. I hate not being able to escape, I hate getting caught, I hate getting beaten. And they can’t even beat me normally; no, they have to do stupid shit like shove my head in the toilet. What the hell is that? That only happens in movies. Movies and my life. God damn it, they’re closing in. I wish my life was more like real life and less like a fucking movie.
Faith Hicks
I was in a dream once. About to be captured by a man, I suppose. I ran until I fell off the earth, past Pluto, The Milky Way…Until even the sun looked as small as a lightbulb.
Brenna D.
Runin runin as fast as you can. I didn’t think I make it. I didn’t think I make it. Words sung by Stefani, Gwen.
princessgillian
I love to run. I am trying to run faster, and longer. It is a struggle to come back from an injury. My wildest hope and dream would be to consistently run a 10K at a 10 min. mile or less. I am hoping I can achieve that goal within the next 6 months or so – we’ll see.
Michele Jacobson
i run in the sunlight and fuck in the shade. This is the way things should be. Alone in the world the caterpillar runs to see what is happening in New Jersey
xerxes
run with scissors every chance you get
just jody
run to enjoy the sound of your breath, rising higher and higher, as your pulse follows. Your legs burn, shoulders begin to ache, ipod blasting as loud as you can handle it. There is nothing but you, the road, and your mental strenth to keep you going. The sweat motivates, gives you a feeling of accomplishment.
Karisa
It was the beginning and the end. But the running was all he had to think about. Just go go go go. It would clear his mind of work and the kids and the wife. All those things that only bothered people on TV. But he wanted to run from them, like something was after him. Like his life was at the end of the running. So he ran…
Ember
I used to run down Saddle Mountain twice as fast as I walked up it. I used to soar…to feel like I was flying. I didn’t have the time to stumble, my feet danced with the earth and the earth led as I followed cheek to cheek the way we did when you held me there beneath the moonlight…
Kristina Nikole Kabanuk
Run run as fast as you can, you cant catch me im the gingerbread man. He was always a crap character. Not just in those crappy shrek movies, but in the fairy tales. I always found him boring. I dont like boring. This is boring. Im stopping now.
Doctor Octagomapus
go now into the world where you go I dont care … or do I. Maybe so. ask me and I ll will ___ with you and maybe I can tell you at the end… of our _____ so now I will ____ some where just feel the same way you do ___ing heart beating mind racing maybe…. peace sometimes creeps in and steels my mind and well ____s with it
william byrd
This is what most bad writers do. Seriously. The thing bout writers is that generally, proper male writers are interesting. Theyre the sort of carasmatic characters that everyone wants to be but they find themselves hating him, which is to be expected, when someone comes along and fucks up your world view, people dont know how to react and always land on negative reactions, generally they mistake for being obnoxious, but its just a fact, what can I say, people are idiots. Only way a person gets to be this person no one can idendify, this person that doesnt have a social class, a tolerence for rules or ethics, is if theyre massively fucked up. Obviously leading to the depth of character hence the personallity no one knows how to deal with; but female writers are diffrent, you see, every female thinks theyre a brilliant writer, they think since theyre a woman they bring heart warmth and emotion, hence the cavalcade of simply ridiculous stories that flood this site, and this brings me back to the original point, theyre wrong; because real writers, good writers, are actually running from their past, because if they were’nt, they just be another person of the world. Im not saying theyre arent any good female writers, oh no, Im just saying that most good writers are male, but that most writers are female. Nevermind, Im talking bullshit.
Fight Apathy, or dont.
I dreamed I was running away from those who wanted to capture me and make me into something I did not want to be. The harder I ran, the closer they got and I asked, “What is the point of all this running?”
djtork
i like to run fast through the trees, fast, fast… faster I run. It clears my head and I like the feeling my legs make when I run, how quickly I move across the ground the sound, swish swish flap flap of my legs in the grass my feet slapping pavement over and over and over again. running, my catharsis. Keep moving, keep going, fly.
Deva
Run don’t stop don’t turn around there’s no one coming but you’ve gotta keep at it you’ve been doing it forever.
The last time you stopped there were people there you thought you trusted, people who became your friends. It became your home for a while. It was only when you realised that anywhere would have become home that you started again.
julesoir
If without the sacred grass we would be running on the sand. If without certain sounds we wouldn’t all be running around. How long is this sidewalk. How long is this break. Almost to the end.
dana@berwer.com
The wind at your back pushing you on….. the sweet pain in your abdomen……the feeling that you are untouchable and free
Ananomous
I ran as fast as I possibly could. Away from mistakes, from fears and misconceptions. One day I might return, but that is highly unlikely. I just have to run, run until I can’t run anymore. And maybe, just maybe, I will reach my destination.
Sketch Hawk
the feel beneath my feet, the way it flows around me, the air pushing into my lungs because of the movement of my feet. I’m going, speeding away from all the directions i don’t want to be. I’m up, i’m past it all, just coasting now, my mind is red, like fire. i’m alive, while i run, head first into sunlight.
Caity Summers
run with it. walk with it. but don’t stand still. Be something. Do something. Stay strong. Run with your emotions. Feel everything. Don’t feel nothing. Things happen for a reason. There’s no time for quitting. You need to be something true, or else you’ll run out of time. And once that happens….there’s no turning back.
Svetlana
Run run as fast as you can! Run from the pirates, the politicians, the whores! The world is no longer a safe place to be. Get out while you can!! Run, to the hills, to space, anywhere but here. Run, run away!!!
Baise
I hate running, I have to do it for a pt test. I do like the way I feel after I run. My lungs feel clear and refreshed. The actual running is agony though. I started running with the dog around the block. She is pretty good at staying caught up. Every now and then something else catches her attention though.
LilMnstr
run as fast as you can. that is what i do. i do that all the time. when i am doing track i run. when i’m playing soccer i run. I run to get in shape and i run so that i feel good. running is very important and more people should do it.
jacob m-v
The old man ran down the dark ally way, his long black trench coat billowed in the damp wind trailing behind him. His footsteps echoed throughout the whole path, the sound eerily bounced off the walls in all directions. As he
running away from something the undeniable inevitable fact but all that is too gumpy too conrad like so if now i were to think of running well jogging comes to mind
running, running. i ran until it felt asif liquid metal was dripping down my throat. the trees; they haunted me for a reason i couldnt explain though hard i tried. it was the secret that haunted me; the secret we all know yet no one tells
The world was something terrifying to Jimmy. He couldn’t understand the blackened sky or the sounds behind him.
As long as he didn’t stop. As long as he never stopped.
But inevitably the sound raged around him and the darkness caught up.
No more running. Nothing left to run for.
“Run” they’d said.
Molly ran through the flames and she never looked back. She knew that to turn back would mean the end of everything she ahd worked to build over that last five years. Molly was scared, the flames of the divorce licked her heels, the purifying flames were both liberating and confining. How could she justify the new fouund freedomw that she had found with her friends feelings that she had walked out and abandoned her family all in the name of some selfish personal desire to find a deeper connection with a man who is half her age.
running running through time running
i can’t stop
stop running
and we all keep falling
falling faster into black holes where
rabbits stop breathing
and clocks frown
and alice takes her medicine and it never stays the same
the only prescription is hers to blame
sex
jasper was a lanky man who never liked to exercise. he always thought about waking up early and enjoying the brisk air, admiring the orange and pink streaked sky. his nieghbors would see him and think “that man has determination”.
It is fear.
It is a trembling of the bones we do not have.
A murmur in the blank and radiating sky.
Lights flicker, soles aflame, eyes look far ahead.
Can you turn around when you turn away?
ou stop running you will notice that you get tired, so keep on running, and you wont get tired, dont stop. Dont stop. Keep running til you cant run any more, then rest. Oce you have gained you breath, start running again, and dont stop til your legs stop. You can run anywhere, as long as you apply the principles of running.
i have to run way of the cops because they just think that i stoilled a book in a library but i didn’t i just forgot to devolves it, i’m not a criminator, please believe me, i know, i’ve alrealdy killed some people but thats not the truth now, i’m sorry about the other dead people but right not i’m really, realy sinceer.
run, when walking is not enough, or when one can see no other action available. run, for running alone, or walk every step.
Running for political office is not the piece of cake most people think it is. The press is always trying to find some stupid thing you said or some dirt they can dig up on you. Then there is Jon Stewart. He makes all political candidates look like fools. Of course just because you are elected to an office does not mean you are suddenly an expert on anything except getting elected
I’ve always liked running. Sneakers meet the concrete. Running away from drama. From family. From whatever it is that’s plaguing my mind. Not physically running..just mentally separating yourself from the confines of your own mind…now that’s running.
AND I RANNNNNNNN. I RANNN SO FAR AWAYYYYYY
I JUST RANNNNNNNNNNNN
I RAN AL NIGHT AND DAYYYYYYYYYYYYY
couldnt get away.
Sonic the hedgehog blue cars fast speed sonic boom water sky crab skittles music teacher joe hurry the hell up
one has to run through the hills to understand why life takes us in certain directions.
We can see it all from there. The villages, the towns, the rivers and the streams.
When we run, we feel the air flowing through out lungs, and our hearts in our chests. We understand what it is to live. To love. To be free.
This is why running is what is important.
I know I can’t get away, which is stupid. I’m running too fast not to get away, but damn it, they’re going to catch me anyway. I hate this. I hate not being able to escape, I hate getting caught, I hate getting beaten. And they can’t even beat me normally; no, they have to do stupid shit like shove my head in the toilet. What the hell is that? That only happens in movies. Movies and my life. God damn it, they’re closing in. I wish my life was more like real life and less like a fucking movie.
I was in a dream once. About to be captured by a man, I suppose. I ran until I fell off the earth, past Pluto, The Milky Way…Until even the sun looked as small as a lightbulb.
Runin runin as fast as you can. I didn’t think I make it. I didn’t think I make it. Words sung by Stefani, Gwen.
I love to run. I am trying to run faster, and longer. It is a struggle to come back from an injury. My wildest hope and dream would be to consistently run a 10K at a 10 min. mile or less. I am hoping I can achieve that goal within the next 6 months or so – we’ll see.
i run in the sunlight and fuck in the shade. This is the way things should be. Alone in the world the caterpillar runs to see what is happening in New Jersey
run with scissors every chance you get
run to enjoy the sound of your breath, rising higher and higher, as your pulse follows. Your legs burn, shoulders begin to ache, ipod blasting as loud as you can handle it. There is nothing but you, the road, and your mental strenth to keep you going. The sweat motivates, gives you a feeling of accomplishment.
It was the beginning and the end. But the running was all he had to think about. Just go go go go. It would clear his mind of work and the kids and the wife. All those things that only bothered people on TV. But he wanted to run from them, like something was after him. Like his life was at the end of the running. So he ran…
I used to run down Saddle Mountain twice as fast as I walked up it. I used to soar…to feel like I was flying. I didn’t have the time to stumble, my feet danced with the earth and the earth led as I followed cheek to cheek the way we did when you held me there beneath the moonlight…
Run run as fast as you can, you cant catch me im the gingerbread man. He was always a crap character. Not just in those crappy shrek movies, but in the fairy tales. I always found him boring. I dont like boring. This is boring. Im stopping now.
go now into the world where you go I dont care … or do I. Maybe so. ask me and I ll will ___ with you and maybe I can tell you at the end… of our _____ so now I will ____ some where just feel the same way you do ___ing heart beating mind racing maybe…. peace sometimes creeps in and steels my mind and well ____s with it
This is what most bad writers do. Seriously. The thing bout writers is that generally, proper male writers are interesting. Theyre the sort of carasmatic characters that everyone wants to be but they find themselves hating him, which is to be expected, when someone comes along and fucks up your world view, people dont know how to react and always land on negative reactions, generally they mistake for being obnoxious, but its just a fact, what can I say, people are idiots. Only way a person gets to be this person no one can idendify, this person that doesnt have a social class, a tolerence for rules or ethics, is if theyre massively fucked up. Obviously leading to the depth of character hence the personallity no one knows how to deal with; but female writers are diffrent, you see, every female thinks theyre a brilliant writer, they think since theyre a woman they bring heart warmth and emotion, hence the cavalcade of simply ridiculous stories that flood this site, and this brings me back to the original point, theyre wrong; because real writers, good writers, are actually running from their past, because if they were’nt, they just be another person of the world. Im not saying theyre arent any good female writers, oh no, Im just saying that most good writers are male, but that most writers are female. Nevermind, Im talking bullshit.
I dreamed I was running away from those who wanted to capture me and make me into something I did not want to be. The harder I ran, the closer they got and I asked, “What is the point of all this running?”
i like to run fast through the trees, fast, fast… faster I run. It clears my head and I like the feeling my legs make when I run, how quickly I move across the ground the sound, swish swish flap flap of my legs in the grass my feet slapping pavement over and over and over again. running, my catharsis. Keep moving, keep going, fly.
Run don’t stop don’t turn around there’s no one coming but you’ve gotta keep at it you’ve been doing it forever.
The last time you stopped there were people there you thought you trusted, people who became your friends. It became your home for a while. It was only when you realised that anywhere would have become home that you started again.
If without the sacred grass we would be running on the sand. If without certain sounds we wouldn’t all be running around. How long is this sidewalk. How long is this break. Almost to the end.
The wind at your back pushing you on….. the sweet pain in your abdomen……the feeling that you are untouchable and free
I ran as fast as I possibly could. Away from mistakes, from fears and misconceptions. One day I might return, but that is highly unlikely. I just have to run, run until I can’t run anymore. And maybe, just maybe, I will reach my destination.
the feel beneath my feet, the way it flows around me, the air pushing into my lungs because of the movement of my feet. I’m going, speeding away from all the directions i don’t want to be. I’m up, i’m past it all, just coasting now, my mind is red, like fire. i’m alive, while i run, head first into sunlight.
run with it. walk with it. but don’t stand still. Be something. Do something. Stay strong. Run with your emotions. Feel everything. Don’t feel nothing. Things happen for a reason. There’s no time for quitting. You need to be something true, or else you’ll run out of time. And once that happens….there’s no turning back.
Run run as fast as you can! Run from the pirates, the politicians, the whores! The world is no longer a safe place to be. Get out while you can!! Run, to the hills, to space, anywhere but here. Run, run away!!!
I hate running, I have to do it for a pt test. I do like the way I feel after I run. My lungs feel clear and refreshed. The actual running is agony though. I started running with the dog around the block. She is pretty good at staying caught up. Every now and then something else catches her attention though.
run as fast as you can. that is what i do. i do that all the time. when i am doing track i run. when i’m playing soccer i run. I run to get in shape and i run so that i feel good. running is very important and more people should do it.
The old man ran down the dark ally way, his long black trench coat billowed in the damp wind trailing behind him. His footsteps echoed throughout the whole path, the sound eerily bounced off the walls in all directions. As he