“Honey, she’s gone!”
“What do you mean, she’s gone?” Carlos Santee asked frantically, running around his house, looking around corners as if his niece would be hiding behind one and popping out at him in a few seconds.
“She ran away, Carlos,” Lynn said tearfully, running to her husband.
“She’s seventeen! There’s no way she can last more than a few days on her own. She’ll come running back as soon as she misses cable,” Carlos said reassuringly, trying to convince himself. Both him and his wife saw the emptiness in the statement.
Isabelle
There is a person who is waiting on the side of a road. Bag on back, thumb held high, just ready to explore the big wide world. They are a runaway, and they will do what they want. Life is at their beck and call, as soon as a car comes by, willing to pick them up.
Me
I’d love to run away. From all of this. But really, what I want to run away from is myself, and there’s no escaping that. No matter where I go, I’d be the same person and do the same things. Geography can change, but I’m a constant. A black smudge of a constant.
The Grey Hatter
I just feel like running away.
Back to the past where it seemed like everything could last.
I feel like leaving everything behind, just for some time and running away to a beautiful place.
I want to runaway and feel you in my veins. <3
Tasha
Runaways never come back. At least not when they’re me. I’ve never really given running away a chance, but the day I do I can guarantee that I’m never coming back, like an unstoppable force making my way through the unknown world that is not yet my own.
David G.
I runaway from the crowd. They watch and stare as I panic. I run far far into the distance. I don;’t stop, I dont think. I run I run more than I have before. The ground below me is hard, but it doesnt stop me. The air becomes harder to breathe, but I fight throggh.
kim
runaway from home from fearful things from a world one doesn’t understand, from all that hurts and damages and undermines one’s sense of self. Run A Way. Runaway. Run away. Run run now don’t wait. Run.
Virginia
she showed up on my doorstep
all her clothes in a laundry bag
threw her phone in the pond
and swore she was done for good with their shit
two hours later they came and got her
i don’t remember if we ever talked again, after that
i wanted to save her so badly it hurt
but she didn’t ever want to be saved
Sarah Bohannon
The runaway kid had no idea where to go, but the thing was, he really didn’t care. He just had to get away. From home. From his parents. From everything that he’d gone through in the past few weeks. From anybody else’s point of view, it didn’t seem like that big of a deal. But no one could understand. It’s not like he was going to try and explain it either. He was just fending for himself.
kay
Why does she run run run,
Run away child
Why does she run
She runs because she wasn’t loved
She runs because she must
She runs runs runs
And she doesn’t look back.
D.E. Snow
to go somewhere to get away. to escape the norm and to do what others wouldn’t dare. to become the person you wished you could and to do the impossible.
Alexis
Lover, I want to runaway. Run far away, and drown myself in the clouds. See the sunset through my peripheral vision and know the definition of escape.
Lover, I want to runaway. I want to runaway from you.
Alycia
The girl stared up at the stars, breathing deeply in the night air. The night was calm and peaceful, the warmth of the day still clinging to the groud and the breeze gentle and cool. Tonight was a perfect night to start anew.
Hanna
When I was a child all I ever wanted to do was run away. But then whenever I would actually try to do it, I would get so caught up in deciding what I wanted to take that I would just change my mind and give up. I could never figure out how to take the most valuable things with me. And I could never fit all of the clothes I might want. Come to think of it , I was pretty spoiled as a child.
Jenna Davant
She could tell he was a runaway the minute he walked through the door. No older than sixteen she guessed by the way he was dressed. He sat down at the booth furthest away from her as she slowly walked out from behind the counter with a menu and a pot of coffee in her hand.
Mark Yuhas
She told him, “let’s runaway. The sun shines brighter on the other side of the world, and we can escape winter forever.”
He has a runny nose, no job and posters of women on his ceiling. She has dreams and a cocaine addiction.
Alycia
step.step.step. after step. running. breathing(actually living)leaving.and escaping. no longer bound by something. no long tied down. free to roam.free to run. that is what it is=to be a runaway. to be alone and to be free. so let’s escape from the ties of society(that bound us so tightly with their rules) and this (entire)world(that ties us down with only reality that we can not break) and together(foreverandeverandever),let’s run/away(from this place/this mind/this way).
aliznwonder
i would like to … sounds like fun.. lets do it . leave nay behind .. runnnnnnnn!!! dont stop.. dont look back .. just keep going… drop what your doing and go now !!!!! FAST!!! move quickly .. just keep
amanda
She wasn’t exactly unhappy in the too small house with its too small people and too small boundaries.
She simply couldn’t live there anymore. They were eating her alive and soon she would be just like them:
too, too small.
Jessalin
joan jett is playing at my house in the basement. shove me against the wall of the garage and tear the hem of my skirt. press me up against the windshield so that all that is left of me is a smear of body heat against the crackling glass. tell me to shut up and i will because i can scream better than the runaways.
c
how motherfucking cliche, I mean goddamn am I really supposed to write about this and not sound like a stupid motherfucker, what the fuck. fuck this shit man, fuck it. I am angsty in my angsty angst. fucking christ. fucking hell.
mark rooney
There are days when my Collie Bo will see a squirrel and runaway trying to chase it. He always comes back Happy with himself.
Mary Lou Wynegar
I’m gonna run away.
I dunno when, but I will.
I swear, I hate this place
Jasmine
There was once a time when all I could think about was running away, making my mom sorry for yelling at me, and all that jazz.
Then I realized, even if I did run, she’s still haunt me.
I need to learn to get away, not just run.
Akum
I sobbed, the harsh atficial light of the hospital cutting into my eyes. It hurt, but this was the only place I was welcome, the only place I could stay.
Because home just wasn’t an option anymore.
Kaera
I have never ran away, i have thought of it many times, just leaving whereever I was and going. I dream of walking away just leaving everything the way it was before me, but then i realize the impracticality of it.
Elena
The rain poured down around her, soaking her clothing hair hair, and the street itself. She looked longingly towards the warm house and sighed.
“Never again”
And then she was gone.
Kaera
I was running, running so fast. It didn’t matter where, as long as I got away from them. John’s face haunted my vision, but I closed my eyes and kept going.
Copland
There was a train. He got on it. He was a runaway; it was obvious. I was sitting there debating whether or not I should help him. I sat there debating with myself just until it came time for the train to stop at my stop. I got off and I never helped him. Never even knew his name.
Erin
The young boy, the runaway,
caught between here and where
he should be.
How can he get to where he’s going?
He’s lost;
You’re lost.
Take my hand.
I’ll take you there.
Stuart Rodriguez
You make me want to run away. I see you every day, saying the rudest things, being such an asshole to everyone… It makes me want to run away and hide. A runaway from badness. But what’s the point? Cause I’ll just wind up meeting someone else just like you.
Tkot
Leaving home
Starting a new life
Away from the ordinary
Seeking the extraordinary
Do not know where to go
Who to meet
Could be anyone, on the street
Hoping for love
Hoping for opportunity
Running away from a small town
In search of big city lights
Hoping for something
dreaming
dreaming
dreaming
Lily
There once was a runaway. She ran away from all the pain. The runaway found God. She now had something to finally to believe in. God makes her feel that she had never ran away at all. From all the pain, hurt, friends, family.
Jeremie
a child ran. she ran towards the woods on the far side of town. but first she had to make it through the yard. yes. then out the gate to the street. it was just getting dark but the street lamps had been on for hours.
amanda
She was a runaway, left her boring life behind and went for the unknown.. only for it to end in her death.
John
She is the type who always wants to be somewhere she isn’t. Wanderlust: her feet always need to be moving. It’s impossible for her to stay still for too long, no matter where she is – no matter who she is with.
But you know, it’s always nice to be in his arms.
starchild
I’ve always wanted to see if anybody would care if I ran away. It seems so simple just to get up and leave. One day I might actually have the courage to do it. We’ll see then.
Rebecca
Book called Beloved. Sethe runs away from Sweet Home where she’s been treated nicely until Schoolteacher got there. What a strange book… Full of magical realism and honestly, Beloved is CRAZY! First she shows up out of no where, then she starts falling apart. Haha, whoops!!! :)
Kaylin
She didn’t want to run away but truely felt that she had no other choice. Her life was a living hell and with each moment passing by she came to realize that she was comepletely unwanted. Thats fine she thought, to herself, I don’t need anyone to need me, I have myself.
Sarah june
sad. lost. battered. child. children. on the streets. not what they expect. frying pan to fire. not enough resources.
“Honey, she’s gone!”
“What do you mean, she’s gone?” Carlos Santee asked frantically, running around his house, looking around corners as if his niece would be hiding behind one and popping out at him in a few seconds.
“She ran away, Carlos,” Lynn said tearfully, running to her husband.
“She’s seventeen! There’s no way she can last more than a few days on her own. She’ll come running back as soon as she misses cable,” Carlos said reassuringly, trying to convince himself. Both him and his wife saw the emptiness in the statement.
There is a person who is waiting on the side of a road. Bag on back, thumb held high, just ready to explore the big wide world. They are a runaway, and they will do what they want. Life is at their beck and call, as soon as a car comes by, willing to pick them up.
I’d love to run away. From all of this. But really, what I want to run away from is myself, and there’s no escaping that. No matter where I go, I’d be the same person and do the same things. Geography can change, but I’m a constant. A black smudge of a constant.
I just feel like running away.
Back to the past where it seemed like everything could last.
I feel like leaving everything behind, just for some time and running away to a beautiful place.
I want to runaway and feel you in my veins. <3
Runaways never come back. At least not when they’re me. I’ve never really given running away a chance, but the day I do I can guarantee that I’m never coming back, like an unstoppable force making my way through the unknown world that is not yet my own.
I runaway from the crowd. They watch and stare as I panic. I run far far into the distance. I don;’t stop, I dont think. I run I run more than I have before. The ground below me is hard, but it doesnt stop me. The air becomes harder to breathe, but I fight throggh.
runaway from home from fearful things from a world one doesn’t understand, from all that hurts and damages and undermines one’s sense of self. Run A Way. Runaway. Run away. Run run now don’t wait. Run.
she showed up on my doorstep
all her clothes in a laundry bag
threw her phone in the pond
and swore she was done for good with their shit
two hours later they came and got her
i don’t remember if we ever talked again, after that
i wanted to save her so badly it hurt
but she didn’t ever want to be saved
The runaway kid had no idea where to go, but the thing was, he really didn’t care. He just had to get away. From home. From his parents. From everything that he’d gone through in the past few weeks. From anybody else’s point of view, it didn’t seem like that big of a deal. But no one could understand. It’s not like he was going to try and explain it either. He was just fending for himself.
Why does she run run run,
Run away child
Why does she run
She runs because she wasn’t loved
She runs because she must
She runs runs runs
And she doesn’t look back.
to go somewhere to get away. to escape the norm and to do what others wouldn’t dare. to become the person you wished you could and to do the impossible.
Lover, I want to runaway. Run far away, and drown myself in the clouds. See the sunset through my peripheral vision and know the definition of escape.
Lover, I want to runaway. I want to runaway from you.
The girl stared up at the stars, breathing deeply in the night air. The night was calm and peaceful, the warmth of the day still clinging to the groud and the breeze gentle and cool. Tonight was a perfect night to start anew.
When I was a child all I ever wanted to do was run away. But then whenever I would actually try to do it, I would get so caught up in deciding what I wanted to take that I would just change my mind and give up. I could never figure out how to take the most valuable things with me. And I could never fit all of the clothes I might want. Come to think of it , I was pretty spoiled as a child.
She could tell he was a runaway the minute he walked through the door. No older than sixteen she guessed by the way he was dressed. He sat down at the booth furthest away from her as she slowly walked out from behind the counter with a menu and a pot of coffee in her hand.
She told him, “let’s runaway. The sun shines brighter on the other side of the world, and we can escape winter forever.”
He has a runny nose, no job and posters of women on his ceiling. She has dreams and a cocaine addiction.
step.step.step. after step. running. breathing(actually living)leaving.and escaping. no longer bound by something. no long tied down. free to roam.free to run. that is what it is=to be a runaway. to be alone and to be free. so let’s escape from the ties of society(that bound us so tightly with their rules) and this (entire)world(that ties us down with only reality that we can not break) and together(foreverandeverandever),let’s run/away(from this place/this mind/this way).
i would like to … sounds like fun.. lets do it . leave nay behind .. runnnnnnnn!!! dont stop.. dont look back .. just keep going… drop what your doing and go now !!!!! FAST!!! move quickly .. just keep
She wasn’t exactly unhappy in the too small house with its too small people and too small boundaries.
She simply couldn’t live there anymore. They were eating her alive and soon she would be just like them:
too, too small.
joan jett is playing at my house in the basement. shove me against the wall of the garage and tear the hem of my skirt. press me up against the windshield so that all that is left of me is a smear of body heat against the crackling glass. tell me to shut up and i will because i can scream better than the runaways.
how motherfucking cliche, I mean goddamn am I really supposed to write about this and not sound like a stupid motherfucker, what the fuck. fuck this shit man, fuck it. I am angsty in my angsty angst. fucking christ. fucking hell.
There are days when my Collie Bo will see a squirrel and runaway trying to chase it. He always comes back Happy with himself.
I’m gonna run away.
I dunno when, but I will.
I swear, I hate this place
There was once a time when all I could think about was running away, making my mom sorry for yelling at me, and all that jazz.
Then I realized, even if I did run, she’s still haunt me.
I need to learn to get away, not just run.
I sobbed, the harsh atficial light of the hospital cutting into my eyes. It hurt, but this was the only place I was welcome, the only place I could stay.
Because home just wasn’t an option anymore.
I have never ran away, i have thought of it many times, just leaving whereever I was and going. I dream of walking away just leaving everything the way it was before me, but then i realize the impracticality of it.
The rain poured down around her, soaking her clothing hair hair, and the street itself. She looked longingly towards the warm house and sighed.
“Never again”
And then she was gone.
I was running, running so fast. It didn’t matter where, as long as I got away from them. John’s face haunted my vision, but I closed my eyes and kept going.
There was a train. He got on it. He was a runaway; it was obvious. I was sitting there debating whether or not I should help him. I sat there debating with myself just until it came time for the train to stop at my stop. I got off and I never helped him. Never even knew his name.
The young boy, the runaway,
caught between here and where
he should be.
How can he get to where he’s going?
He’s lost;
You’re lost.
Take my hand.
I’ll take you there.
You make me want to run away. I see you every day, saying the rudest things, being such an asshole to everyone… It makes me want to run away and hide. A runaway from badness. But what’s the point? Cause I’ll just wind up meeting someone else just like you.
Leaving home
Starting a new life
Away from the ordinary
Seeking the extraordinary
Do not know where to go
Who to meet
Could be anyone, on the street
Hoping for love
Hoping for opportunity
Running away from a small town
In search of big city lights
Hoping for something
dreaming
dreaming
dreaming
There once was a runaway. She ran away from all the pain. The runaway found God. She now had something to finally to believe in. God makes her feel that she had never ran away at all. From all the pain, hurt, friends, family.
a child ran. she ran towards the woods on the far side of town. but first she had to make it through the yard. yes. then out the gate to the street. it was just getting dark but the street lamps had been on for hours.
She was a runaway, left her boring life behind and went for the unknown.. only for it to end in her death.
She is the type who always wants to be somewhere she isn’t. Wanderlust: her feet always need to be moving. It’s impossible for her to stay still for too long, no matter where she is – no matter who she is with.
But you know, it’s always nice to be in his arms.
I’ve always wanted to see if anybody would care if I ran away. It seems so simple just to get up and leave. One day I might actually have the courage to do it. We’ll see then.
Book called Beloved. Sethe runs away from Sweet Home where she’s been treated nicely until Schoolteacher got there. What a strange book… Full of magical realism and honestly, Beloved is CRAZY! First she shows up out of no where, then she starts falling apart. Haha, whoops!!! :)
She didn’t want to run away but truely felt that she had no other choice. Her life was a living hell and with each moment passing by she came to realize that she was comepletely unwanted. Thats fine she thought, to herself, I don’t need anyone to need me, I have myself.
sad. lost. battered. child. children. on the streets. not what they expect. frying pan to fire. not enough resources.