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mallory
that’s where the planes takef off or something like that. it’s located at the airports. each airport has about 7-8 runaways. usually there are plane crashes.
Kosio
I wanted to run away, but as I did I realized it would do just as much as staying. Trying to get free trapped me in thinking it would be better. I’ll always be trapped.
Mat
In the grip of a desert sandstorm, her travels came to a three-day pause. The camel closed its eyes. She held her breath. Against the animal’s furred hide, she dreamt of her family. But when the sand fell again, inert, she awoke and rode again over the silver dunes, away from her tribe’s last known encampment.
I had been out of my home for so long, I barely remembered what a normal life was like. I looked older than I was, so it wasn’t often that I got stopped or anyone wondered why I was out on my own. They just assumed I was another drunken bum, but I would have given anything for one of them to grab me off the street and drag me back home to my parents, though I’d never admit it aloud.
Alix picked up her depressingly light suitcase, the florescent lights of the subway station hummed in the absence of the usual commotion. She reached into her pocket and brought out a handful of change. This was it, there was no going back now.
is the area the planes took off and land on.It is also the platform where models walk on to show the designer’s collection. It may also be used meaning “bridge”.
sarı
the runway track is like a journey of my life.. we slowly start the run and then the speed will build up.. sooner or later ill be soaring above the clouds and reaching the stars
senile
I ran away because I was scared. Scared of the nightmares, scared of the looks. I was scared I would remember the things I went through this past few months. So you see, I had to run. I have to leave it all behind. It was too much. One day I’ll go back. I’ll go back because things will be better. I will be better. Or so I hope.
I want to leave this place. But I don’t want to go home. Honestly, all I want to do is runaway. To be alone. No responsibilities, with no chores or rules. Just to be on my own to explore the world my way, live life my way. And all I have to do is runaway. But what happens then? The people who care for me; what will they do? what will they think? What would go wrong when I am gone? I keep things together. If I leave, things will break. I can’t runaway.
She is so unlike those stick-thin and posts-tall women that were molded especially for the spotlit catwalks: she is plain, hair is a jungle of ink-black hair, there is a tinge of sadness in her smile that never goes away, and there are little scars that people can and cannot see. But don’t let appearances deceive you: she is a struggling model in her own way. The world is her own runway, the heart on her sleeve is her best outfit, her confident strides across the rocky roads of her decisions are her own lovely struts. There may be no camera flashes or whirlwinds of confetti around her, but the only approval she wants come from herself, and from Him.
I don’t think anyone can understand what im feeling right now, i really doubt it. It hurts right now and i just feel like taking off from the ground and maybe touch the sky before i plummet down to my death
senile
The plane landed on the runway with a jolt that woke her from the fitful sleep she’d fallen into. The descent must have been smoother than usual, which was okay, she didn’t mind that. She hated turbulence. Literally and figuratively.
Jessica
lets speed down the runway and go accidentally fly off into the vastness of space. we’ll build a house on a far away planet. just you and i. we’ll become kings and queens and reign over the lovely new-planet-people. we’ll make them sweaters and teach them how to dance :3
This makes me think of the first time I rode a plane. Or actually… the first plane trip I remember riding, since the first one I rode on I don’t remember because I was only a few months old. I remember being thrilled and excited, and feeling the adrenaline rush as the plane sped down the runway and rose into the air. Such an exhilarating experience.
you make the runway shine, it’s not the lights hanging from the ceiling, it’s not the flashing of all the cameras, it’s your grace and skinny waist. the sound of your heels, and the look of your serious yet delicate face. you are a one of a kind model, often mistaken for an angel
If growing up means awfuller, than all the awful things that ever were, I’ll never grow. So come away with me, come with me to battle. Tarry at my side. And when these times are done, laugh with me. Come away with me.
A.J. Cread
I’m no runway model, sir, whitening and straightening my teeth is an expense I can’t afford and certainly don’t need. Can you please just fix the cavity and stop trying to suck the life out of me through my wallet?
It was slick. I could feel the wheels as they hit the runway once, twice. And then the plane seemed to drift to the right. I pushed my arm up against the seat in front of me as if to stop it.
Carrie
when she was little she runaway to a deserted forest. she didn’t knew why or how she managed to escape her abusive father and drunk mother but she did it. she encountered with several situations that brought her senses back to reality what would she eat? where would she sleep? who would take care of her? she began to kill animals, to kill insects, to build fires, to hide in the trees, to escape from hunters…because after all she was nothing less than a deer.
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ich rannte. son schnell mich meine Füße trugen. ich wusste nicht ob ich schnell genug sein würde. eigentlich hatte ich keine chance. er war schneller. so einfach war das. in einigen minuten würde es vorüber sein.
alex
He watched her walk down the runway, perfection in a yellow transprent dress. Striking, beautiful, long legged angel. Flyaway red hair and vacant eyes.
I raise my chin up in confidence as I take my first step, my long brown curls bounce in glee as I make my way towards the center, I square my shoulders as I move with dignity towards my aim, and I ignore all the obstacles blocking my way.
With sure footage I make it to the end of the runway and as I swirl around swiftly, I feel my success.
snickers
The world was her runway, or so said the strut that cleared sidewalks and stopped traffic. Or maybe it was her glaringly pink bag and its reflective plastic coating that caused that accident…
An alabaster panelling was embedded into the structure of this odd runway, it looked pieced together from uneven slates of stone, only remotely passing as ‘smooth’. The runway seemed to be rarely used, in fact it seemed to never have been used. Dead leaves had accumulated and had contributed to a thigh layer of dead matter, almost covering all the uneven stone in the runway.
Keenan
The propeller coughed and spluttered and my heart was doing its best to match it. Crammed into the back of the tiny plane, watching my drunk pilot struggle with the controls and I could see that car with the blacked out windows speed towards us on the runway.
I wont land on the runway strip until i make the boat tip from the sound barriers i rip. Im sick , but overcoming it. im rhyming right now. so you know why if it sounds like im dumbing it. crumbs hit the floor, i dont dive to catch but if they happen to be by me them i let em be my pray hey! There is always a way to run..I hope to run for it..run for a cause like a breat cancer walk ;D
He walked down the hall like he was on a runway. Everybody stared and thought he was a gay guy. He wasn’t though.. He just wanted to experience being a male model.
The stunning lights
The watchful eyes
Everything aim at me
The beauty manifested in me
By the clothes and cosmetics on me
I wonder
If anyone can see the real me
The moment when he broke my heart like he warned me he would. It was like the wind got knocked out of me it was the first time I’ve ever felt so lost. It took years for me to find my way I just kept running until I found where I needed to be.
Ali
run to the drowning lake. she ran.
jamie rae
and she ran, through the street and across the fire, no idea wat she is runnig from. just knowing that if she stopped the lake would swallow her whole. drowning in a deep chasm
jamie rae
As she sashayed along in the clinging scarlet gown, it was all still a blur. She saw the flash bulbs going off and heard the beat of the music but felt a bit detached. How could she, the ugly duckling,. really be here. She smiled a secret smile and thanked her lucky stars for the token in the crisp packet
Ember
I ran away to the zoo. It was fascinating. I saw lots of animals. like lions and tigers and bear.s It was like the wizard of oz. Like the oil can and the witch. How she gets squished under the house. And flying bats. And fruit bats. Do they eat fruit? Runaway….Kanye west…oh runway. like airplanes and take off
Ben
Runaway with me my love, deep into the sea, where all the little fishes are waiting just for me. they swim and bob and tickle my nose, telling me secrets of bitchs and hoes. I love you dear friend, and I am quite high. lets go to the bottom and ask the mermaid why?
Running away is not something one should do. If you do not face your fears, you’ll mae nothing out of your life. Running away from your problems is not the answer. Turning to them and making the best of the problem
Myrnel
I am a runway. Flights at night land my heart. The flights in day just mean it will never work.
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that’s where the planes takef off or something like that. it’s located at the airports. each airport has about 7-8 runaways. usually there are plane crashes.
I wanted to run away, but as I did I realized it would do just as much as staying. Trying to get free trapped me in thinking it would be better. I’ll always be trapped.
In the grip of a desert sandstorm, her travels came to a three-day pause. The camel closed its eyes. She held her breath. Against the animal’s furred hide, she dreamt of her family. But when the sand fell again, inert, she awoke and rode again over the silver dunes, away from her tribe’s last known encampment.
I had been out of my home for so long, I barely remembered what a normal life was like. I looked older than I was, so it wasn’t often that I got stopped or anyone wondered why I was out on my own. They just assumed I was another drunken bum, but I would have given anything for one of them to grab me off the street and drag me back home to my parents, though I’d never admit it aloud.
Alix picked up her depressingly light suitcase, the florescent lights of the subway station hummed in the absence of the usual commotion. She reached into her pocket and brought out a handful of change. This was it, there was no going back now.
is the area the planes took off and land on.It is also the platform where models walk on to show the designer’s collection. It may also be used meaning “bridge”.
the runway track is like a journey of my life.. we slowly start the run and then the speed will build up.. sooner or later ill be soaring above the clouds and reaching the stars
I ran away because I was scared. Scared of the nightmares, scared of the looks. I was scared I would remember the things I went through this past few months. So you see, I had to run. I have to leave it all behind. It was too much. One day I’ll go back. I’ll go back because things will be better. I will be better. Or so I hope.
I want to leave this place. But I don’t want to go home. Honestly, all I want to do is runaway. To be alone. No responsibilities, with no chores or rules. Just to be on my own to explore the world my way, live life my way. And all I have to do is runaway. But what happens then? The people who care for me; what will they do? what will they think? What would go wrong when I am gone? I keep things together. If I leave, things will break. I can’t runaway.
She is so unlike those stick-thin and posts-tall women that were molded especially for the spotlit catwalks: she is plain, hair is a jungle of ink-black hair, there is a tinge of sadness in her smile that never goes away, and there are little scars that people can and cannot see. But don’t let appearances deceive you: she is a struggling model in her own way. The world is her own runway, the heart on her sleeve is her best outfit, her confident strides across the rocky roads of her decisions are her own lovely struts. There may be no camera flashes or whirlwinds of confetti around her, but the only approval she wants come from herself, and from Him.
I don’t think anyone can understand what im feeling right now, i really doubt it. It hurts right now and i just feel like taking off from the ground and maybe touch the sky before i plummet down to my death
The plane landed on the runway with a jolt that woke her from the fitful sleep she’d fallen into. The descent must have been smoother than usual, which was okay, she didn’t mind that. She hated turbulence. Literally and figuratively.
lets speed down the runway and go accidentally fly off into the vastness of space. we’ll build a house on a far away planet. just you and i. we’ll become kings and queens and reign over the lovely new-planet-people. we’ll make them sweaters and teach them how to dance :3
when i am thinking of you, i would always think of an airplane. cause i would love to be on an airplane with you as it takes off from the runway
to hell. outbound to nowhere. faster to get outta this place.
This makes me think of the first time I rode a plane. Or actually… the first plane trip I remember riding, since the first one I rode on I don’t remember because I was only a few months old. I remember being thrilled and excited, and feeling the adrenaline rush as the plane sped down the runway and rose into the air. Such an exhilarating experience.
you make the runway shine, it’s not the lights hanging from the ceiling, it’s not the flashing of all the cameras, it’s your grace and skinny waist. the sound of your heels, and the look of your serious yet delicate face. you are a one of a kind model, often mistaken for an angel
If growing up means awfuller, than all the awful things that ever were, I’ll never grow. So come away with me, come with me to battle. Tarry at my side. And when these times are done, laugh with me. Come away with me.
I’m no runway model, sir, whitening and straightening my teeth is an expense I can’t afford and certainly don’t need. Can you please just fix the cavity and stop trying to suck the life out of me through my wallet?
It was slick. I could feel the wheels as they hit the runway once, twice. And then the plane seemed to drift to the right. I pushed my arm up against the seat in front of me as if to stop it.
when she was little she runaway to a deserted forest. she didn’t knew why or how she managed to escape her abusive father and drunk mother but she did it. she encountered with several situations that brought her senses back to reality what would she eat? where would she sleep? who would take care of her? she began to kill animals, to kill insects, to build fires, to hide in the trees, to escape from hunters…because after all she was nothing less than a deer.
ich rannte. son schnell mich meine Füße trugen. ich wusste nicht ob ich schnell genug sein würde. eigentlich hatte ich keine chance. er war schneller. so einfach war das. in einigen minuten würde es vorüber sein.
He watched her walk down the runway, perfection in a yellow transprent dress. Striking, beautiful, long legged angel. Flyaway red hair and vacant eyes.
I raise my chin up in confidence as I take my first step, my long brown curls bounce in glee as I make my way towards the center, I square my shoulders as I move with dignity towards my aim, and I ignore all the obstacles blocking my way.
With sure footage I make it to the end of the runway and as I swirl around swiftly, I feel my success.
The world was her runway, or so said the strut that cleared sidewalks and stopped traffic. Or maybe it was her glaringly pink bag and its reflective plastic coating that caused that accident…
An alabaster panelling was embedded into the structure of this odd runway, it looked pieced together from uneven slates of stone, only remotely passing as ‘smooth’. The runway seemed to be rarely used, in fact it seemed to never have been used. Dead leaves had accumulated and had contributed to a thigh layer of dead matter, almost covering all the uneven stone in the runway.
The propeller coughed and spluttered and my heart was doing its best to match it. Crammed into the back of the tiny plane, watching my drunk pilot struggle with the controls and I could see that car with the blacked out windows speed towards us on the runway.
I wont land on the runway strip until i make the boat tip from the sound barriers i rip. Im sick , but overcoming it. im rhyming right now. so you know why if it sounds like im dumbing it. crumbs hit the floor, i dont dive to catch but if they happen to be by me them i let em be my pray hey! There is always a way to run..I hope to run for it..run for a cause like a breat cancer walk ;D
just go away. there’s no point in your words and in your excuses. don’t make me walk on that runway leading me to your lies. don’t pretend to care.
He walked down the hall like he was on a runway. Everybody stared and thought he was a gay guy. He wasn’t though.. He just wanted to experience being a male model.
The stunning lights
The watchful eyes
Everything aim at me
The beauty manifested in me
By the clothes and cosmetics on me
I wonder
If anyone can see the real me
The moment when he broke my heart like he warned me he would. It was like the wind got knocked out of me it was the first time I’ve ever felt so lost. It took years for me to find my way I just kept running until I found where I needed to be.
run to the drowning lake. she ran.
and she ran, through the street and across the fire, no idea wat she is runnig from. just knowing that if she stopped the lake would swallow her whole. drowning in a deep chasm
As she sashayed along in the clinging scarlet gown, it was all still a blur. She saw the flash bulbs going off and heard the beat of the music but felt a bit detached. How could she, the ugly duckling,. really be here. She smiled a secret smile and thanked her lucky stars for the token in the crisp packet
I ran away to the zoo. It was fascinating. I saw lots of animals. like lions and tigers and bear.s It was like the wizard of oz. Like the oil can and the witch. How she gets squished under the house. And flying bats. And fruit bats. Do they eat fruit? Runaway….Kanye west…oh runway. like airplanes and take off
Runaway with me my love, deep into the sea, where all the little fishes are waiting just for me. they swim and bob and tickle my nose, telling me secrets of bitchs and hoes. I love you dear friend, and I am quite high. lets go to the bottom and ask the mermaid why?
Running away is not something one should do. If you do not face your fears, you’ll mae nothing out of your life. Running away from your problems is not the answer. Turning to them and making the best of the problem
I am a runway. Flights at night land my heart. The flights in day just mean it will never work.