“There’s no escape.” Mylo thought desperately as he clawed his way higher. “I’m going to be stuck here forever.” A tall straightaway with parallel wooden slats inched toward him and suddenly a giant skin-clad arm reached, stretched out to him. He backed away anxiously but the arm inched closer. Closer. Mylo screamed as the firefighter plucked him out of the tree and brought him down to the ground.
I need to get away from him. After two months of not talking, I thought we were over. But he reached out with a simple sentence. “I miss talking to you” I can’t stop thinking about him now. What to do to escape…
I want to find a rip somewhere in the world and wheedle my fingertips in and tug, tug for all I’m worth. Find behind the film some sort nothing that makes more sense.
Escape. That’s what I’ll finally be able to do in a few short weeks. Strange to think how much I’d miss college. And how much I miss the city. Life in suburbia is suffocating.
what can we do to escape the nonsense and conformities of society? There is nothing that can be really done, excpet to conform or you can go into the wild. It worked for that one guy.
RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!!! The time has come to run from all the drama, the groupie mindsets that make up almost the whole of society and go off on a grand adventure, never looking back, exploring the world around you.
Her hand fingered the door, caressing the elegant handle. It was a polished silver one, delicate but sturdy. She liked that. Slowly, she moved it, hearing the lockwork shift. She was becoming absorbed in the simple things; that was her escape from being banished from the world, dutifully fulfilling her house arrest.
One day there was this girl who just wanted to escape. Everyday she looked out her window and cried. She was miserable all the time, watching, listening, waiting, all alone. The only voices she could her were the ones of her parents fighting again. It became a regular schedule. All she wanted to do was escape.
There are exactly three ways to escape this failing relationship. One- I kill you. Two- you kill me. Three- I kill you and then promptly kill myself. We never did know how to logically solve a problem.
Jen shuts out the outside world with Eminem’s lyrics. Charlie’s sorrows are drowned in cheap liquor. Marian’s pain spills out with every cut. Tyler only has eyes for the little girl smiling up at him, his daughter. Jordan pours her heart out on the pages of her journal. Marlo’s anger is soothed with every strum of his guitar. They all want to escape.
Escape. Don’t you wish you could escape from your own mind sometimes? God those thoughts are relentless. Good ones… great. But the bad ones really wear you down. Sometimes, you just think too much…
if i could escape down a rabbit hole i wouldn’t mind the falling. the smack of the floor beneath me would get rid of the rush that i wish would never go away. the obstacles to overcomes when i hit the floor. but you always hit the bottom…
he found an escape from the world up on the ledge by the cemetery near his house. sitting there let him feel a little bit of safety he hadn’t felt in months.
i want to escape. just…take me away from here. i hate it here. i don’t like the people here. i have some friends, sure, but no one i can really rely on. like, someone i can always talk to. it’s difficult. i know there’s someone out there who can be there for me but i’m just too damn lazy to find them. i need to get out of here.
You used to be my escape
And then I couldn’t escape you
And so I hurt you.
And so I hurt you…
And you never had the chance
To escape.
And so I’ve hurt
And I’ve hurt
Trying to take that hurt from you
But it’s only getting worse.
And you don’t need to escape
Because I’m letting you go.
Can’t you see?
So why won’t you go?
You won’t go
And now I’m trapped.
She looked out the window. “Oh God,” she murmured, and ducked back inside. Starting to pace, she bit her nails as she pondered the door, and if she could reach the neighbor’s fire escape.
escape to a place where your imagination roams wild, your mind drifts into a state of pure happiness and jovial enjoyment, your soul escapes from your body and runs free like a young, carefree child…
My head on my pillow, I drift off the the world that truly is my escape. The world of dreams. Where anything can happen, where I can be anything I want to be. This is my true escape.
They waited and waited. But it was too late. The infection had already spread to their city. They had no chance of escaping alive. They looked at each other for the last time with clear eyes.
They had to escape. They knew very well what O…’s intentions were, and knowing that, they could only imagine what this particular ploy had intended to do with them. L- raised her eyebrow and started observing her surroundings, hoping to come up with something.
There was no escape in sight.
The house lights dimmed into darkness, the screen in front of their eyes lit up, reminding all present that they would be prisoners to someone else’s mind for the next two hours, pained by the aged, sinking seats, separated by the obtrusive armrests between them, restricting all from reaching anything beyond first base.
There was only one option.
Pretend to use the lavatory and never return.
She had to escape from this monotonous schedule. It was literally killing her. She dreamed of endless road trips, sun in your hair and sweet country air on your tongue. She had to go.
It was then, she decided, she would make her escape. She would use the butter knife she was given at meals, and pick her way through the cement.
The cool summer sun splashed across her pale features as she began to run, her feet pounding the ground, the sound of dogs in her ears.
All he wanted to do was escape. Just pack up and leave for a while. Whether it was for ten minutes, or ten years, he didn’t know. He didn’t care either. He wanted to go to the place where he was himself, and could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. It was necessary with all that had gone down lately. The clock tower rang its tune signifing the middle of the night.
That was all the push he needed. Grabbing his backpack, he walked out of that house.No longer would he have to be the one dealing with what was left when others escaped. This time, it was his turn to leave. Taking one last look at the house he had grown up in, he drew in a breathe before walking away into the moonlight. He was free. He had finally escaped.
bungee jumping, locking those eyes somewhere that is not down. Funny how most people want freedom so badly. They don’t want to be told anything, but their desires are always formed from the “thou shalt not”
but most people regard freedom, subconsciously, intrinsically, like the bungee jumper regards his harness and ropes. Escape is the last thing they really want.
I want to escape. I cannot stand living in this igloo one more minute. But the snow is so high, it covers the doorway and no one has made a path to the airfield. I want to escape, but have no idea where I would go….alas.
I’d like to escape from here… form a new life near a beach with no money and no worries. Everyone dreams of that, right? There must be a reason no one ever does it. Scared? Yeah.
My escape is music; I can’t imagine living without it.
Or I just withdraw into my mind and entertain whatever thoughts float by. I’m happiest by myself, I think, because I love indulging my imagination and not caring how strange things might seem to others…
Music and writing is a double whammy of happiness. To write with music, putting words to whatever the music conjures in my head– I could do that all day. A week by myself, with my keyboard and my headphones… That’s my idea of the perfect vacation.
“There’s no escape.” Mylo thought desperately as he clawed his way higher. “I’m going to be stuck here forever.” A tall straightaway with parallel wooden slats inched toward him and suddenly a giant skin-clad arm reached, stretched out to him. He backed away anxiously but the arm inched closer. Closer. Mylo screamed as the firefighter plucked him out of the tree and brought him down to the ground.
I need to get away from him. After two months of not talking, I thought we were over. But he reached out with a simple sentence. “I miss talking to you” I can’t stop thinking about him now. What to do to escape…
I am not here. You lost me.
far out,
in the middle of a stretch of glassy brilliance
and crystal perfection,
i’ve come to escape.
here amongst the ripples,
i am home.
I want to find a rip somewhere in the world and wheedle my fingertips in and tug, tug for all I’m worth. Find behind the film some sort nothing that makes more sense.
planning. packing. goodbyes. plane tickets. baggage carousels.
into a world where no one speaks your language. pushing through crowded subways. empty strangers faces. point to pictures on a menu.
am I running away from something? or trying to find something?
Escape. That’s what I’ll finally be able to do in a few short weeks. Strange to think how much I’d miss college. And how much I miss the city. Life in suburbia is suffocating.
what can we do to escape the nonsense and conformities of society? There is nothing that can be really done, excpet to conform or you can go into the wild. It worked for that one guy.
I wish I could escape this town. Just like Margo Roth Speigelman. But what if I don’t belong in Algoe?
RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!!! The time has come to run from all the drama, the groupie mindsets that make up almost the whole of society and go off on a grand adventure, never looking back, exploring the world around you.
Her hand fingered the door, caressing the elegant handle. It was a polished silver one, delicate but sturdy. She liked that. Slowly, she moved it, hearing the lockwork shift. She was becoming absorbed in the simple things; that was her escape from being banished from the world, dutifully fulfilling her house arrest.
Be my escape. Fly away with me, let’s fly, let’s fly away.
One day there was this girl who just wanted to escape. Everyday she looked out her window and cried. She was miserable all the time, watching, listening, waiting, all alone. The only voices she could her were the ones of her parents fighting again. It became a regular schedule. All she wanted to do was escape.
There are exactly three ways to escape this failing relationship. One- I kill you. Two- you kill me. Three- I kill you and then promptly kill myself. We never did know how to logically solve a problem.
Jen shuts out the outside world with Eminem’s lyrics. Charlie’s sorrows are drowned in cheap liquor. Marian’s pain spills out with every cut. Tyler only has eyes for the little girl smiling up at him, his daughter. Jordan pours her heart out on the pages of her journal. Marlo’s anger is soothed with every strum of his guitar. They all want to escape.
Escape. Don’t you wish you could escape from your own mind sometimes? God those thoughts are relentless. Good ones… great. But the bad ones really wear you down. Sometimes, you just think too much…
Tomorrow I am escaping this small town to bigger and better things. I am escaping and returning to my soul. Wooooo Whoooo
if i could escape down a rabbit hole i wouldn’t mind the falling. the smack of the floor beneath me would get rid of the rush that i wish would never go away. the obstacles to overcomes when i hit the floor. but you always hit the bottom…
he found an escape from the world up on the ledge by the cemetery near his house. sitting there let him feel a little bit of safety he hadn’t felt in months.
i want to escape. just…take me away from here. i hate it here. i don’t like the people here. i have some friends, sure, but no one i can really rely on. like, someone i can always talk to. it’s difficult. i know there’s someone out there who can be there for me but i’m just too damn lazy to find them. i need to get out of here.
You used to be my escape
And then I couldn’t escape you
And so I hurt you.
And so I hurt you…
And you never had the chance
To escape.
And so I’ve hurt
And I’ve hurt
Trying to take that hurt from you
But it’s only getting worse.
And you don’t need to escape
Because I’m letting you go.
Can’t you see?
So why won’t you go?
You won’t go
And now I’m trapped.
She looked out the window. “Oh God,” she murmured, and ducked back inside. Starting to pace, she bit her nails as she pondered the door, and if she could reach the neighbor’s fire escape.
escape to a place where your imagination roams wild, your mind drifts into a state of pure happiness and jovial enjoyment, your soul escapes from your body and runs free like a young, carefree child…
My head on my pillow, I drift off the the world that truly is my escape. The world of dreams. Where anything can happen, where I can be anything I want to be. This is my true escape.
They waited and waited. But it was too late. The infection had already spread to their city. They had no chance of escaping alive. They looked at each other for the last time with clear eyes.
I wish I could escape upon a cloud and drift away…to see the big picture down below…to avoid being touched by this world.
They had to escape. They knew very well what O…’s intentions were, and knowing that, they could only imagine what this particular ploy had intended to do with them. L- raised her eyebrow and started observing her surroundings, hoping to come up with something.
There was no escape in sight.
The house lights dimmed into darkness, the screen in front of their eyes lit up, reminding all present that they would be prisoners to someone else’s mind for the next two hours, pained by the aged, sinking seats, separated by the obtrusive armrests between them, restricting all from reaching anything beyond first base.
There was only one option.
Pretend to use the lavatory and never return.
i want to escape from the manny hers in my life . . . . . stop hurting me i can only handle so much . . .
Sometimes I want to escape to a surreal place. That would be my escape out of this world into another. A freedom like no other.
She had to escape from this monotonous schedule. It was literally killing her. She dreamed of endless road trips, sun in your hair and sweet country air on your tongue. She had to go.
i have no escape. only you . you are my chains that lead to the freedom of surrender. i hope you’re happy bitch.
escape the hate inside yourself/ escape the the hate of the world.
It was then, she decided, she would make her escape. She would use the butter knife she was given at meals, and pick her way through the cement.
The cool summer sun splashed across her pale features as she began to run, her feet pounding the ground, the sound of dogs in her ears.
All he wanted to do was escape. Just pack up and leave for a while. Whether it was for ten minutes, or ten years, he didn’t know. He didn’t care either. He wanted to go to the place where he was himself, and could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. It was necessary with all that had gone down lately. The clock tower rang its tune signifing the middle of the night.
That was all the push he needed. Grabbing his backpack, he walked out of that house.No longer would he have to be the one dealing with what was left when others escaped. This time, it was his turn to leave. Taking one last look at the house he had grown up in, he drew in a breathe before walking away into the moonlight. He was free. He had finally escaped.
bungee jumping, locking those eyes somewhere that is not down. Funny how most people want freedom so badly. They don’t want to be told anything, but their desires are always formed from the “thou shalt not”
but most people regard freedom, subconsciously, intrinsically, like the bungee jumper regards his harness and ropes. Escape is the last thing they really want.
What Superman wears. Joe in Delray Beach, FL
I want to escape. I cannot stand living in this igloo one more minute. But the snow is so high, it covers the doorway and no one has made a path to the airfield. I want to escape, but have no idea where I would go….alas.
I’d like to escape from here… form a new life near a beach with no money and no worries. Everyone dreams of that, right? There must be a reason no one ever does it. Scared? Yeah.
My escape is music; I can’t imagine living without it.
Or I just withdraw into my mind and entertain whatever thoughts float by. I’m happiest by myself, I think, because I love indulging my imagination and not caring how strange things might seem to others…
Music and writing is a double whammy of happiness. To write with music, putting words to whatever the music conjures in my head– I could do that all day. A week by myself, with my keyboard and my headphones… That’s my idea of the perfect vacation.