This world it can ruin you.
It can force you to crawl up and cry.
But don’t flee just yet.
Hold on to the little you have.
It can grow.
All of it can grow.
Into greatness!
I want to flee the city. Correction: I need to flee the city. There is fire in front of me, there are ashes behind me. No way of escaping. I cannot escape the city, nor the haunting memories of my dead family, the throes of my own heart.
blow fingers cold fingers sink heat into their surface edges
ease warmth into the shred of bone
open mouth to suck on wad of fingers
skin turned smooth with numb and sweat a slick perfume
that falls like holy water over bundled up fabric-covered skin
think of the hunters whose fur smells of animal heat
think of the fire reared up in their blood
think of the arrows pierced through their lives
arrows of gunpowder and metal,
not clean and fresh-cut wood
think of how wood is gone and now we shiver
in the drafts of eerie concrete brought to delete
the warm flickering of lives
step out from the shadow of chrysanthemums blink blink, right
step over the earth until there is no more earth
shimmy through the stretches of dirt fumbling around you
bountiful
exit the earth, and exit it’s green stalks unfurled high
exit the pretence of these green structures,
leave behind the pools of sweet water that wet your spindle feet
come away to the away where blankness overtakes
undone, this animal presence
undone, this messy human thing
i never knew what to do. i just didnt. i just ran. he told me mockingly, “flee. flee, you coward!” and i did just that. i ran. and ran. and ran… goodbye.
Flee. Fly. Flow. This words reminds me of the lyrics to a new rap song. I’ve always wanted to write and record music. Poetry is definitely a top interest of mine as well…not all styles, but the majority of them.
Quickly I decided to flee from the stranger as fast as I could. I ran as fast as I could away from there but he caught up to me. He grabbed me and forced me into the car. Then he bound me, put a blindfold over my eyes, and finally tied my legs together. I moved around and finally I felt the button for the seat belt, I quietly pressed the button and lucky for me I had my pocket knife I cut the rope and summersaulted out of the car. Then I finally was saved., I was scared but I finally made it home and hurried and ran to hug my mom who was worried sick. I stuffed down my dinner, got ready for bed, and fell into a deep and heavy sleep.
Fleeing implies a cowards way. I don’t see it that way. Fleeing gives you the best chance of survival almost always because fleeing is an act of desperation. What could make a situation so desperate that doesn’t mean that fleeing would be the optimal solution to live another day? To breathe another breath?
As I stood by the fire, bathing myself in the scent of smoke from trees harvested on the property, I realized it was time to go. I looked at faces, tallied up certain sexist phrases, and noted the time. With only a word said to the hostess, I made a typical silent exit. Down the road I found myself rewarded in listening to another round of “One Thing” in dark, beautiful silence.
Flee, scram, get out of here man.
It’s better out there.
You need to smell the fresh air
Get going
Be gone
Do something you’ve always wanted
You are better than you think
at whatever you start to begin
Just do what you can
Get out there, Ma’am.
It’s your time to shine
Live life before it’s gone.
you can flee from sin only wit the help of God’s promise. He is the might against a foe that cannot sand against Him. God loves you when you turn from sin and flee into His almighty arms. He will cover you and cause nothing bad to happen you. god will stand between you and sin and you will feel His strength.
The years have been filled with his killing – every day he snuffs out a few breaths of my life – his weapons are deceit, disdain, exploitation, a sniper’s eye… And I would have fled by now if I could plan an escape – but the instant I realized what he really was, he picked off my frontal lobe
I was fleeing from the beast, that was fast approaching on my location. I ran as fast as I could to Sgt Tweed in the helicopter at the landing zone. I heard a growl and I almost fell fowl, but I managed to catch my breath and make it to the LZ before my last breath.
It was a routine, she had been doing this for ages. It wasn’t easy leaving in the middle of loving someone precious to the world, but she had to do it. Her wings made it hard for her to stay invisible and watch him from afar, but she couldn’t help it. She knew the consequences if she got caught falling in love with a human, and it would include taking away her wings; wings were important to her, and she would do anything to not have them harmed or removed from her. After all, she was a guardian angel.
Refugees fleeing from their hometowns, from their jobs, from their whole lives. They waste everything on a chance opf a better life, even if for a minute.
Get far from me. I see you and to me it looks you would like to be on me. the urge is not shared with me. I say to you flee awy not yo flee. you are expired and not welcome in my pants any longer . be goen you and as will I.
fleeing wasn’t the goal, you weren’t there, you didn’t see what it was like to
stay. staying was the aim here, I was always staying and my feet never moved,
my little legs never fluttered,
i never wanted to flap any kind of wing, chicken wings were his favorite anyway and
we were having them for dinner so why would i head out when I could
get a full belly and a
purple eyelid, purple cheeky bruise
i’d never flee from a home-cooked meal.
They were having relationship problems. While he was at work he finished a conversation on whatsapp by saying ‘you must feel, darling’ Unfortunately he hadn’t noticed the spellcheck correct his sentence to ‘you must flee, darling.’ When he got home she had gone.
i cried more than ten oceans when you left, and now i’m drowning in them.
you fled so fast i forgot to pack you a lunch for the road.
i hope you don’t starve in that big wide world you were always so desperate to see.
Of the six of us remaining – the six of us, bloodied, bruised, beaten nearly to individual pulp that still managed to breathe through one nostril and talk out of one side of the mouth – four decided to flee. Two of us didn’t. One of those two was me. I propped my aching body against the nearest wall, trying to inhale and exhale rhythmically and ignore the pain in my broken ribs. The second of the two was my little sister, trying to stop the crimson streaks still oozing from the gashes on my arms.
i’m running away from everything you left behind, but it’s not stagnant and it’s always nipping at my heels and i need to get away but there will never be a far enough place. i can still feel your breath trailing down my neck. it smells sweet but it feels like ice against my skin. i’m taking off, but you’re not here to see it.
Flee, a funny word, right? Sounds just like flea, but don’t get the two confused. Flea is a small annoying bug while, flee is, well running away from a problem, which can be pretty annoying too.
Flee? From the scene? That’s pretty much what every murder does, but not me. I stay for a little while, and look at the mess I created. The blood splatters on the wall, the heart carved out and on the floor, and a scared look, permanently sealed on the victims face. In the distance, I hear the sirens, screaming.
Flee? From the scene? That’s pretty much what every murder does, but not me. I stay for a little while, and look at the mess I created. The blood splatters on the wall, the heart carved out and on the floor, and a scared look, permanently sealed on the victims face.
Well, that’s exactly what I’m trying to do, isn’t it? Flee from him, flee from feelings, flee from hurt. I’m a mess, and not in the romantic, aestheticy way. He’s too good, too much for me, and I don’t deserve what I know I will somehow mess up. So I’ll get those nerves and that feeling of wrongness and I’ll do what I always do: flee. I’ll flee.
Flee from the fleas! Why yes! They carry disease and they’re taking over New York City! As of now, they tower over 40 feet! This is it, folks. Run, run for your life. Hide yo kids. Cause this is the end.
fleeing was for the sea at dawn when the boats chased it across the dreams of strangers
fleeing was for the love of dark christmases with pine nuts scattered through the hair of long nosed elves
fleeing was for the smart and fleeing was for the sneaky
the weak and the strongly decided
Sometimes all you can do is escape. And sometimes your soul is miles ahead of your body by the time you make the decision to leave. And for a while, you’re empty, soul-seeking. But then you’re back. And you develop a you with out a soul and with it, you’re fuller than ever.
Flee, she must. There was no question, only action. Flight under her wings and fire burning at her lungs, as deep and ragged breaths tore through her body. There was no time for regret or longing. It was all long gone as the adrenaline pulsed through her veins, setting her resolve alight.
Go. Just go. Run away. Just do it, you know how.
Just follow your most basic instinct the way you always have.
It’s good. Just do it.
Please, just leave me.
You have always been running from everything that would appear to develop importance. You know just how to do it, so why don’t you just do it now? Go.
I am sick of you and your twisted mind games.
I hate what you are, so why can’t you be yourself just one last time?
This world it can ruin you.
It can force you to crawl up and cry.
But don’t flee just yet.
Hold on to the little you have.
It can grow.
All of it can grow.
Into greatness!
I want to flee the city. Correction: I need to flee the city. There is fire in front of me, there are ashes behind me. No way of escaping. I cannot escape the city, nor the haunting memories of my dead family, the throes of my own heart.
Faulted:
blow fingers cold fingers sink heat into their surface edges
ease warmth into the shred of bone
open mouth to suck on wad of fingers
skin turned smooth with numb and sweat a slick perfume
that falls like holy water over bundled up fabric-covered skin
think of the hunters whose fur smells of animal heat
think of the fire reared up in their blood
think of the arrows pierced through their lives
arrows of gunpowder and metal,
not clean and fresh-cut wood
think of how wood is gone and now we shiver
in the drafts of eerie concrete brought to delete
the warm flickering of lives
step out from the shadow of chrysanthemums blink blink, right
step over the earth until there is no more earth
shimmy through the stretches of dirt fumbling around you
bountiful
exit the earth, and exit it’s green stalks unfurled high
exit the pretence of these green structures,
leave behind the pools of sweet water that wet your spindle feet
come away to the away where blankness overtakes
undone, this animal presence
undone, this messy human thing
i never knew what to do. i just didnt. i just ran. he told me mockingly, “flee. flee, you coward!” and i did just that. i ran. and ran. and ran… goodbye.
Flee. Fly. Flow. This words reminds me of the lyrics to a new rap song. I’ve always wanted to write and record music. Poetry is definitely a top interest of mine as well…not all styles, but the majority of them.
1flee = finding levels enumerating exist
We left.
There was nothing left nothing left
sidewalks don’t hold dreams in NYC
anymore
At a certain point
you ask yourself
what is the difference
and
you know
there is none
nothing.
left.
Quickly I decided to flee from the stranger as fast as I could. I ran as fast as I could away from there but he caught up to me. He grabbed me and forced me into the car. Then he bound me, put a blindfold over my eyes, and finally tied my legs together. I moved around and finally I felt the button for the seat belt, I quietly pressed the button and lucky for me I had my pocket knife I cut the rope and summersaulted out of the car. Then I finally was saved., I was scared but I finally made it home and hurried and ran to hug my mom who was worried sick. I stuffed down my dinner, got ready for bed, and fell into a deep and heavy sleep.
Fleeing implies a cowards way. I don’t see it that way. Fleeing gives you the best chance of survival almost always because fleeing is an act of desperation. What could make a situation so desperate that doesn’t mean that fleeing would be the optimal solution to live another day? To breathe another breath?
I sometimes am baffled at how I got here but then I remember. It was all my fault.
Fleeing is only a whisper in the back of my head. When it comes forward I am so frightened that my mind resets.
As I stood by the fire, bathing myself in the scent of smoke from trees harvested on the property, I realized it was time to go. I looked at faces, tallied up certain sexist phrases, and noted the time. With only a word said to the hostess, I made a typical silent exit. Down the road I found myself rewarded in listening to another round of “One Thing” in dark, beautiful silence.
Flee, scram, get out of here man.
It’s better out there.
You need to smell the fresh air
Get going
Be gone
Do something you’ve always wanted
You are better than you think
at whatever you start to begin
Just do what you can
Get out there, Ma’am.
It’s your time to shine
Live life before it’s gone.
you can flee from sin only wit the help of God’s promise. He is the might against a foe that cannot sand against Him. God loves you when you turn from sin and flee into His almighty arms. He will cover you and cause nothing bad to happen you. god will stand between you and sin and you will feel His strength.
I will not flee
when you need me
nor cut and run
though you’re down and out
I know you like having me
hang about
The years have been filled with his killing – every day he snuffs out a few breaths of my life – his weapons are deceit, disdain, exploitation, a sniper’s eye… And I would have fled by now if I could plan an escape – but the instant I realized what he really was, he picked off my frontal lobe
I was fleeing from the beast, that was fast approaching on my location. I ran as fast as I could to Sgt Tweed in the helicopter at the landing zone. I heard a growl and I almost fell fowl, but I managed to catch my breath and make it to the LZ before my last breath.
could it be possible for me to just not go today? Would they get mad? Would there be a punishment? What would happen? If I just didn’t go today?
When the bell chimed, she would flee.
And when the birds chirped, she would return.
It was a routine, she had been doing this for ages. It wasn’t easy leaving in the middle of loving someone precious to the world, but she had to do it. Her wings made it hard for her to stay invisible and watch him from afar, but she couldn’t help it. She knew the consequences if she got caught falling in love with a human, and it would include taking away her wings; wings were important to her, and she would do anything to not have them harmed or removed from her. After all, she was a guardian angel.
Refugees fleeing from their hometowns, from their jobs, from their whole lives. They waste everything on a chance opf a better life, even if for a minute.
Get far from me. I see you and to me it looks you would like to be on me. the urge is not shared with me. I say to you flee awy not yo flee. you are expired and not welcome in my pants any longer . be goen you and as will I.
fleeing wasn’t the goal, you weren’t there, you didn’t see what it was like to
stay. staying was the aim here, I was always staying and my feet never moved,
my little legs never fluttered,
i never wanted to flap any kind of wing, chicken wings were his favorite anyway and
we were having them for dinner so why would i head out when I could
get a full belly and a
purple eyelid, purple cheeky bruise
i’d never flee from a home-cooked meal.
They were having relationship problems. While he was at work he finished a conversation on whatsapp by saying ‘you must feel, darling’ Unfortunately he hadn’t noticed the spellcheck correct his sentence to ‘you must flee, darling.’ When he got home she had gone.
i cried more than ten oceans when you left, and now i’m drowning in them.
you fled so fast i forgot to pack you a lunch for the road.
i hope you don’t starve in that big wide world you were always so desperate to see.
When you flee, you get away as quickly as you can. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.
Of the six of us remaining – the six of us, bloodied, bruised, beaten nearly to individual pulp that still managed to breathe through one nostril and talk out of one side of the mouth – four decided to flee. Two of us didn’t. One of those two was me. I propped my aching body against the nearest wall, trying to inhale and exhale rhythmically and ignore the pain in my broken ribs. The second of the two was my little sister, trying to stop the crimson streaks still oozing from the gashes on my arms.
i’m running away from everything you left behind, but it’s not stagnant and it’s always nipping at my heels and i need to get away but there will never be a far enough place. i can still feel your breath trailing down my neck. it smells sweet but it feels like ice against my skin. i’m taking off, but you’re not here to see it.
Flee, a funny word, right? Sounds just like flea, but don’t get the two confused. Flea is a small annoying bug while, flee is, well running away from a problem, which can be pretty annoying too.
Flee? From the scene? That’s pretty much what every murder does, but not me. I stay for a little while, and look at the mess I created. The blood splatters on the wall, the heart carved out and on the floor, and a scared look, permanently sealed on the victims face. In the distance, I hear the sirens, screaming.
Flee? From the scene? That’s pretty much what every murder does, but not me. I stay for a little while, and look at the mess I created. The blood splatters on the wall, the heart carved out and on the floor, and a scared look, permanently sealed on the victims face.
Well, that’s exactly what I’m trying to do, isn’t it? Flee from him, flee from feelings, flee from hurt. I’m a mess, and not in the romantic, aestheticy way. He’s too good, too much for me, and I don’t deserve what I know I will somehow mess up. So I’ll get those nerves and that feeling of wrongness and I’ll do what I always do: flee. I’ll flee.
As soon as she heard the news of his passing, she ran. She ran from the hospital, and collapsed. Tears spilled from her eyes.
Flee from the fleas! Why yes! They carry disease and they’re taking over New York City! As of now, they tower over 40 feet! This is it, folks. Run, run for your life. Hide yo kids. Cause this is the end.
fleeing was for the sea at dawn when the boats chased it across the dreams of strangers
fleeing was for the love of dark christmases with pine nuts scattered through the hair of long nosed elves
fleeing was for the smart and fleeing was for the sneaky
the weak and the strongly decided
finally free
don’t look back
never look back
i want to flee from the exams. because i’m a little nervous with the school. if i take the exams contiunaly, maybe i will be crazy.
last days teacher said that, i must study hardly. But i’m 30 and i don’t want to study more.
I want to run
but my legs won’t take me
I want to fly
but my mind fights against me
tethered, grounded,
incomplete
I’d flee my fate
if it meant release
Sometimes all you can do is escape. And sometimes your soul is miles ahead of your body by the time you make the decision to leave. And for a while, you’re empty, soul-seeking. But then you’re back. And you develop a you with out a soul and with it, you’re fuller than ever.
Flee, she must. There was no question, only action. Flight under her wings and fire burning at her lungs, as deep and ragged breaths tore through her body. There was no time for regret or longing. It was all long gone as the adrenaline pulsed through her veins, setting her resolve alight.
Go. Just go. Run away. Just do it, you know how.
Just follow your most basic instinct the way you always have.
It’s good. Just do it.
Please, just leave me.
You have always been running from everything that would appear to develop importance. You know just how to do it, so why don’t you just do it now? Go.
I am sick of you and your twisted mind games.
I hate what you are, so why can’t you be yourself just one last time?