Often when I dream i try run away. but in a dream you can’t run from you fears because they are always as fast as you. when they get you you can be shure: you will wake up!
So I did and the machines caught me. Their pincers grabbed my leg and the thumb pierced my ankle. He held me upside down like a child who found a crab for the first time. My pearl necklace hung like a one-tacked parade banner.
She ran as fast as she could, blood pumping, fists waving wildly through the breeze. The hair on her legs poked out at odd angles, she felt it through her goosebumps. As warm as her chest felt, her legs and arms were almost numb with cold.
And fear.
She put foot to ground again, this time coming down on a rock and she stumbled. Fell. Hit the ground with an echoing thud.
I dont really like to run, though I have to do it for my job. Sometimes I catch a thief, and then I have to chase them down. I tackled this kid extra hard once because he made me chase him 3 blocks in the 95 degree Florida summer weather. I also like to say “I’ve had a good run”. Because I think I have. Time is running out for me to write about run, irony no?
I run because I want to. I run when I’m tired. I run, but I am old.
It is an addiction- like a powerful narcotic, pumping through my veins, I can feel it take over my muscles, as they support my bones, my frame. The pain from my nerve endings. The throbbing in my head…
Run to your dreams, because not everyone has that opportunity. Make sure that you follow the path that you feel is what you want to do. Once you are on that path, keep running. Do not stop for anything that it not beneficial to you. You have done your best and should continue on the road where you have started.
I like to take a long run in the cool morning air. I seem to always find myself on some sort of adventure too. Yesterday was 1 of the most interesting though. It was about 5:30am and I was probably 1 mile into the run when I heard this scream.
I hate to run. It’s hard for me. I read an article saying some people are built to be runners, and other are built to be earth movers. I am an earth mover.
i want to run very far until i can’t breath and my legs give out on me. its not because im trying to run away or anything. i just like the feeling. the feel of the wind on my face in through my hair. i like the sound my feet make when i run. the way my breath comes out in a stead beat and rhythm
run
run jane as fast as you can. run til they catch you
keep breathing, though the air is burning your throat, your tongue is dry and your feet hurt.
Run, run, see spot, pick him up and run with him.
take him with you
he’ll run too once you get tired
maybe he’ll carry you
maybe if you’re lucky
run, run, run
never run away from your responsibilities they are the part of the life and one should enjoy fullfiling responsibilities rather running away from them. I would try to always
Each night I try to outrun my nightmares. The huge black pointed shadows race after me, chase me over each hill and to the next. How could a place with no sunlight shower shadows so big? The only thing my mind will translate thoughts to is; run, run, run.
makes me think of kites and the wind and the cool breeze blowing by my cheeks. Perhaps I could simply run away out of this place, away from the people I know and the places I live in, to somewhere I can be alone.
i ran until i couldn’t breathe. the sticky sweetness of summer clung like beads of sweat on my brow and ran down my face like tears. it’s mayfly season and their song is deafening.
Running, running, running. Unable to stop. Feet hitting the ground with a dull thud. Blood rushing in her ears. She turned, looking back and stumbling, trying to escape. She took a right, down an alley, a left, down a street. And then, nothing. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to run. Like a rat in a cage. God, how she wished she could keep running.
I have never been able to run, but lately have been trying to change all that. I run until I cough. I run even though I can feel the fat on my hips jiggle. And as I push past sedentary for the first time ever, I can’t help but wonder: was this always a mental game? Am I pushing with my thighs and lungs or my head and heart?
Run as far as you possibly can from everything you have dealt with. Today, Yesterday, Tomorrow. You will always fail whether in your own eyes or someone else’s, you will never be good enough. Run far and fast and never stop. Keep going until someone forces you to stop. Who ever that is, who ever cares enough to stop you and keep you close to them is the one you might actually care enough about to stop running forever.
There are many things that run. People, cars, animals, noses, even time feels like it runs sometimes. As for the physical activity though, I think I’ll just pass.
away. fast. as fast as I can. Free your mind, leave everything behind you. I see luca watching and cannot reach me. I feel strong and proud. Come catch me, if your really want and really dare. I am running, not waiting! Go, run with me!
I started dodging all the spears and swords that were being thrown at me. I couldn’t see very clearly through all the chaos. Fire was raising out of from the back of the lines while I blood was spilling in the air from swordplay. I felt my end coming near as a felt a sharp pain piece my back.
katie ran. she ran as if she didnt notice the stares from all of the men she passed. she ran, knowing that in her tight spandex shorts with the 2-inch inseam and her sexy white sports bra that she was the hottest thing on the pavement. camel toe? check. cleavage? check. she was the bomb about to be dropped on the world and she knew it. hair pulled back in a ponytail to show her beautiful face, her tight stomach flexing taught muscle as her core twists–this was ecstasy for more than one individual.
Run to me, run away, for I will run anyway. When the running stops, the running ran to a roadblock. Yes, a roadblock that has stopped the running of my thought. I ran so far, so near, run to run and run again.
It was the end of the road for janie timmons. she knew it. shoes, ponytail, spandex shorts and a cutoff tight-t. this was it. as she pushed through the screen door she felt it would be her last push, her last breaking-on-through moment forever. it was true, but she was a girl who knew where she was going.
i have always wanted to run as fast as i could off the side of anything that was taller than the tallest building imaginable. i don’t really want to land i just want to fall forever or until i grow sick of it. the only thing that would grow sick of is seeing all the same things fall past me but since the world is always changing, why wouldn’t my sights? i am glad i am not blind.
Run. The word reminds me of a race or when I am running in football. It also is scary because you usually run from things you are scared of or Run to something you want. It’s desire and emotion it’s hard and soft. Calming and rage.
I’m so glad I’m running on time. It’d be awful if I was late again. I was sitting there eating my breakfast when I noticed this good looking guy run by the house. I had to pause and watch. I could not not watch. Wow, I thought. Does he live around here somewhere? I wondered about that for the longest time. It was cracy the thoughts racing through m
She told me to run,
run as far away as I could get
until the stars were foreign and danced in strange lines
than drunken loops of dervishes that I grew up under.
I let go of her hand, as per request,
but I didn’t run,
I never run,
I only run towards my destiny,
and never away from misery.
I peeled the flesh off and found dated code,
I found my holes and I found the wounds from ages ago
the scabs still itched.
why did run have to be the word? I know Mr. Simmons, whose stage name is Run. Actually, run is a versatile word. It covers your legs and your nose. It covers dynasties in sports. It covers other streaks, like in stockings. In Baseball, it is the only score in all of sports! Whereas in other sports, it is what you may have to do to score.
run fast faster faster concrete pavement flying by sidewalk street grass fast out of breath lines of sidewalk shoes running shoes tennis shoes tennis ball yellow neon bounce tennis court dakota hatred anger resentment
moonlight early morning run
i hate runnign it just plain suck i have this problem where i cant breathe ti makes e chest hurt i hate timed thisng the make me ruch and i cant think like when i run my sister likes to run
The ball came barreling down on me. the people around me were all screaming something but I couldn’t. I was frozen. As was time, for a moment. the blades of grass collapsed under my weight. ants, who could do as I couldn’t, were still crushed. all because of something I couldn’t do.
I run all around town. I can only think about how far I can get. Where am I running to? Does anyone know? Perhaps I’m running from life as I know it. Perhaps I’m running away from everything that is good in the world. It is a possibility that I will run and run and never look back. Should I stop or continue to sprint?
One word – one word is all that’s required. So many truths – hurt – and joys have been birthed via that one, single, simple word.
And that word is any word.
And sometimes, you don’t even need to say the word – as you’re betrayed by yourself anyway.
Often when I dream i try run away. but in a dream you can’t run from you fears because they are always as fast as you. when they get you you can be shure: you will wake up!
So I did and the machines caught me. Their pincers grabbed my leg and the thumb pierced my ankle. He held me upside down like a child who found a crab for the first time. My pearl necklace hung like a one-tacked parade banner.
give me your hand
and trust me to take care of you
run away with me
to a place of neverending dreams
She ran as fast as she could, blood pumping, fists waving wildly through the breeze. The hair on her legs poked out at odd angles, she felt it through her goosebumps. As warm as her chest felt, her legs and arms were almost numb with cold.
And fear.
She put foot to ground again, this time coming down on a rock and she stumbled. Fell. Hit the ground with an echoing thud.
Her heart stopped beating.
i love to run.
i havent done it that much.
but its so much more than excersise.
i dont what it is about it. that makes me feel so powerful
i guess its that i am self sufficient
and if i were ever in a situation that i needed to run away, and had no car, then i could.
i had a dream about running last night actually… more a nightmare though.
i couldnt catch up with this car… eh i would love to tell you about it but my time is up.
I dont really like to run, though I have to do it for my job. Sometimes I catch a thief, and then I have to chase them down. I tackled this kid extra hard once because he made me chase him 3 blocks in the 95 degree Florida summer weather. I also like to say “I’ve had a good run”. Because I think I have. Time is running out for me to write about run, irony no?
I run because I want to. I run when I’m tired. I run, but I am old.
It is an addiction- like a powerful narcotic, pumping through my veins, I can feel it take over my muscles, as they support my bones, my frame. The pain from my nerve endings. The throbbing in my head…
Run to your dreams, because not everyone has that opportunity. Make sure that you follow the path that you feel is what you want to do. Once you are on that path, keep running. Do not stop for anything that it not beneficial to you. You have done your best and should continue on the road where you have started.
I like to take a long run in the cool morning air. I seem to always find myself on some sort of adventure too. Yesterday was 1 of the most interesting though. It was about 5:30am and I was probably 1 mile into the run when I heard this scream.
I hate to run. It’s hard for me. I read an article saying some people are built to be runners, and other are built to be earth movers. I am an earth mover.
i want to run very far until i can’t breath and my legs give out on me. its not because im trying to run away or anything. i just like the feeling. the feel of the wind on my face in through my hair. i like the sound my feet make when i run. the way my breath comes out in a stead beat and rhythm
run
run jane as fast as you can. run til they catch you
keep breathing, though the air is burning your throat, your tongue is dry and your feet hurt.
Run, run, see spot, pick him up and run with him.
take him with you
he’ll run too once you get tired
maybe he’ll carry you
maybe if you’re lucky
run, run, run
I ran…slut.
All I did was love you
and you ran the other way
you run from me whom you said YOU love
and now I alone here stay
You crushed me with your running
Could you not stay for me?
Was my love really all that scary
That run from me would he
never run away from your responsibilities they are the part of the life and one should enjoy fullfiling responsibilities rather running away from them. I would try to always
Each night I try to outrun my nightmares. The huge black pointed shadows race after me, chase me over each hill and to the next. How could a place with no sunlight shower shadows so big? The only thing my mind will translate thoughts to is; run, run, run.
I used to run 5 miles day.
It was something I never thought I could do, but I did.
I was so self confident.
I was happier then.
I hate that I had to stop.
But, I know I can start again.
Can’t I?
makes me think of kites and the wind and the cool breeze blowing by my cheeks. Perhaps I could simply run away out of this place, away from the people I know and the places I live in, to somewhere I can be alone.
i ran until i couldn’t breathe. the sticky sweetness of summer clung like beads of sweat on my brow and ran down my face like tears. it’s mayfly season and their song is deafening.
Running, running, running. Unable to stop. Feet hitting the ground with a dull thud. Blood rushing in her ears. She turned, looking back and stumbling, trying to escape. She took a right, down an alley, a left, down a street. And then, nothing. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to run. Like a rat in a cage. God, how she wished she could keep running.
I have never been able to run, but lately have been trying to change all that. I run until I cough. I run even though I can feel the fat on my hips jiggle. And as I push past sedentary for the first time ever, I can’t help but wonder: was this always a mental game? Am I pushing with my thighs and lungs or my head and heart?
Run as far as you possibly can from everything you have dealt with. Today, Yesterday, Tomorrow. You will always fail whether in your own eyes or someone else’s, you will never be good enough. Run far and fast and never stop. Keep going until someone forces you to stop. Who ever that is, who ever cares enough to stop you and keep you close to them is the one you might actually care enough about to stop running forever.
There are many things that run. People, cars, animals, noses, even time feels like it runs sometimes. As for the physical activity though, I think I’ll just pass.
away. fast. as fast as I can. Free your mind, leave everything behind you. I see luca watching and cannot reach me. I feel strong and proud. Come catch me, if your really want and really dare. I am running, not waiting! Go, run with me!
I started dodging all the spears and swords that were being thrown at me. I couldn’t see very clearly through all the chaos. Fire was raising out of from the back of the lines while I blood was spilling in the air from swordplay. I felt my end coming near as a felt a sharp pain piece my back.
katie ran. she ran as if she didnt notice the stares from all of the men she passed. she ran, knowing that in her tight spandex shorts with the 2-inch inseam and her sexy white sports bra that she was the hottest thing on the pavement. camel toe? check. cleavage? check. she was the bomb about to be dropped on the world and she knew it. hair pulled back in a ponytail to show her beautiful face, her tight stomach flexing taught muscle as her core twists–this was ecstasy for more than one individual.
Run to me, run away, for I will run anyway. When the running stops, the running ran to a roadblock. Yes, a roadblock that has stopped the running of my thought. I ran so far, so near, run to run and run again.
“quiet. They can hear us.”
Rushed footsteps could be heard not very far from where we were hiding.
“Quiet now. okay. Don’t think. RUN!”
It was the end of the road for janie timmons. she knew it. shoes, ponytail, spandex shorts and a cutoff tight-t. this was it. as she pushed through the screen door she felt it would be her last push, her last breaking-on-through moment forever. it was true, but she was a girl who knew where she was going.
i have always wanted to run as fast as i could off the side of anything that was taller than the tallest building imaginable. i don’t really want to land i just want to fall forever or until i grow sick of it. the only thing that would grow sick of is seeing all the same things fall past me but since the world is always changing, why wouldn’t my sights? i am glad i am not blind.
Run. The word reminds me of a race or when I am running in football. It also is scary because you usually run from things you are scared of or Run to something you want. It’s desire and emotion it’s hard and soft. Calming and rage.
I’m so glad I’m running on time. It’d be awful if I was late again. I was sitting there eating my breakfast when I noticed this good looking guy run by the house. I had to pause and watch. I could not not watch. Wow, I thought. Does he live around here somewhere? I wondered about that for the longest time. It was cracy the thoughts racing through m
She told me to run,
run as far away as I could get
until the stars were foreign and danced in strange lines
than drunken loops of dervishes that I grew up under.
I let go of her hand, as per request,
but I didn’t run,
I never run,
I only run towards my destiny,
and never away from misery.
I peeled the flesh off and found dated code,
I found my holes and I found the wounds from ages ago
the scabs still itched.
said the man with the gun. So run I did. That was the first and last time I ever won a race. Two weeks later I’d be dead.
why did run have to be the word? I know Mr. Simmons, whose stage name is Run. Actually, run is a versatile word. It covers your legs and your nose. It covers dynasties in sports. It covers other streaks, like in stockings. In Baseball, it is the only score in all of sports! Whereas in other sports, it is what you may have to do to score.
run fast faster faster concrete pavement flying by sidewalk street grass fast out of breath lines of sidewalk shoes running shoes tennis shoes tennis ball yellow neon bounce tennis court dakota hatred anger resentment
moonlight early morning run
i hate runnign it just plain suck i have this problem where i cant breathe ti makes e chest hurt i hate timed thisng the make me ruch and i cant think like when i run my sister likes to run
The ball came barreling down on me. the people around me were all screaming something but I couldn’t. I was frozen. As was time, for a moment. the blades of grass collapsed under my weight. ants, who could do as I couldn’t, were still crushed. all because of something I couldn’t do.
I run all around town. I can only think about how far I can get. Where am I running to? Does anyone know? Perhaps I’m running from life as I know it. Perhaps I’m running away from everything that is good in the world. It is a possibility that I will run and run and never look back. Should I stop or continue to sprint?