the art of moving faster than walking would achieve. Moving your legs in such a way that you get to your destination a little bit quicker than you would have done if you had chosen to walk. If you are lazy then running is over-rated – walking is a lot better
Lightning racing up his legs. Heart thumping so wildly, waves of nausea crash over his brain. Not enough air… not enough air enters his lungs and he gasps.
I am chasing my sister
then she is grown up
i am still chasing her
she is better at running though, always was
now i can’t even see her most of the time
i wish i was better at running
i feel too big too heavy
run run run baby run i don’t know why i’m running but i’m still running why am i doing this i am running somewhere but i don’t know where i’m running i don’t know why i’m running i’m just running and running and running. i’ve been running since i was born.
When I think about my life, it’s full of me just running away but no matter how far I get there’s nothing at the end and nothing that I’m running from. Running pointlessly is pretty pointless I suppose but I can’t stop.
“run” she said. So I did. Or at least I tried. I thought it’d be fairly simple to get away. Turn around and then it’d all be over. There was this time I’d seen her look at me like my skin would turn to paper.
i don;t like to run, but i do it anyway to stay in shape. some people run from the cops, i think that those people are generally bad, but maybe they didnt do anything in the first place and they are being framed for a crime. that must be a tough run. sometimes my feet hurt after I run. someti
The water running gently along as she lay on the river bank, soothed and healed her spirit. If only she could stay here forever, thinking of nothing, just floating along with the river.
His mind pounded along with his heart. Run, run, it said, run as far away as possible. How could he leave the one he loved lying in the pool of blood outside the door. But he must go, far, far away. Get away. Run, run.
not run not nun for none of us is alive of us to run in place for we are out of place, in summer of delayed ships. pirate ships and relationships, arg we are followed by our own shadows of the past.
He would run if he could-if he knew it to be the path to be taken. Like the rest of his life, a mere molecule of water joining the rest. On the surface of the water, desperately waiting for an impact…
I think of a song playing from a long time ago, when I was about eight. The song had a video showing mist smothering a black and white city that looked like something straight out of a Japanese anime, set in the progressive era. There were white clouds everywhere, all there was is white and black, but it’s the song behind it that made the colors stand out so brightly.
Running IN Place. That’s what describes what I feel at this very moment in time. Stuck in a position that I’ve never felt at home in. Stuck listening to other people babble on about the useless and the sick and disturbing and useless. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t. I own my life now. I run on my own. I run alone. I run. I run away.
i dont really like to run just to run. i think that its important to stay in shape and have a healthy body but running is just so boring. i loke to exercise with a ball. i like running for a reason, like a cure for cancer, or the winning goal
i ran so far away in my heart, but ever and ever he calls me back to him. the urge to sprint back into his arms is overwhelming and the wind tears at my heart to turn back, to leave my new ‘love’ and to rush with all my passion back to the one for whom the pulses beat so rhythmically… but i can’t run. i’m trapped.
i hate running. always so out of breath, pain in my chests and sides and my heart beating like it wants to escape from my chest. I always did the 200 metres in school though. and came third. Running is good when you want to feel free
Breeze flowing by your head, hair flowing back. Never wanting to stop. Always going forward. Determination. Sport. Athleticism. Fear. Scared of what may catch you, what is behind you. Meeting one you love, not wanting to waste any time. Never wanting to slow down, always pushing forward. Limitless energy.
i couldn’t help but run away. she was chasing me and i almost tripped over my feet. we were playing, laughing. i was 6 and she was 7. my best friend in the entire world.
suddenly i woke from my dream. rememebering we were older, she was gone, and i was nearing my 90s. if only, i could run around with her again, like nothing else mattered.
Run is a song by the group Air. It’s creepy. Lots of echoey instumental effects and chanting in the background. However, when I hear the word “run”, my mind comes up with a very different impression–something like the feeling of soaring through sky with nothing there to pull you down.
i ran over to the tree and sat down and ate some chocolate cake. it came from a mug. acorns were falling down on my head. i got up and ran again to another tree with apples. i reached up to grab one and ate it. a worm poped out of it so i threw it away. then i began to run, faster andfaster and faster until i reached someones house. i went in, and ran down the hallway and into a room, and flopped onto the bed.
I hate to run my knees feel weak and I can’t breathe I just keep going and going waiting for the opportunity toi either puke stop or die. Why am I running? It’s not like I’m unfit, just something about the repitition drives me crazy
“Run!” she screamed and I did.
I couldn’t see what the hell was going on, but I could hear the grinding of metal on metal, of globs of gelatinous goo splashing all around. I didn’t want to see. I closed my eyes and ran.
I was running. Faster thatn everI had been before. That thing was behind me and I had to get away, away from it. The eyes, the smile. Impeccable lips. I couldn’t take it anymore.
He was running as fast as he possibly could. It was almost as though there was nothing holding him back, no clothes, no shoes, no soul, no body. He was just flying. It could not be explained. Even he could not explain this feeling of weightlessness. Suddenly, all was free and all was clear. He floated up to the sky, a rocket without fuel.
i flee from my past,running to the future which longs to embrace me with open arms,I am running,panting,i stumble…i fall…my future..yonder…will i reach it.Running my life to he ground.
i ran away from home when i was 12. i didn’t look back, all i did was run, run, run as fast as i could. my father was a bastard and my mother was an angel with too much to lose. i went back eventually, but the magic in my shoes kept me traveling for the rest of my life.
I ran hard, I ran fast, never stopping, always breathing. Time flew by as the houses flew faster. I ran from my problems, I ran from my past. Things catching up to me and things left behind in the dust- as I run, it begins to rain. It’s as though a higher power had said, “Son, be purified and reborn.” Or at least that’s what I’d think if I wasn’t a hardcore atheist. Mother never liked that.
To Run in the rain… Charlie ran like there was no tomorrow. The storm raged around him, the rain pelting him, along with the dime sized hail stones.
Thunder boomed overhead but still he ran, matching the streaks of lightning with each step he took. he would never be able to escape from them only hope to hide from them
As fast as you can. Under the chimney of an old house, in the attic, beneath the sky on some moonless night, and there’s a doll, who’s lavender dress speaks to me and reminds me of the things I lost in you. Of that time when we were everything and died a little each night we were apart . But that was childhood, and the perfection of it is still lingering with me, to let me know by a sweet and cruel comparison that nothing is equal to it again.
“Run!” is often said by Dr Who. He grabs your hand and off you go, to save the world. What a healthy job it must be to be the doctors companion. But the again you would be in danger most of the time. but the running is good, though. :)
I walked into the forest with a huge bear next to me. The bear sat down and began to eat honey, with carrots on the side. I smiled and tried to have a carrot too, but he made me dip them in honey. He got angry when I did not like the combination and ran away.
It hit. It hit me and I ran. I just took off. I just hit the ground running and never looked back. I didn’t want to. It wasn’t my place to turn my head and wonder what could have been. I just let my legs go as fast as they possibly could for as long as they could…and then I fell.
the art of moving faster than walking would achieve. Moving your legs in such a way that you get to your destination a little bit quicker than you would have done if you had chosen to walk. If you are lazy then running is over-rated – walking is a lot better
Lightning racing up his legs. Heart thumping so wildly, waves of nausea crash over his brain. Not enough air… not enough air enters his lungs and he gasps.
I am chasing my sister
then she is grown up
i am still chasing her
she is better at running though, always was
now i can’t even see her most of the time
i wish i was better at running
i feel too big too heavy
i regret so many things that
run run run baby run i don’t know why i’m running but i’m still running why am i doing this i am running somewhere but i don’t know where i’m running i don’t know why i’m running i’m just running and running and running. i’ve been running since i was born.
running away from
goodness knows what
It’s frustrating!
never knowing
what’s after you
but you HAVE to run,
no choice in the matter
what’s after me?
I am so scared that
I’m sweating the small stuff
“run! run! run!” you shout as you loop around the room.
When I think about my life, it’s full of me just running away but no matter how far I get there’s nothing at the end and nothing that I’m running from. Running pointlessly is pretty pointless I suppose but I can’t stop.
run run, as fast as you can. you’ll never catch me i’m the gingerbread man..
is what i learned in 6th grade
“run” she said. So I did. Or at least I tried. I thought it’d be fairly simple to get away. Turn around and then it’d all be over. There was this time I’d seen her look at me like my skin would turn to paper.
My bottom runs with a nastiness I’ve never experienced before. Runny noses are nothing compared to a runny bottom. I’ve finished my run.
i don;t like to run, but i do it anyway to stay in shape. some people run from the cops, i think that those people are generally bad, but maybe they didnt do anything in the first place and they are being framed for a crime. that must be a tough run. sometimes my feet hurt after I run. someti
The water running gently along as she lay on the river bank, soothed and healed her spirit. If only she could stay here forever, thinking of nothing, just floating along with the river.
His mind pounded along with his heart. Run, run, it said, run as far away as possible. How could he leave the one he loved lying in the pool of blood outside the door. But he must go, far, far away. Get away. Run, run.
not run not nun for none of us is alive of us to run in place for we are out of place, in summer of delayed ships. pirate ships and relationships, arg we are followed by our own shadows of the past.
Slow or fast?
He would run if he could-if he knew it to be the path to be taken. Like the rest of his life, a mere molecule of water joining the rest. On the surface of the water, desperately waiting for an impact…
I think of a song playing from a long time ago, when I was about eight. The song had a video showing mist smothering a black and white city that looked like something straight out of a Japanese anime, set in the progressive era. There were white clouds everywhere, all there was is white and black, but it’s the song behind it that made the colors stand out so brightly.
Running IN Place. That’s what describes what I feel at this very moment in time. Stuck in a position that I’ve never felt at home in. Stuck listening to other people babble on about the useless and the sick and disturbing and useless. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t. I own my life now. I run on my own. I run alone. I run. I run away.
i dont really like to run just to run. i think that its important to stay in shape and have a healthy body but running is just so boring. i loke to exercise with a ball. i like running for a reason, like a cure for cancer, or the winning goal
i ran so far away in my heart, but ever and ever he calls me back to him. the urge to sprint back into his arms is overwhelming and the wind tears at my heart to turn back, to leave my new ‘love’ and to rush with all my passion back to the one for whom the pulses beat so rhythmically… but i can’t run. i’m trapped.
i hate running. always so out of breath, pain in my chests and sides and my heart beating like it wants to escape from my chest. I always did the 200 metres in school though. and came third. Running is good when you want to feel free
Breeze flowing by your head, hair flowing back. Never wanting to stop. Always going forward. Determination. Sport. Athleticism. Fear. Scared of what may catch you, what is behind you. Meeting one you love, not wanting to waste any time. Never wanting to slow down, always pushing forward. Limitless energy.
“Run!” Tom screamed, but it was too late. It had happened.
When the dust finally settled it was clear she had not survived.
i couldn’t help but run away. she was chasing me and i almost tripped over my feet. we were playing, laughing. i was 6 and she was 7. my best friend in the entire world.
suddenly i woke from my dream. rememebering we were older, she was gone, and i was nearing my 90s. if only, i could run around with her again, like nothing else mattered.
Run is a song by the group Air. It’s creepy. Lots of echoey instumental effects and chanting in the background. However, when I hear the word “run”, my mind comes up with a very different impression–something like the feeling of soaring through sky with nothing there to pull you down.
i ran over to the tree and sat down and ate some chocolate cake. it came from a mug. acorns were falling down on my head. i got up and ran again to another tree with apples. i reached up to grab one and ate it. a worm poped out of it so i threw it away. then i began to run, faster andfaster and faster until i reached someones house. i went in, and ran down the hallway and into a room, and flopped onto the bed.
I hate to run my knees feel weak and I can’t breathe I just keep going and going waiting for the opportunity toi either puke stop or die. Why am I running? It’s not like I’m unfit, just something about the repitition drives me crazy
“Run!” she screamed and I did.
I couldn’t see what the hell was going on, but I could hear the grinding of metal on metal, of globs of gelatinous goo splashing all around. I didn’t want to see. I closed my eyes and ran.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. weeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was running. Faster thatn everI had been before. That thing was behind me and I had to get away, away from it. The eyes, the smile. Impeccable lips. I couldn’t take it anymore.
then I tripped. oh shit I tripped. What now?
He was running as fast as he possibly could. It was almost as though there was nothing holding him back, no clothes, no shoes, no soul, no body. He was just flying. It could not be explained. Even he could not explain this feeling of weightlessness. Suddenly, all was free and all was clear. He floated up to the sky, a rocket without fuel.
run.
i’m running aren’t i?
running from what’s right.
running from what i’ve established.
running from the life i’ve built.
is that that truth?
or am i really running to a new place.
running to opportunity.
running to the rest of my life.
i run.
not away from anything
but toward something real.
i flee from my past,running to the future which longs to embrace me with open arms,I am running,panting,i stumble…i fall…my future..yonder…will i reach it.Running my life to he ground.
i ran away from home when i was 12. i didn’t look back, all i did was run, run, run as fast as i could. my father was a bastard and my mother was an angel with too much to lose. i went back eventually, but the magic in my shoes kept me traveling for the rest of my life.
I ran hard, I ran fast, never stopping, always breathing. Time flew by as the houses flew faster. I ran from my problems, I ran from my past. Things catching up to me and things left behind in the dust- as I run, it begins to rain. It’s as though a higher power had said, “Son, be purified and reborn.” Or at least that’s what I’d think if I wasn’t a hardcore atheist. Mother never liked that.
To Run in the rain… Charlie ran like there was no tomorrow. The storm raged around him, the rain pelting him, along with the dime sized hail stones.
Thunder boomed overhead but still he ran, matching the streaks of lightning with each step he took. he would never be able to escape from them only hope to hide from them
As fast as you can. Under the chimney of an old house, in the attic, beneath the sky on some moonless night, and there’s a doll, who’s lavender dress speaks to me and reminds me of the things I lost in you. Of that time when we were everything and died a little each night we were apart . But that was childhood, and the perfection of it is still lingering with me, to let me know by a sweet and cruel comparison that nothing is equal to it again.
“Run!” is often said by Dr Who. He grabs your hand and off you go, to save the world. What a healthy job it must be to be the doctors companion. But the again you would be in danger most of the time. but the running is good, though. :)
I walked into the forest with a huge bear next to me. The bear sat down and began to eat honey, with carrots on the side. I smiled and tried to have a carrot too, but he made me dip them in honey. He got angry when I did not like the combination and ran away.
It hit. It hit me and I ran. I just took off. I just hit the ground running and never looked back. I didn’t want to. It wasn’t my place to turn my head and wonder what could have been. I just let my legs go as fast as they possibly could for as long as they could…and then I fell.