I remember when he left. He had taken his socks off and left them sitting on the hood of our car. I still don’t know why. I guess he had decided that dying without them on was more dignified.
I wanted to run as far as I could from this stupid house. I hated the way it smelled, the way it looked, and the way I felt in it. I wanted to run away and go to Ireland. Better yet, Italy. Somewhere far away from my family. The abusive father, the crackhead mother…. Nothing worked out for me in this stupid house. It wasn’t even a home… I had never had a home… It was just a building. A building with a group of people inside that I could not really call my family. Then I heard a crash.
to runaway is to get away.
to runaway is to hide.
we shouldn’t run away. we should face our fears. face our problems.
the thing is, most of the time, it’s a lot easier to runaway.
then i was a teenage runaway delving deeper into the world of drink drugs and prostitution, everytime i saw a big mac i had to drop my kecks and shit on the floor, why oh god why does it hurt when i pee?
She was a runaway…going nowhere as fast as she could…from her history…from her future…she was going, getting out of this town and calling for anyone who would help her on her way. It seems like time passes slower when you try to get away from some thing…and slower when life is simple, why is that?
peter pan ran away from home so he is considered a runaway. the most coolest one i might add since he will never grow old and has a fairy as a sidekick. but let us also remember that this is a metaphor for someone who has adult/ growing up issues. so yeah…maybe peter pan is not so cool after all. but kathy rigby is awesome in the musical.
The rain pounded the pavement, keeping perfect rhythm with her feet as she raced down the deserted street. She was soaking wet, with nowhere to go and only 50 dollars to her name. Where to from here? In the darkness, a neon sign appeared with the promise of coffee and doughnuts even at this ungodly hour…well, it was a start.
The child gasped, panting for breath, having just run over a couple of miles. He couldn’t believe he’d actually followed through with this, but his mind was made up. Sure, he’d be a runaway now, but there was no way he was going back to that house. He refused to subject himself to that kind of abuse, or his name wasn’t Sena.
i ran away from home when I was about 12 but only made it as far as the end of the road before I turned around and came back. Now I runaway by going on holidays and travelling as far away as possible. not that i have much to runaway from, mind, but everyone needs a bit of escapism once in a while.
Find me a cave or a hole or some place to sleep. And I’ll run like the black around your eyes when you think of leaving. Dont you feel a little ashamed? Because I do. Find me a heart or some lungs or something I’ll feel. And I’ll burn like the fire in your eyes when you forget me. Dont you feel a little ashamed? Because I do.
i ranaway from home when i was six because my mom told me that she was going to give my dog back because i was being a little bit sassy that day. i cried for 2 days straight.i only wanted to be alone. i forgave her. i ran to my dads house. i think that killed her. i don’t think shell ever forgive me.
I already got this word. I want to RUN AWAY from runaway. Runaway, runaway, runaway and save your life. Runaway, runaway, runaway if you want to survive.
I tried to be a runaway when I was in middle school, the farthest I got was the park behind our house, with a backpack full of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. NICE!
fast way around hate people why what huh not even the topic whatever blabla runaway where to? from where? why even go? not contented? i dont get it..people. hah. oh well.
I’m running away from my problems. I’m high. In this suspended state, nothing can touch me. But when the bubble pops? It’s going to be a hard fucking fall.
That is what e told me, what he wished for me to do.
Did I?
Shall I never return to my home.
They will not miss me, I know. They will not wish to see me once again. Ever.
If only I could. It is an ever-present option, yet one that I fear. The answer to my problems, or the creation of someone else’s? It is the easy way out.. I never take the easy way out.
The guard found the runaway in the First Class train. He was hiding behind a newspaper. He was wearing a bright blue Jackson 5 hat, a Tottenham T shirt, floppy brown trousers and a pair of scruffy black Doctor Martins.
I wanted to runaway once but my dad stopped me. I was not keen on house work. The dishes, washing and scrubbing the floors really got to me. If I had runaway I would have returned if I ran out of food.
I once knew a man who ran away from the life he once had. He had all he could possibly hope to have but he just threw it away. A wonderful family. A fantastic job with good pay. But no, he just ran away and disappeared from our lives. I heard from him a few months ago. He sent me an email. We spoke for a few weeks via email but eventually the conversation went silent and I haven’t heard from him since.
The second she got into my car, I could tell she was a runaway. She was young and from the smell, hadn’t bathed in days. She was going across the country; I was only going across town. She got back out of my car, hoping for a better ride. I debated calling the authorities, but in the end I didn’t. It seems like we all run away at sometime or other in our lives. I just hope she finds what she’s looking for.
that is me. Of course I don’t have the nerve to run away from everything I know, everyone that loves me, everything I myself know and love. But that is me at my core. I am a runaway.
I always wanted to runway when i was little. My sister attempted but was to successful. My mom help her pack and told her to leave if she want to go. She burst into tears.
Rage rage is such a strong word. A word i could easily express when someone or something slightly irritates me. Feel like choking hitting strangling slashing all in one. like a devil inferno. then after is a guilt feeling for what i have made of my rage. i think i have a anger problem.
the weekend is coming alast, to rest and have a blast, with the famly ofcourse, playing video games, talking, laughing with no remorse, cleaning, chowering, and school for me is what i do best.
Runaway sobs build in his chest, wailing, snot-filled howls that reach a crescendo with a hiccup. Deep breath. Violent thrashing into the seat of his truck.
And it begins all over again. Staccato cries, a Doppler affect of sadness, despair.
He
tom petty. fucking joan jett. cherie currie’s way hotter, and those jerkoff starlets made a movie about it. it’s outrageous and teenaged but it makes me so sad.
Is there only one runaway a day?
When I an away I went to the trash room of our apartment building
and hung out with a can of pringles and a few good books. Runaway is cliche, the desire to runaway is cliche and it’s not the hallmark of a “special” youth.
I’m goin’ to run away from my old life. I can’t live it anymore, so I’ll start out something new.
I’m full of joy about it, and I’m sure it’ll be great! I’m so looking forward to it.
sometimes i wish i could run away from it all. escape from what ‘is’ and turn to what’s ‘now and real’!! some things are just made out to be things they are far from when the truth is they are really alot more more special and complicated.
i want to runaway. To a better place. Does this place even exists? would like to know. I will runaway today. Go bath in the gloomy sunshine. Go see everything around me. There is magic everywhere,only if u stop and see it.
I remember when he left. He had taken his socks off and left them sitting on the hood of our car. I still don’t know why. I guess he had decided that dying without them on was more dignified.
I wanted to run as far as I could from this stupid house. I hated the way it smelled, the way it looked, and the way I felt in it. I wanted to run away and go to Ireland. Better yet, Italy. Somewhere far away from my family. The abusive father, the crackhead mother…. Nothing worked out for me in this stupid house. It wasn’t even a home… I had never had a home… It was just a building. A building with a group of people inside that I could not really call my family. Then I heard a crash.
to runaway is to get away.
to runaway is to hide.
we shouldn’t run away. we should face our fears. face our problems.
the thing is, most of the time, it’s a lot easier to runaway.
then i was a teenage runaway delving deeper into the world of drink drugs and prostitution, everytime i saw a big mac i had to drop my kecks and shit on the floor, why oh god why does it hurt when i pee?
She was a runaway…going nowhere as fast as she could…from her history…from her future…she was going, getting out of this town and calling for anyone who would help her on her way. It seems like time passes slower when you try to get away from some thing…and slower when life is simple, why is that?
peter pan ran away from home so he is considered a runaway. the most coolest one i might add since he will never grow old and has a fairy as a sidekick. but let us also remember that this is a metaphor for someone who has adult/ growing up issues. so yeah…maybe peter pan is not so cool after all. but kathy rigby is awesome in the musical.
The rain pounded the pavement, keeping perfect rhythm with her feet as she raced down the deserted street. She was soaking wet, with nowhere to go and only 50 dollars to her name. Where to from here? In the darkness, a neon sign appeared with the promise of coffee and doughnuts even at this ungodly hour…well, it was a start.
The child gasped, panting for breath, having just run over a couple of miles. He couldn’t believe he’d actually followed through with this, but his mind was made up. Sure, he’d be a runaway now, but there was no way he was going back to that house. He refused to subject himself to that kind of abuse, or his name wasn’t Sena.
i ran away from home when I was about 12 but only made it as far as the end of the road before I turned around and came back. Now I runaway by going on holidays and travelling as far away as possible. not that i have much to runaway from, mind, but everyone needs a bit of escapism once in a while.
Find me a cave or a hole or some place to sleep. And I’ll run like the black around your eyes when you think of leaving. Dont you feel a little ashamed? Because I do. Find me a heart or some lungs or something I’ll feel. And I’ll burn like the fire in your eyes when you forget me. Dont you feel a little ashamed? Because I do.
i ranaway from home when i was six because my mom told me that she was going to give my dog back because i was being a little bit sassy that day. i cried for 2 days straight.i only wanted to be alone. i forgave her. i ran to my dads house. i think that killed her. i don’t think shell ever forgive me.
A more intentious away than most. rather than getting away, it has more umph.
I already got this word. I want to RUN AWAY from runaway. Runaway, runaway, runaway and save your life. Runaway, runaway, runaway if you want to survive.
I tried to be a runaway when I was in middle school, the farthest I got was the park behind our house, with a backpack full of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. NICE!
fast way around hate people why what huh not even the topic whatever blabla runaway where to? from where? why even go? not contented? i dont get it..people. hah. oh well.
I’m running away from my problems. I’m high. In this suspended state, nothing can touch me. But when the bubble pops? It’s going to be a hard fucking fall.
Runaway, and never come back.
That is what e told me, what he wished for me to do.
Did I?
Shall I never return to my home.
They will not miss me, I know. They will not wish to see me once again. Ever.
I am alone.
And I have ran away.
If only I could. It is an ever-present option, yet one that I fear. The answer to my problems, or the creation of someone else’s? It is the easy way out.. I never take the easy way out.
The guard found the runaway in the First Class train. He was hiding behind a newspaper. He was wearing a bright blue Jackson 5 hat, a Tottenham T shirt, floppy brown trousers and a pair of scruffy black Doctor Martins.
run away from your house. Makes me think of train hoppers. Dirty beards and damaged backpacks, mystery.
Tales that will probobly never be told, people who are forgotten.
Runaway, rather than to run away.
a person, rather than an act.
Lost
I wanted to runaway once but my dad stopped me. I was not keen on house work. The dishes, washing and scrubbing the floors really got to me. If I had runaway I would have returned if I ran out of food.
I once knew a man who ran away from the life he once had. He had all he could possibly hope to have but he just threw it away. A wonderful family. A fantastic job with good pay. But no, he just ran away and disappeared from our lives. I heard from him a few months ago. He sent me an email. We spoke for a few weeks via email but eventually the conversation went silent and I haven’t heard from him since.
The second she got into my car, I could tell she was a runaway. She was young and from the smell, hadn’t bathed in days. She was going across the country; I was only going across town. She got back out of my car, hoping for a better ride. I debated calling the authorities, but in the end I didn’t. It seems like we all run away at sometime or other in our lives. I just hope she finds what she’s looking for.
that is me. Of course I don’t have the nerve to run away from everything I know, everyone that loves me, everything I myself know and love. But that is me at my core. I am a runaway.
I always wanted to runway when i was little. My sister attempted but was to successful. My mom help her pack and told her to leave if she want to go. She burst into tears.
Rage rage is such a strong word. A word i could easily express when someone or something slightly irritates me. Feel like choking hitting strangling slashing all in one. like a devil inferno. then after is a guilt feeling for what i have made of my rage. i think i have a anger problem.
And you learn
The awful truth,
So you hide,
you runaway,
but you’ll come back.
You always do.
It’s a habit,
you can’t help it.
You just do.
the weekend is coming alast, to rest and have a blast, with the famly ofcourse, playing video games, talking, laughing with no remorse, cleaning, chowering, and school for me is what i do best.
bride left me again. Is that the story of my life? I will run over the cliff as long as I live since I know there is a safety net called love beneath.
“why don’t we just run away? baby are you downdowndowndowndown… even if the sky is falling down.”
God, I love that song. So, SO much.
Nick doesn’t like it. Oh freaking well. He won’t be able to to get in my head.
Runaway sobs build in his chest, wailing, snot-filled howls that reach a crescendo with a hiccup. Deep breath. Violent thrashing into the seat of his truck.
And it begins all over again. Staccato cries, a Doppler affect of sadness, despair.
He
someone who wants to escape. live, experience new things.
tom petty. fucking joan jett. cherie currie’s way hotter, and those jerkoff starlets made a movie about it. it’s outrageous and teenaged but it makes me so sad.
Is there only one runaway a day?
When I an away I went to the trash room of our apartment building
and hung out with a can of pringles and a few good books. Runaway is cliche, the desire to runaway is cliche and it’s not the hallmark of a “special” youth.
Escape
go
leave this place and never return
Can you leave?
CAN YOU?
Runway
No regrets.
get away.
go
Escape.
I’m goin’ to run away from my old life. I can’t live it anymore, so I’ll start out something new.
I’m full of joy about it, and I’m sure it’ll be great! I’m so looking forward to it.
sometimes i wish i could run away from it all. escape from what ‘is’ and turn to what’s ‘now and real’!! some things are just made out to be things they are far from when the truth is they are really alot more more special and complicated.
I would love to runaway to a world where time means nothing.
i want to runaway. To a better place. Does this place even exists? would like to know. I will runaway today. Go bath in the gloomy sunshine. Go see everything around me. There is magic everywhere,only if u stop and see it.
A would be runaway, he was continually daydreaming of ways to disappear, vanish, vamoose, get off the grid.