Runaway makes me think lonely and cold. It makes me think of streets at midnight in the biting cold and chapped hands. It makes me think of loud drunken shouting in alleyways and you’re scared because you don’t know who is around the next corner and what, if anything, they’ll want from you. I’m scared of being that alone and isolated. I’m scared of being so sad you have to run.
runaway far away as fast as you can.
i want to runaway to a far away land.
a land where sun and sand are right at hand.
runaway runaway far far far.
runaway until you don’t know where you are.
wow, what a word. I remember the first time I ran away, I was twelve and convinced to do so by a 28 year old man that worked for my parents. I was with him for 4 days and the whole time all I wanted was to go home.
There was another man, after. He told me he knew I would run away again, because “Once you start, you never stop” he was right.
runaway from fucking everything/ i can run away from you and yor infectious laugh and your piercing eyes. i can run away from your gaze adn your touch and i can run away from it all. i can run away from your lips but i surely wouldn’t get too far. for i am here and i am helpless and hopeless and infected.
The young runaway stared intently down the aisle. She knew that face at the end. She’d seen it before. If only she could remember.. Scared, she strolled quickly towards the exit. Looking backwards, she made sure nobody was following her. When she got to the parking lot, she made a sharp left and headed towards the gas station. She really needed to use the restroom.
After using the bathroom and washing her hands she unlocked the door and opened it. Staring straight at her was the young man yet again. Before she could say a word, he whispered, “I’m not here to hurt you. Follow me.” Sensing the adventure ahead, I silently walked after him without a clue of what would happen.
i did that once. At least, i tell people I did. It’s not really running away if no one cares that you’re gone. maybe they did care… I don’t know. I’ve never asked. Anyway, I don’t regret it.
Once upon a time, there was a young girl who wanted to runaway to a wonderful land. She had heard about other young children who had runaway to this land, and she thought daily about what it would be like to runaway. Finally, she made up her mind that today would be the day she would runaway. She packed her bags and prepared to make her big escape.
a runaway is someone who runs away from home. if ur a runaway, then u maay have problems at home of be sad about soemthing. I feel bad for people who have such a difficult tiem at home so that they have to run away.
runaway bride is one who runs away from her own marriage. There are so many runaway brides nowadays who just woon’t stick to marriage plan. They don’t like the idea of staying with same person.
The girl became a runaway when she slammed the door on her fathers drug addiction and mothers narcissism. She left the family she so loathed behind and desired to begin a new.
the girl was a runaway.. sometimes I wish I could be like her.. like i could escape from the craziness I call my family. I wish that they would understand that I need to be alone sometimes and I wish that they would let me do somethings to figure out by myself. most of all, i wish i could not run away from my fears, so i would have to face them someday.
I want to do it. go away. Not look back. i hate it.i hate this.,
i hate life. i don’t want to know anymore. take me away. i want to run . never look back. keep running. leave all the baggage behind. leave all what i know. wake up to mystery every morning. Feel alive. feel me. Know me. Know the world. I owe it the world. Fungus.
Run run run run runaway. Now if i ran away from home I gather I’d first camp under the bridge, where there is that renovation going on, where there is nice and dry floor. You need a warm jacket, a backpack, a knife – make it a swiss army knife, and enough money to bribe your way out.
Runaway is something almost every teenager thinks about doing. To get away from stress, peer pressure, or parents. Running away has resulted in death, rape, and kidnap. I myself have pondered on the matter, but never gone through with it.
I want to runaway all the time but I never know where to go. I don’t want to runaway to the streets or anything where I wouldn’t be comfortable. Maybe I want to run away with a love, why do I not have a love to runaway with? There’s nowhere for me to go. I’m stuck here, there is no running away.
i always wanted to run away from home
the thing was i had no idea where to go or where i’d end up. i was a scared little baby. i always wanted to wrap all my stuff in a red blanket and tie it to the end of a stick. typical runaway.
ayla left home for good. she was going to start a new life on the streets. it would be easy. simple. she would move from town to town. she had all of her money saved for today and now it was time to go. she would have a good life. she would live for the fun of it and not the stress.
yesterday i run away and now i am here. its dark, cold and dull. in fact its so dull that i seem to have forgotton how to write. i guess ill just wait for the time to end and try again tomorrow.
Thats what I would like to do sometimes, though at my age, you wold think I was used to facing the consequences of mine and others actions. The world looks bad through these lenses and I wish I could runaway to a nicer, safer warner place where people care
She was a runaway, out on the streets, avoiding cops who would pick her up and take her back home, staying away from the pimps and the drug dealers – there was no way she was getting involved in that shit. She’d lost her dignity after only a day or two and started sifting through garbage cans for food.
runaway little one, because you’re afraid, because you can’t seem to handle truth. Runaway little birdie, cause you got nothin’ left but your legs. No heart, no soul, no drive. Runaway and be a little bitch, cause you don’t know how to be real or how to fight.
Runaway right now. I’ll go too. Let’s head to the airport and take the first flight we see…anywhere. Let’s just go. Why on earth would stay here for this? Another day of getting a paycheck that doesn’t do enough and grappling with supervisors who don’t care. Let’s go – runaway with me.
The runaway’s wide eyes were shocking white against the backdrop of chocolate skin. Look left. Look right. Dogs. Hear them barking. Run, run, run. Foot bleeding, stepped on stone. Eyes dart all around. Plunge into the river. Swim, swim, swim. Hear gunshots. Hear screaming and curses. Move arms, swim faster. Swim harder. Go, please, go; oh, God, please.
She ran from her home with a satchel slung over her back and fled down the darkened street with nothing but the sole purpose to be as far from her mother as was possible. Her face was flushed and her breathing hard, but nothing stoipped her for even a second.
I am. That’s me. Will I ever be more? Even as an adult, I run from arguments, responsibility and anything that doesn’t suit me. As a child, running away saved my life… What does it do for me now? Of that, I am not sure.
I used to think about running away from home, but that wouldn’t have been such a good idea. I liked my home, after all. I got along with my parents and my brothers, and life was pretty good. I entertained ideas about hitting the road with a sandwich wrapped in a bandanna, tied around a stick slung over my back, though. Now I think about running away a little differently – less like an abandonment, more like an adventure.
Sometimes I find myself lost in the abyss of this world – a runaway. Far from my true home – caught between land and sea. I can only hear the call of yesterday and the cry of today. Tomorrow is never going to find me with my feet on its floor. My legs drag with yesterday’s sorrow. The weight of what I have run from. Where will I go?
Every time she saw a runaway dog, she’d approach carefully, quietly. She’d get just close enough to think, “What if this dog is vicious?” And then the dog would turn and run.
I want to runaway sometimes. Its not like my life is bad, its just that I feel there is so much more out there. This is the time in my life, where I can go anywhere or do anything and here I am in Wisconsin. I could be at the sistine chapel or backpacking across europe.
Runaway makes me think lonely and cold. It makes me think of streets at midnight in the biting cold and chapped hands. It makes me think of loud drunken shouting in alleyways and you’re scared because you don’t know who is around the next corner and what, if anything, they’ll want from you. I’m scared of being that alone and isolated. I’m scared of being so sad you have to run.
runaway far away as fast as you can.
i want to runaway to a far away land.
a land where sun and sand are right at hand.
runaway runaway far far far.
runaway until you don’t know where you are.
wow, what a word. I remember the first time I ran away, I was twelve and convinced to do so by a 28 year old man that worked for my parents. I was with him for 4 days and the whole time all I wanted was to go home.
There was another man, after. He told me he knew I would run away again, because “Once you start, you never stop” he was right.
runaway from fucking everything/ i can run away from you and yor infectious laugh and your piercing eyes. i can run away from your gaze adn your touch and i can run away from it all. i can run away from your lips but i surely wouldn’t get too far. for i am here and i am helpless and hopeless and infected.
The young runaway stared intently down the aisle. She knew that face at the end. She’d seen it before. If only she could remember.. Scared, she strolled quickly towards the exit. Looking backwards, she made sure nobody was following her. When she got to the parking lot, she made a sharp left and headed towards the gas station. She really needed to use the restroom.
After using the bathroom and washing her hands she unlocked the door and opened it. Staring straight at her was the young man yet again. Before she could say a word, he whispered, “I’m not here to hurt you. Follow me.” Sensing the adventure ahead, I silently walked after him without a clue of what would happen.
i did that once. At least, i tell people I did. It’s not really running away if no one cares that you’re gone. maybe they did care… I don’t know. I’ve never asked. Anyway, I don’t regret it.
I now have the song “She’s a Little Runaway” stuck in my head, but I can’t remember the artist.
Once upon a time, there was a young girl who wanted to runaway to a wonderful land. She had heard about other young children who had runaway to this land, and she thought daily about what it would be like to runaway. Finally, she made up her mind that today would be the day she would runaway. She packed her bags and prepared to make her big escape.
a runaway is someone who runs away from home. if ur a runaway, then u maay have problems at home of be sad about soemthing. I feel bad for people who have such a difficult tiem at home so that they have to run away.
runaway bride is one who runs away from her own marriage. There are so many runaway brides nowadays who just woon’t stick to marriage plan. They don’t like the idea of staying with same person.
runaway usually refers to a person or object that has escaped. I sometimes let my mind be a runaway, especially when I’m doing my schoolwork…..
The girl became a runaway when she slammed the door on her fathers drug addiction and mothers narcissism. She left the family she so loathed behind and desired to begin a new.
the girl was a runaway.. sometimes I wish I could be like her.. like i could escape from the craziness I call my family. I wish that they would understand that I need to be alone sometimes and I wish that they would let me do somethings to figure out by myself. most of all, i wish i could not run away from my fears, so i would have to face them someday.
Im alone now, they cant bother me here, underneath the lamplight slowly flickering, the darkness surrounding me.At least im free now.
When I saw her, I ranaway from the hunt cottage and swam into the Dead River … I was the King of Blue Trees …
I want to do it. go away. Not look back. i hate it.i hate this.,
i hate life. i don’t want to know anymore. take me away. i want to run . never look back. keep running. leave all the baggage behind. leave all what i know. wake up to mystery every morning. Feel alive. feel me. Know me. Know the world. I owe it the world. Fungus.
Run run run run runaway. Now if i ran away from home I gather I’d first camp under the bridge, where there is that renovation going on, where there is nice and dry floor. You need a warm jacket, a backpack, a knife – make it a swiss army knife, and enough money to bribe your way out.
Runaway is something almost every teenager thinks about doing. To get away from stress, peer pressure, or parents. Running away has resulted in death, rape, and kidnap. I myself have pondered on the matter, but never gone through with it.
I want to runaway all the time but I never know where to go. I don’t want to runaway to the streets or anything where I wouldn’t be comfortable. Maybe I want to run away with a love, why do I not have a love to runaway with? There’s nowhere for me to go. I’m stuck here, there is no running away.
Im like a runaway, cuz I runway from the cops, put my gun away, turn the otha way, i guess youll liv on for anotha day
i always wanted to run away from home
the thing was i had no idea where to go or where i’d end up. i was a scared little baby. i always wanted to wrap all my stuff in a red blanket and tie it to the end of a stick. typical runaway.
ayla left home for good. she was going to start a new life on the streets. it would be easy. simple. she would move from town to town. she had all of her money saved for today and now it was time to go. she would have a good life. she would live for the fun of it and not the stress.
can’t run
it’ll catch up
just like he villian in every movie.
correct your choices
but dont’ run.
when I was young runaway was my middle name, i was certainly more comfortable any where but here. today i stay where i am and work out the details.
yesterday i run away and now i am here. its dark, cold and dull. in fact its so dull that i seem to have forgotton how to write. i guess ill just wait for the time to end and try again tomorrow.
Thats what I would like to do sometimes, though at my age, you wold think I was used to facing the consequences of mine and others actions. The world looks bad through these lenses and I wish I could runaway to a nicer, safer warner place where people care
She was a runaway, out on the streets, avoiding cops who would pick her up and take her back home, staying away from the pimps and the drug dealers – there was no way she was getting involved in that shit. She’d lost her dignity after only a day or two and started sifting through garbage cans for food.
runaway little one, because you’re afraid, because you can’t seem to handle truth. Runaway little birdie, cause you got nothin’ left but your legs. No heart, no soul, no drive. Runaway and be a little bitch, cause you don’t know how to be real or how to fight.
Runaway right now. I’ll go too. Let’s head to the airport and take the first flight we see…anywhere. Let’s just go. Why on earth would stay here for this? Another day of getting a paycheck that doesn’t do enough and grappling with supervisors who don’t care. Let’s go – runaway with me.
The runaway’s wide eyes were shocking white against the backdrop of chocolate skin. Look left. Look right. Dogs. Hear them barking. Run, run, run. Foot bleeding, stepped on stone. Eyes dart all around. Plunge into the river. Swim, swim, swim. Hear gunshots. Hear screaming and curses. Move arms, swim faster. Swim harder. Go, please, go; oh, God, please.
Riverbank.
Safety.
Freedom, finally.
(Tell me what you thought?)
She ran from her home with a satchel slung over her back and fled down the darkened street with nothing but the sole purpose to be as far from her mother as was possible. Her face was flushed and her breathing hard, but nothing stoipped her for even a second.
I am. That’s me. Will I ever be more? Even as an adult, I run from arguments, responsibility and anything that doesn’t suit me. As a child, running away saved my life… What does it do for me now? Of that, I am not sure.
I used to think about running away from home, but that wouldn’t have been such a good idea. I liked my home, after all. I got along with my parents and my brothers, and life was pretty good. I entertained ideas about hitting the road with a sandwich wrapped in a bandanna, tied around a stick slung over my back, though. Now I think about running away a little differently – less like an abandonment, more like an adventure.
The runaway horse was running down the street through the middle of town. Everyone heard him, and looked out their windows.
Sometimes I find myself lost in the abyss of this world – a runaway. Far from my true home – caught between land and sea. I can only hear the call of yesterday and the cry of today. Tomorrow is never going to find me with my feet on its floor. My legs drag with yesterday’s sorrow. The weight of what I have run from. Where will I go?
the boy couldn’t stand life in his small, dreary attic bedroom any longer. the draw of bright lights, bustle of people and was too much to resist.
Every time she saw a runaway dog, she’d approach carefully, quietly. She’d get just close enough to think, “What if this dog is vicious?” And then the dog would turn and run.
I think of slavery and the Underground Railroad.
hopeless no other choices or maybe hopeful of a new beginning and I ran I ran so far away gotta get away got to get away
I want to runaway sometimes. Its not like my life is bad, its just that I feel there is so much more out there. This is the time in my life, where I can go anywhere or do anything and here I am in Wisconsin. I could be at the sistine chapel or backpacking across europe.