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LWZ 3d
The winter wisps have gripped my neck
Taking every breath has left me unequipped for death

I watch my world spin and loose all control
What can be salvaged from inside my soul?

Foggy, grey, discombobulated in every way.
I sit on the park bench and wonder...
why does the wind spin in nature as it does in my head

I beg for freedom from my thoughts
I beg for independence
I beg for positive energy to reach me entirely

Try again tomorrow
Try again the next
Run until you have nothing left
Pao Sep 15
we've been here before
tongues tied
blank stares
you always stare back at me
with no gleam in your eyes

i've been trying to align my chakras
finally putting my wisdom where my mouth is
i don't think i can do this anymore

back and forth
running from you
running back to you

i will always find you wherever i run
to west palm
to the warm sunset
to the soft crashing of ocean waves
to the yellow flowers i see by nameless corner stores
to the rain during spring and fall

i can't hold back
let me go and i'll let you go
For you everything is stationary, everything is fine
You are beyond space and time, space and time
To run the Wheel of Time, He has to be Satanic, Satanic, Satanic
To **** life He makes His forces manic, manic, manic
I hope to see you again as love never dies
We are ordinary people, don't be divine
To live in flesh and blood is no crime, crime, crime
So ride the Moving Wheel again like an appropriate train
And be a link for me in the Chain of Agency
I shed my despodency, I shed my despodency
I respect your decency, I respect your decency
I hope to see you again
You have flown so high, so high
You are beyond space and time, space and time
For you everything is stationary, everything is fine
I like the relation between the words
"Run" & "Reflect"
When You're in cave
You race to be perfect!
Coined words of philosophy!
Being forced to ''run away'' because of not having a place to stay almost felt comfortable.
When you can't be comfortable anywhere.
Not with all the many painful things hitting.
Over and over day and night, so many feelings and complicated thinking...
In the end it will all fall into place, I know but it's so hard to function with all these things in the way!

Being forced to run away because of not having a place to stay.
Nothing to lose, all that matters is love and music.
Maybe some day I'll land somewhere and be able to love that.
Love being there, being there with someone and loving with all my being.
But if I can't be living, let me do something that is worth something to the ones I love.
I love how we got through life so far, we have come so far.

I love who you have become, who you've been and just who you are.
But when I look at stupid me, the naive person I had to be I can't help but hate her for all she didn't know.
But I understand why she was like that, I just never knew why it had to be.
Why was my journey so rough?
Why is yours rough too?
Journeys, worries, pain cause it's blurry and you don't know how to get through the smoke.
Am I the devil's toy or joke?

Does the universe hate me?
Can the universe not take me?
Am I feeling to it like I'm feeling right now, how I've been feeling all my life?
The fighting was good and all, very insightfull.
Let me go.

Being forced to run.
Being forced to run away.
Run if you can!
Be happy when you can.
Cause some can't run.
Some are forced to stay.
And what is worse?
Being forced to stay or being forced to run away?
04-08-20
they hit you everywhere,
bruises, slow faders,
pretty much all over,
spaced out, body and time

some, they come back,
months, years later,
enticing, devising,
with revelations perfect,
you melt with helpfulness

some claim they are born
with only questions and an
insatiable quest for knowing,
but line in the soil tween rows
is there for you not to cross

some proffer their pain,
asking for ablution and absolution,
from demons they wish to share,
but refusing the smoke of my offering,
that could cleanse both our inhalations

like highway men of yore,
they hit everyone, below the belt,
stave breaking into the heart,
slow bleeding, with answers
received in absentia and silence

until the till needs refilling, and they
renewed, reappear, reformed, with
perfect words, even better questions:

my portfolio of replies mostly go/grow
old, noting the obvious, we are socially
distance by age and geography and
degree, I free and clear to provide while
they just free to hit and run, one more time
if you think this poem is about you, then it probably is…
mjad Aug 3
I close my eyes
The years are filled with tears
From jokes to heartbreak
Missing you to wanting you gone
I thought you were the one
But you were a test run
Showed me what I should want
A hand to hold in pain
Eyes liking everything they see
Laughing with, but not at
Kisses on every inch of me
All of that
Is what I need
What you could not give me
Sadie Grace Aug 1
a million reminders
that I can't run away from this time
not this time
stuck in the rewind
I replay the day it all changed
Can't I just forget?
Until then --- in the ashes I remain
Rose Jul 28
If you’re gonna escape, then escape in style
If you’re gonna run away, then go the extra mile
You know I’d follow you anywhere to win the race

If you’re gonna be leaving, let me see your smile
If you’re gonna make me be grieving, make it worth the while
You know I’d walk the world just to see your face

I promise that I’ll be your one
But how are you supposed to know
If you don’t even give me a chance?

Don’t call me cheesy
I know that you’ll like me
So just give me a chance

If you’re gonna escape, then escape in style
If you’re gonna run away, then go the extra mile
You know I’d follow you anywhere to win the race

If you’re gonna be leaving, let me see your smile
If you’re gonna make me be grieving, make it worth the while
You know I’d walk the world just to see your face

Even in the nights
You’ll always be the light
The colored skies behind me

You’ll be my love
Even though you’re above
It’s like you think you’re too good for anybody

If you’re gonna escape, then escape in style
If you’re gonna run away, then go the extra mile
You know I’d follow you anywhere to win the race

If you’re gonna be leaving, let me see your smile
If you’re gonna make me be grieving, make it worth the while
You know I’d walk the world just to see your face
A poem about somebody who will do anything to love someone else who doesn't love them back.
Reagan Feb 27
Like the stars you tempt me
Silver breath like moonlight
On my child wonder eyes
And yet, the race is never won
Or lost

A constant slow jog
You give cardio a run for its money
Build up my endurance
And maybe one day
I'll have the courage to sprint

You tell me that authenticity is my virtue
But still my true self is never what you need
So you tell me instead that my voice is beauty
And now I can't let even a word escape

The Bittersweet reality is that
You dont know what you want
But then again
Neither do I

So we continue this aimless jog
Together
The horizon a reflection in your eyes
And mine

An unattainable goal
But it still seems worth it
My legs burn and my lungs ache
I have stockholm syndrome
The race is my captor

I have come to learn
With each passing second
That the stars themselves
Are not so tempting
At all

It is the miles
Between the earth and infinity
That creates
The fatal attraction

It's the poor man’s love
But it satisfies my runners high

So let's toast to never winning the race
And always chasing the horizon
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