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Tom Mar 2020
run
five-thousand strides through the greyish plain
thoughts pass through
as the green of the spring, brings a nascent smile
i keep my rhythm and ignore the pain
as i grow more weary
i leave it all behind
with each passing breath
and the path shows clearly
Astral Mar 2020
You give soulmate a new meaning.
Love and care and companionship,
But in a friendly way.

Someone who will hold me,
While I cry on their shoulder,
And pat my back,
And lay their hand gently on my neck,
To let me know they’re there.

Someone who will laugh with me,
Who will run,
And leap,
And fly across the sun kissed sky with me.
Ignoring any responsibility.
We’ll land so far away,
In an old weather-worn bay.
We’ll dance around the creaky boards,
And scream louder than the silence,
Our voices as high as our bounds.
And then we’ll leap again,
To a place long forgotten.
Where the vines have grown over,
And alive is the dirt under.
And we'll play in the grass,
And rejoice in the sun,
And bask in the starlight,
And we'll know everything is alright.
We'll be sure everything is alright.
And then we'll lay under the moon,
And we'll talk without words,
And the wind will whisper,
Its alright.
I wrote this for a friend I can no longer see due to the corona virus. I hope they’re okay. Stay safe everybody.
Zack Ripley Mar 2020
I ran from responsibility.
I ran from my fears.
And now, I'm running into your arms because you're here.
Zack Ripley Jun 2019
Lately, I've been afraid to sleep.
Every time I start to dream,
I'm greeted by a banshee scream.
I find myself running but don't seem to go anywhere.
It feels like I'm on a set of m.c. escher stairs.
Eventually, I end up stumbling and fall.
And when I look up, I see the scariest thing of all.
She showed me a vision of a wall.
Engraved in the stones were all of the words I had been dying to say.
I thought I lost them.
But there they were just a few feet away.
The banshee screamed again and the ground started to shake.
The wall started to crumble and I knew I needed to fight. There was too much at stake.
I closed my eyes and focused on trying to breathe.
Then I started to believe.
I believed in myself.
That I'd find the words again.
And just like that, when I woke up, I found them right where they should have been.
Bottom line, don't be afraid to dream. Because eventually, you will realize everything is not what it seems.
This poem was written after I saw a group post about making a poem where writer's block is something chasing you
Zack Ripley Mar 2020
A knife. A gun.
These instruments usually inspire
One feeling. One thought. Fear. Run.
But for some people, it could inspire
A completely different thought.
"Just one."
"One slice. One bullet. No more pain.
No more voices in my head
Driving me insane.
It's amazing. One is such a small number, but it can change so much.
One slice. One bullet. One kiss.
One hug. One touch.
All it takes is one person to say
"I love you. I care."
Be that "one."
See how much of a difference you can make by saying "if you want to talk, I'll be there."
Allyssa Mar 2020
Running was never new to me.
Different places,
Different people,
Unfamiliar smells and unfamiliar buildings.
When things became too familiar,
Recognizing street signs,
Familiar names,
Memories and places etched into the back of my mind,
I move again.
Pain is an ever accompanying acquaintance,
A travel partner that never fails to remind me that I am,
In fact,
Always running from something.
Weary bones
Isabella Mar 2020
I climb through the window,
Just to bring you back.
I tell you "Come on, wake up.
I'll stay to help you pack."

And once you are ready,
It's time, let's go.
We'll fly above the city.
Until we make it to the meadow.

And I sing, "Run away darling.
Make this place your own.
We'll travel to the meadow.
This is now your home.

Oh, run away darling.
Remember freedom's song.
Stay here for eternity.
I'll be back, I won't be long."

Then I soar back to the city,
To get another child to stay.
I beckon them to come with me,
And tell them "Run away!"
This poem is based on Peter Pan, but the more I read it the more I realize how creepy it sounds...
Maja Mar 2020
Do you run or do you stay?
Most people would run away.
But I don’t think that you would too
You’re not most people,
now, are you?
You're different.
Oka Mar 2020
I run for you
to catch your heart
but will you stray further
If I rest my knees
and catch a breath?
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