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Paseal Joe Dec 2019
Something keeps me awake,
in the midst of the storm,
and makes me want to fight,
instead of hide.
It lets me take up the battle
that others have feared to fight,
and diminishes the fear,
that has threatened to eat me alive.
Courage....

it makes you take a step,
when you could have run away,
makes you throw stones at the enemy,
and watch and wait,
it makes you move,
when you could have stayed trembling.
Courage...

It gets you on your feet again,
after you have fallen several times
it makes you push,
when there's no more strength in you
and leaves you waiting
when there's nothing to wait for.
courage doesn't await victory,
it works it out.
Stay courageous.

#P.J
Shiv Pratap Pal Dec 2019
You keep on travelling for years
Moving in one single direction
With your other two siblings
Who keep running faster than you

But what do I see?
After so many years of walking
You are still not much far from -
The point, you started your journey

The same situation applies to -
Both of your siblings also
Who are energetic than you
Even they are taller than you

But why it Happened this Way?
I Guess, It was because
A part of yours is tied together
With the Point of the Origin

O my hour-hand of the Clock
I know, you always showed
The correct hour of day and night
Since years and years rolling on

But do you know? You are cursed
To keep on walking and walking
Reaching almost nowhere
Even after travelling for so many years

Do you love this? I feel, You do not
I think, I really feel your pain
I keep on thinking why time is -
Measured in circular motion

Whether time really repeats itself
Or we just assume like that
Just for our own convenience
Who knows? Do You?
I accept my ignorance. What about you?
Tori Schall Dec 2019
When the sky turns golden
with the colors of a setting sun
let all be beholden
before the night is done.

When the grass starts to wither
and the frost nips your nose
He bids you, "Come hither!"
or as the saying goes.

The clip-clop of hooves that trot
on a paved cobbled road
Onward you ride, but all for naught
teary-eyed, lines toed.

Racing forth to outrun disaster,
there's nothing now, not even laughter,
the darkness rains, He yells 'Faster!"
trying in vain to chase after.

The dust has settled
She's gone on ahead,
Oh how long she has battled,
with the demons in her head
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
I wish you would stop being perfect
Running from yourself

Problems and weaknesses are not contagious diseases you'll catch and spread by touching doorknobs or drinking after the wrong person
But are instead marks of individuality

Evidence of experiences and wisdom gained by them
Almost like birthmarks or at the very worst a mild condition that has made you a stronger person

Some have allergies
Some people have asthma or eczema
And you dear
Have a past

Run to me
Together we can face the parts of memory that are too frightening to look at alone
Instead of hiding regrets in the expectations of the present we will stroll headfirst directly through hazardous smog arm in arm
Until you finally make peace and fully forgive yourself for every last mistake ever made
I wish you'd stop running from your problems and run to me instead
mjad Dec 2019
The days are starting to run together
It's the beginning of December
Colm Nov 2019
Running can be a listening stream
In the Springtime a bubbling eternity  
Just as crashing can be an Autumn dream
Falling like a Winter spell over me

(4LINE)
This one is real. Very real.

The Vision - A Bubbling Stream In The Back of Penns Woods
abby Nov 2019
what I wouldn't give to run away into the woods alone
with nothing but a quarter and a portable pay phone
so that when I am afraid, I can call myself at home.
Jack Torrance Nov 2019
Come take my hand,
and we’ll fly away.
To better times,
of yesterday.

We’ll search for places,
that are thin between.
We’ll find the tears,
and slip in unseen.

In between to nothing,
that exists there.
Where we can be alone,
without these cares.

Or we can travel through,
to the next world beyond.
Find the next in between,
and truly be gone.

We can find a place,
where we don’t exist.
Or we can choose to fall,
into the abyss.

Just be brave now,
and take my hand,
and let’s fly away,
to Neverland.
Sarabeth Nov 2019
Though this life is scary
  with demons and ghosts about
The true horror lies inside
  with your mind turning inside out
You cannot run or hide
  your thoughts follow you around
And if you try and end it
  Hell will be your battleground
My Halloween Poem <3
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