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Jackie Mead Nov 2020
My mind is nimble
After ten kilometres
Body not so quick
Signed up to a 10K run only giving myself a week to train.
Did it though but paying today for it.
Still it feels **** good.
Zack Ripley Oct 2020
Whether I run
In circles, ovals, or squares,
I'll go anywhere
To find someone who cares
Jay M Jul 2019
Running
                       f    o
                          r    m
                         ­                 MYSELF

- Jay M
July 10th, 2019
I tried running away from God
Eternity is ******* scary

Except my mission was fruitless,
Proven pointless

When I realised that He was within me.
Rebecca Jan 2020
It's 10:17 AM and my anxiety is eating me alive.
I feel as if I'm being swallowed whole.
No matter how far I run, He always finds me.
He sinks his teeth into my skin with no warning.
As much as I want to run and hide, I can't seem to move.
It's 10:17 AM and my heart is pounding louder than the car noises outside my window and I can't seem to find the oxygen to breathe.
Brian Turner Sep 2020
I'm running to Hope farm
I'm running for hope

I pass the naysayers
I pass the negative players

I reach Hope farm
I see your charm

I enter the door
Your light,  the core
I ran to a place called Hope Farm today on a 10km run.
I'm trying to trick my brain to be happy
Although it is hard to face reality,
Carrying remorse and guilt from my past
It's stopping me in my tracks to run away fast,
But everyone is running away from their paths sought
The only question is for what?

I'm trying to lie down and take a break,
But there's always this urge to stay awake,
Just trying to give my heart a rest
From this unfair pain in my chest
Used to think I was clever
Are we going to do this dance forever?

I want to run the clock back to the good old days,
When I was carefree and outside the maze
Here I feel stuck with my feelings,
Does this prison have no ceiling?
Maybe the time I stop lying to myself,
Is when I finally start trying for myself.
Amanda Kay Burke Sep 2020
He is taking his chances
Wasted his life chasing a buzz
For years the only things that mattered
Were money, power and drugs

He kept running after the high
Gotten from clout and respect
Phone blowing up 24/7
Altered by success

And he can't imagine a life
Other than fast and fun
No matter how far he goes
The distance is never enough

So he falls and spirals down
To the bottom he heavily crashes
And he struggles to climb out of the hole
As his body crumbles like ashes
I seldom write it the third person but just felt like doing something different
Void Sep 2020
He's taken his time
Wasted his life
For three years
He kept running away
He ran every time

The past is catching up
And he can't run fast enough
So he falls into a pit
And he struggles to get up
Madeline Hatter Aug 2020
I am not a sailor.
I desire to run.
Confine me not to a puddle dependent on the wind.
Direct me to the forest, the hills, and I will create my own draft,
as I speed across the ground,
flying over earth to distances greater than the confines of your wet berth.
No, I relish a solid state of matter beneath my feet.
I am a fire sign.
Warning: do not get wet.
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