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Walking in the midst of dark shadows,
In the silence through the meadows
I feel disconnected from reality,
Far from the world's true letality

I'm somewhere in between worlds,
A place without rules or rulers
A place without good and evil
Without any.... upheaval

It is in this place that I can be,
Be my true self, my mind set free
Thoughts run free, like horses in a meadow
In the midst of this dark shadow
Renee Oct 2015
October 30, 2015, Friday, 11:27AM


I've stepped on this pavement before
It's the sense of familiarity
That makes me want to turn back
And run away before I go through it all again
R.
Meg B Oct 2015
I was panting
as my feet continuously
pounded against
the asphalt,
the steepness of the hills
sending shockwaves through
my calves.

The crisp air and dusk lighting
enveloped me,
the steady beats from my headphones
isolated me.

I moved 'round the multitude
of pedestrians
with relative ease,
feeling as if they were all
paying me as little mind
as I them.

My sweatshirt shielded me from
the cooling temperature
and simultaneously trapped
beads of sweat to my forearms,
the rest dripping steadily down
my shoulder blades,
off my forehead, my breathing
evening as I hit my rhythm.

The lights from the honking cars
and various restaurants and bars
illuminated my pathway-for-one
as I snaked my way north.

My mouth dried out as
my body had near hit its limit,
as I am not exactly in marathon shape
(to put it nicely).

Yet still I pushed,
a mind-over-matter-moment
as I tried to decide on a
definitive destination.

I wasn't sure whether
I was running from something
or toward something;
all I knew was that my blood
was pumping,
my mouth was inhaling fresh air
into my lungs,
my skin was sweating and shivering
as it kissed the wind;
all I knew was that I was
running,
all I knew was that I was
alive
.

As my
heart pounded against
my ribcage,
the start and the finish line
suddenly mattered so much less
than the seemingly endless
stretch of sidewalk
underneath
my
feet.

I knew that I was running;
I knew that I was alive;
and that was all I needed
to know.
crystallaiz Oct 2015
D-4
you lean against the rail
the night air is blowing
and you're breathing in the hurt

the memories are flooding
and you're running so fast
feet pounding on the sidewalk

your jacket ***** in the wind
brushing the reasons away
taking all the words with you
D-2. I think I could cry right now.
A person like you... you shouldn't have to go through all that hurt.
charmaine Oct 2015
a freight train of
words
run my mind,
they pass through
plains and
pick up passengers
who stay for awhile,
then leave
when they
no longer need
a ride.
i wrote this almost a year ago in my journal completely forgot about it.
Charlie Oct 2015
It was a question;
a simple inquiry
that I had been running from,
catching me off guard,
trapping me in this feeling,
that I had been found out,
before I had found myself.

I remember taking offense,
as if it were an accusation,
rather than a question.
Out of breath,
and suspiciously defensive,
I was frightened out of my mind.
But it had been asked with such disdain,
such disgust and disapproval,
so I kept running.
one of the first I ever wrote.. really uncertain about it, I've never shared it until now
Kale Sep 2015
I had a dream,
Not one filled with
The Rainbows of
A small child,
I was overwhelmed
With constant fear
Running.
Running from what,
I do not know,
But I was mortified,
That when I called out
To you,
You did not answer,
So I was blindly
Running into hell.

One Sweet day,
I got the courage
To stand up to
The terror and fear
And saw that I
Was actually running from You.
Emma Sep 2015
I have spent my life running
away from everyone in it
It has almost been two decades
but it feels like centuries have gone by
since the last time I took a break
from racing the wind
My legs have grown tired
My hands cannot seem to stay still
I try to sound strong
but my voice still cracks
and my breathing comes out in shakes
I have learned
that when you grow used to something
living without it feels like
trying to breathe with no air
So I keep running
From sunrise to sunset
Closing doors
and burning bridges
leaving no trace behind
of where I'm headed
mostly because I'm not sure
where that is
I run, though my legs tremble
Because my heart has known
the pain of change
Eventually I'll run myself
into a grave
Change hurts but so does growth.
Mila Berlioz Sep 2015
Falling, falling
Am I running to fast?
I could fall
I hope I don't
I fell already but since I fell
I started running.
Running running,
Am I running alright?

Burning, burning
Did I turn the candle on too quickly?
Or did I turn it on at the right time?
Will the wax melt down rapidly
Or will it last?
I really want this candle to last
I like its smell and its light.

I usually do stupid things,
Falling,
Burning,
I don't want to make the same mistakes
Not again.

I like running, I like this way of running.
And turning candles on
Isn't exactly my favorite thing to do
But I did turn this one on, I like it.

I'm just scared to fall, or burn myself by turning the candle on.
Just overthinking a bit, falling in love is a complicated thing.
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