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Lamb Sep 2013
Sometimes when I dream
I get these awful nightmares
A tingling chill
As if anyone cares

I’m easily scared
Tossing and turning in the night
Hiding under covers
Where’s the night light?

Silent whispers
For I have no protection
Cracking Doors
For I’m the boogeyman’s selection

Now I’m running
Once I had drifted to sleep
Running from the darkness
This just makes me weep

I open my eyes
Giving me the creeps
Rustling leaves
Awaiting the sound of my alarm beep

I feel like someone’s staring
I think I’m having a seizure
Those eyes are burning through me
Doctor, perform a procedure!

Go Go Away I order you
Someone’s haunting my dreams
Unwilling to open my eyes
Life isn’t what it seems
KA Jul 2014
I just don't know why the hollow feeling shows up....

running deep along the lines of my soul.

where it goes I don't even know....

running to the invisible.

I want her to light me up, but it doesn't happen.

I mourn what we could be, what I will miss.

Her loss and pain of what it could be divided by us...

...the blood running running running to the invisible.

I drop the stone and never hear it hit the bottom.. the well runs deep.
saranade Jul 2014
Take a number, please. Don't cut in line.
We've got plenty of time, to pay, for our crimes.
Our dues are owed. To the "man" we sold to, and, yea;
we've got plenty of time to pay for our crimes.
You had better stand right here next to me, and;
don't let me know where we are.
I just want to know how far I have gone
Then take me home.
Leave me alone.
I don't want to go.
I don't want to know.
Anything.
Anything at all.
I don't want to be here, running away.
I don't even know your ******* name.
I don't want to go home, just make it all go away.
I don't want to be here, just want to run away.
I'm so sorry.
Please, go away.
just go away.......
I'm so sorry and go away.
era 2000
I started growing
     measuring each incremental inch
     in the doorway frame
     grinning as it clearly showed
     a spurt.
Although my bones were aching
     I ran as fast as I could
     to the corner and back
     time and time again
Challenging my small young frame
     to ache
     and grow
And, oh, the pleasure
     of those growing aches
     as I leaped
     to push
     upward
     taller
     older.
Those aches felt so good!


lawrence j klumas
© july 2014
Kelsey Long Jul 2014
I keep wondering,
Could I be content with happy?
Ha, that's a funny thought.
I'm blinded by the worst
Yet I pursue it so urgently
What could be right?
The fact that I'm falling in love
But I'm aggressively running away from it.
It's a whirlwind of ignorance,
I'll keep running from yours.
My clarity is being fogged
I refuse.
I hate you
Who am I kidding?
Me, that's who.
My divided contradiction
It's right because I trust you
Could I possibly be content?
I've found it in an anxious trust
My wandering soul
I've found my love
A love for the unsure
Delighted in the journey
Trusting my way through my disbelief
And willingly falling into the very thing that ran from finding.
AB Jul 2014
Go
Running
Trying to move faster
To get away.
To put distance in between
Me and you.

Trying with all my might
To not be there anymore.
Legs pumping
Arms moving
Sweat dripping
I just want to get away.

But you're everywhere
Every place I look.
In everything I do.
In all the parts of my life.
And the horrible thing is

You can only run so fast in your head.
Leah Matilda Jul 2014
And then, so I wouldn’t weep with the injustice of it all,
I gave all the tension in my body to my feet.
As they pounded down the dirt track,
the cold mountain air screamed down my throat and set fire to my lungs. For a time it was just me racing the wind,
until the fire within engulfed me
and flame met the earth in a whisper-sweet embrace
Amy Perry Jul 2014
I spoke to a woman
Who had knocked on death's door,
Reminding me not to take
Walking for granted anymore.
I love a run in nature,
Zipping by the trees.
Scaring away the lizards;
No discomfort in my knees.
My very own mother herself
Has looked death in the eye;
What other lessons can I learn
Through life, the more I cry?
Lisa Benson May 2014
we've ran this marathon before, love
don't let me trip
let's hope you don't
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