#getaway
Permanent are
The memories trapped in a scar
And though a few might fade,
It'd be quicker to count every star
At times I don't notice them
Other times they're another prison bar
Attempts to hide them are made
But mummification seems a step too far
In my day to day they are
All I can see,
Haunting my reality
They've stolen the getaway car
And I'll not make it far
In this mangled avatar
©2024
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 8:14 PM UTC
It's about time for
a much needed VACATION!!
To CHILL, to HAVE FUN,
but most off,
some RELAXATION!!
Let go of the FRUSTRATION,
BATHE yourself into
SATISFACTION!!!
Take a BREAK, take a TOUR,
go on a TRIP, and
so much more!!
LAY ON THE BEACH;
WORK ON YOUR TAN;
snorkel in the water,
GET BURIED IN THE SAND!!!!
JUST LET GO and just Be Free,
You need you a Break,
go on a LONG LEAVE,
a GET AWAY is what
you really NEED!!
Just take off, GO AWAY,
to a desserted Island,
and have a FIELD DAY!!
Ride the WAVES,
sail on a YACHT,
Or just do nothing,
go on and KICK BACK!!!
Have time for yourself,
you need to just BREATHE;
a much needed VACATION
is ALL YOU REALLY NEED!!!
B.R.
Date: 04/30/2023
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 4:27 PM UTC
interwoven hands,
they walk side by side
along the lane of sand.
beyond the retreating waves,
everything else is hushed;
the sense of isolation, of
being away from the hour’s rush
makes for a breathing space.
“the whole world is waiting for us,” she says.
“let them,” is his response.
“the world belongs to us.”
and it did.
May 6, 2024
May 6, 2024 at 11:50 AM UTC
I can only carry these thoughts
as far as the wind will blow
Even when I lay me down
they’ll dictate where I go
Beside a tree I find my rest
only to rise when they’d say so
Beneath its branch I sow a thought
like leaves I watch it grow
By a river I make my bed
where my thinking freely flows
like rushing water, runs my head
my thoughts ebb and flow
Near the fire I watch the flames
I light my thoughts aglow
they’ll burn tomorrow new desires
I have no strength to say ‘no’
Apr 19, 2024
Apr 19, 2024 at 8:28 AM UTC
730 days of ambiguity,
Searching your soul,
Finding a cracked China doll,
Fragile, yet beautiful,
With a tragic past.
That one holiday in New London,
A mere ride on the Ferry away,
But we took the long way,
Simply to have more time.
More time, how I wish… we had it.
Our excitement as bold,
As our love for each other then,
You watched that Mohegan Sun rise,
Through that gaping window, overlooking the lake,
As you studied my sleep.
A holiday festivity,
Experiencing Siberian music,
In this Native American palace,
Dining like royalty,
And smiling in harmony.
730 days of highs and lows,
Despite how it all ended, and it did end,
That one, quaint little memory,
Reminds me of one simple thing,
We’ll always have Mohegan Sun
Nov 5, 2023
Nov 5, 2023 at 12:53 PM UTC
the palette of the sky wanders
from crimson to dandelion
the waters dance by the shore
the wind sways the verdant
and hums with the breathing
it is a wondrous kiss of view
that comforts and cradles
something that we
always miss
that we are always desperate
to see, to feel
to breathe in, to keep
we click to capture it still
to yield a frame that moves
and holds life of infinite
i am filled with awe
every time i look at it,
it is heavenly—
yet we rather ruin her innate
comfort and cradling mount
to get pieces that are dull
and mundane
yet we prefer destroying
the green that shades
and shelters
to earn the green paper
so to use it later to savor
the serendipity only she can bear
Jan 20, 2022
Jan 20, 2022 at 10:06 AM UTC
beach life by the sea
early morning getaway
~ castles in the sand
Mark Toney © 2021
May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 11:09 AM UTC
If I get lost riding a train of thought,
Please don't come looking for me.
I won't want to be found.
And if you see me struggle to swim
In a sea of words, it's okay.
Let me drown.
Here and now, I promise
I'll come back to you someday.
But for now, I need to get away.
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 7:38 PM UTC
#*There’s a highway to happiness
Beyond my sorrow
I have found a path to heaven
I fill my veins with drugs
Every night
A different sort of narcotic
A subtle smile
For a while it gets better
For a while I look pretty
And the world seems beautiful
Until it passes, leaving me drained
Gushing out of my body
Pulling me back into cruel reality
A dangerous place where
I am not who I am
I walk a different path
I say nothing I feel
Real, yet so unreal
So I tell you I am doing alright
Doing drugs all night
Washing away my scars
1 a.m showers, sounds bizarre
But
Isn’t, if you’re me
If you could, only see*#
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 11:25 AM UTC
Starry when the night began, we ran ran ran
along running water young enough to have no trace of age.
Alice strung out floating like the prettiest diamond
imaginable.
Kindly petting cheek then struck like a thunderous match,
her face glowed a sinking white-- a face made of candles
lit beneath plaque eye sockets, wildly staring blackness,
lips built on an unfamiliar shade of red,
Flaxen hair that sliced along gemstone irises;
I love love love you. Please, stay a while longer, long
enough to feel like forever-- although I know such is impossible--
Look at those seagulls feeding rain to the distant waves,
Wings soon to be scrambling overhead, let me read you a book
about a girl whom you were probably named after.
I will sing a lullaby and hold hold hold you in it for
as long as I can.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
looking into
your eyes,
i wouldn't think
of getting lost
in them.
instead,
your eyes
are a getaway
where i find myself.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 1:01 PM UTC
hijack a spaceship . . .
yeah, that should do it . . .
that’ll get me back to where I need to be;
just go as ‘up’ as possible . . .
cause, truly, I’m from up there, not down here.
but, not like heaven, or anything just . . up THERE! like, up there . . . like, space n stuff? I’m from somewhere in “outer space”.
first, I write the goodbye letters . . .
naaahh that’ll take too long, gotta get outta here NOW. so, we skip the letters, right? yeah, I think they’ll know “goodbye” when they see it . . .
secondly, (and you would think this step would include something like, “do research on how to operate a spaceship” but, see, there’s no logic in this place so, I might as well play along, right?) just report right on over to NASA, stealthily, blending in for a bit then
BAM, step C, I’m in the spaceship. And I’m the only one in the spaceship . . . I’m pushing all types of buttons n stuff and, somehow . . . it fires up . . .
that was it;
signing off . . .
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 1:17 AM UTC
The child in the pushchair leans forwards.
Touches the wheels while they move, later this revolves to watching wheels of a bus
and wishing to be
underneath
them and maybe we're all just looking for a way out and a getaway driver,
maybe this room with a view we built to ruin is flooding
and we're pressing our
open lips
to the ceiling, grappling for a last breath
and pushing time for a second more
and maybe that escape route is waiting round the corner, a lamppost with flowers cellotaped to it, a
place away from the place
our parents kicked us out,
drove us to the middle of nowhere and made us walk ourselves home, telling us this is a metaphor of life, waiting for a place for us to rest our blistered ankles and bruised wrists,
a place where there's someone we lost waiting for us, holding our their hand to bring us home,
but I guess,
maybe, for now
we're gonna have to stare at buses and wish for those pushchair wheels and the days we stared at the pavement moving beneath us and wanted to be anything
but a painting on the road.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC
You fly away leaving your past behind
Soaring through the clouds
Reaching unbelievable heights
-
Because that's all this is an unbelievable dream
A vision of leaving the past behind
A dream of taking flight and getting away
-
Free as bird
If only you could fly away
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC
Squalid off-white cube
fluorescent buzzing hue
water stained tiles
tribulation from digital files
dilapidated symbiote
invisible hungry parasite
optimism capsized in the abyss
tedium tongue french kiss
five hours a month
forest bathing in the sun
a cure they say
nature is a gateway
shambling down trails
languid gait sails
fractal patterns surround
tweets in background
head starts to clear
wondrous frontier
five hours a month
soaking in the sun
not enough time
to melt away grime
five hours a week
leaves a happier physique
summer sea breeze
rolling over unease
basking in the heat
leaving is so so bittersweet
return to human farm
pray for fire alarm
nature is a gateway
natures my getaway
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
Your eyes are the same green-blue of the ocean.
Your smile, as warm and bright as the sun.
Your laugh as welcome as the crash of the waves.
Your hands the sand caressing my body
as I lay in your bed.
You are my getaway
And I never want to leave.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 7:23 PM UTC
He stands in the alley. Just watching the flow of urban sprawl. The dark, gray, hood cloaking him. Black jacket tight to his chest. His denim blue. Dark. The zippers clean-cut. It's not like girls to be in the alley, but there she is. Dark, purple, skirt attuned to her figure. Black leggings, and a top to match. She's enchanting. She's mesmerizing. As if from another planet. Dropped between the high-rises by some enigma.
His past was forgettable. His home not a home. Nothing more than a trauma drenched memory. His mom not a mom. His dad long deceased. The streets filled the void the in his soul. While his horizons were bleak, he watched his mom use. Never getting better. Worse day by day. Cancerous fate tightened it's hold on his neck. He looks to see her eyes on him.
It wasn't odd, they were old friends after all. Friends with opposite backrounds. One bound by sadness, drowning in agony. The other pushed to success. Living a false dream while still managing to hold a smile. "I hate my mom, there is nothing left of her." He lipped to his quiet witness
He expected scorn, a sour look on her face. No one understood. Instead, she pressed a finger to the bottom of her lip, gaze turning to the sky. Her celestial, green, eyes illuminated by the moon. He pondered the barrage of words that she might say. From forgiveness, to half-hearted sympathies.
No.
When her gaze dropped, their eyes met in a moment that felt like an eternity."Let's runaway?" Her question brief and completely unexpected.
His eyes began to tear. Swiftly, he locked her in his arms. Her eyes followed suit. What they lacked alone, they found amongst each other.
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
No response...
502 bad gateway
or hint to get away
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 12:06 AM UTC
I'm flying blind,
Into a raging storm,
Its worth if I'd leave you behind,
And in the end find myself home,
I'd beat the thundering clouds,
I'd take on the vast open seas,
Its my chance for a clean out,
"Baby you won't ever see me",
"Mayday mayday"
I'd take the devil instead of you,
I don't want another second in your sight,
That's how much I need to get away from you,
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
And that's one good thing I can say,
If nothing else and probably the best quality.
It numbs the pain, leaving you open to a world of awe.
It presents a comfort zone, of being at ease. At anytime, any place.
Such a wonder thing. Your voice.
Becoming a remedy to all sorts of aches and pain.
That one helping hand that seemingly comes out of nowhere, your voice.
That warm invitation that gets you out of the house.
Often taking you to a place you've always passed but never thought to go in.
If only for a minute, your always glad you indulged in such invite.
Finding remedy to all sorts of pain and ache you forgot existed.
Your voice, becoming that feeling you get in your chest when everything just feels right.
That utter happiness that leaves you dimwitted and goofy as hell forgetting that anyone is watching.
It's brilliant.
Often doing something you'd otherwise never do,
Being taken somewhere you never thought to go.
Even if it's a passing glance on the way there.
What's even better, is that it's your voice that takes me there
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
Let's go somewhere far,
Somewhere where I'd hold you tight.
Hand in hand.
Wherever you'd like.
Whether train or plane.
An automobile or an boat.
Either way will be home in justification.
Journeying through each other's eyes, a different aspect of seeing things brand new.
A single step becoming wholesome
Just for the sake of getting up and getting out.
The feelings that dwell within
Escaping out.
Anywhere with you, to be perfectly honest.
Venturing abroad in living, breathing color.
Heads leaned against each other in excitement,
The comfort of toes covered in warm sand.
Sculpting each and every memory.
The sun becoming a spec in the horizon.
Exploring every wish, every dream we've found within reach.
The feel of every couch cushion.
Misplaced nickels, dimes.
Caressing the weight of weary legs.
A earth tone colored pattern.
The lobby of every room folded In the brochure of our heart.
All in the autobiography of us.
To live, to breathe in the essence of where the ocean sprays against the gleam of your shades.
The hull of yachts splashing against the oncoming waves.
The ripeness of fresh fruit served at local vendors hidden from the sun harvested by kind hands.
The only thing missing is a good pair of shoes.
Or perhaps lay here with you just a bit longer
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC