#marathon
Surely I trust in the lord
Because nothing else has to the chord
Losing friendships like bridges long burnt down
But feeling the effect only now because you drown
Past sin creeping in to finish what you might have misheard
Rolling a dice yet landing on one each time
A mistake made in jest that lead to your crime
Punishment for 4 years back that came back as evidence
Like multiple law enforcers coming to your residence
No language can explain properly how a loss that repeats
Comes crashing down until it depletes
If one sky connects us, then pain should bring us together
Cause how else can I justify this endeavor
Easier to let go, but the empty road seems longer
I wish to take it, lord I pray you make me stronger
I betray you every day, my mouth a pit of vipers
And the venom eats at me, it seems I've paid the piper
Surely Judas deserved it, no one would ever argue that
But how do I deal with that, yet Christ still keeps me intact
To barely speak, a heart that beats, an anger with no outlet
If only we could spread the gospel the same way, like a fountain
I see the light, faintly, at the far end of the finish line
I know the path, the difficult one, from the struggle to the divine
Quarter way there, yet barely there, your feet betray your motives
Your past mistakes, a heavy stake, your life awaits on God's Locomotive
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 3:21 PM UTC
Swollen fingers, fevered head,
Pressure and tearing of purple veins.
Pills, side effects,
All this pain to join this living race.
The peloton far, far ahead,
And here I climb a slick slope,
Thinking: I can’t manage,
I don’t cope anymore.
Bills sharpen, sharky credits circle,
No funds to stand upright.
Sweaty forehead, stomach clenched.
How good that with a smile,
Still carrying a tender, loving heart inside.
It does not matter where I was placed,
What name I bear, where I am from.
I am with myself 24 hours a day,
No vacations from endless thought.
With words I cut,
I healed what was ash,
Waiting for redemption
Even if I failed a thousand times.
I recognize myself in every human face:
In tightened lips and widened pupils.
As much tenderness as cruelty,
As many warm nights as skies of lead.
I have never wanted to be a false saint
Only tangible punched letters on the page
Still scrubbing my scrawled future
And hope that tomorrow
I can do it just a little
better.
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 12:20 PM UTC
Funny how it’s hard to explain the feeling of LOVE –
But easier explaining the loneliness; we don’t miss
As much, until we’re missing that familiar touch
Its not about the crush, it’s that rush – that hopeful
Romantics picture of them one day finding LOVE.
Where some are heart led, an ***** of compound LOVE–
In love sickness, we could be a lead compound, hoping
For the promise to treat such a disease; searching for LOVE
Is always easy said then done, and when we've gone
Through our hardships we say, “I’m so done with LOVE!”
But LOVE is never done with you, give it another round,
And you’ll start smiling that you’ve found the One
LOVE is a marathon of going round, and round, until
You can run this race of life with someone you truly,
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE - _and their LOVE you want!_
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 5:23 PM UTC
"I am a victim of circumstance."
Are we not all?
Play not devoid
But freely strum the chords
Of sympathy and even empathy,
Far from pieces which are familiar,
For situations one might sparsely fathom.
When someone's fallen
Reach out a hand to help them up
Even if it slows you down,
Even when it is not expected.
For when is a fall the expectation?
And who among us is the exception?
Reflect, act, remark.
If I am to cross the line which signals finish
It will be knowing you
Have completed the marathon.
Having waded the haze that is "competition,"
In a day & age where that means so little
And should still mean less,
I will have been obscured by nothing.
For in that trek, I won;
In the journey of the sport of love
I went the distance for a companion.
When I knelt,
I chanced a "prize"
But it was you who made me champion.
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 11:16 AM UTC
She surrenders her joys
A-line highway what ploys
Per- day 2 B or not to Be
B for breakaway
Windy- seaway everyday
endless living
Stay to the right tossing skirt
Gossip throwing unwanted dirt
Smoky bear mountain no harm
Losing one valuable gift charm
His name in honor
feeling complete
Highway for justice and absolute
The right way
Aroma apple pie putting on
Your husbands
Graphic artist highway- tie
How many people on the highway
Never to confess and lie
Highway doesn't have any privacy
True saint of shrubbery mountain tops
curved figure highways
Reckless cliffs skirt ruffles love
feeling rammed
Turn of the century traffic jammed
Your skirt flew up like wild goose chase
You rather of went Big- City marathon
bike race
By- way time -may be- silent have
nothing to say?
Performance piano Steinway
Skirt highway waving flag winning everyday*
Your skirt drenched rooftop concerts
Nest of Blue Jays no highway
Serenity sky draw the deviant
But words can heal even on a highway
My lips are sealed?
Jul 23, 2023
Jul 23, 2023 at 2:05 PM UTC
I need a breather,
for I have set a timer,
in each fraction of my life
I've never tried running a marathon but,
I have always felt that I'm running out of time.
Oct 20, 2021
Oct 20, 2021 at 8:49 AM UTC
The thing about time is that it seems so long,
yet it can easily slip out of our hands
It seems so hazy,
one goes fast
one is slow
and there is this one
that feels like a dream
I don't want to let go of it;
don't run
don't walk
don't stop
don't go.
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 5:32 AM UTC
You don't need to run
You don't need to prove anything
to anyone...
Remember!
It's not a race
so you don't have to keep up
with the pace...
Take a step at a time
even if you are in your prime...
just like a toddler
or a mountain climber
Progress is all you need
No matter how small
no matter if you crawl
or even if you fall
as long as you rise
Remember!
You will always get the prize...
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 6:24 PM UTC
writing all my problems on paper
thinking they'll solve themselves
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 5:26 AM UTC
People call it ******* up your mental health by doing to many things at one."
No it's called stretching your mind and running a marathon 24/7.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC
Until the sun rise
I will be my own light
Until the cloud disappear
I will be my own sun
I have lost a battle
Not the war
Sorry but...
White flags do not belong in my backpack
Steps after steps
Miles after miles
This was not supposed to be a sprint
But a marathon
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 9:25 AM UTC
I bet you are tired now
Coz' you were in my dream
Yesterday night
Running a marathon.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 10:35 PM UTC
Emptiness has built a home I inhabit trapped inside my shell
If I remain here at least I'll make it look a little less like Hell
My thoughts form with cohesive structure
Dancing with clumsy pictures that slice and puncture
Do the words I am saying make any sense?
Or are they just ramblings of a mind depressed?
Closing in towards the end of strength and will
The finish line seems further still
No one near cheering me on
As I stumble this one-man marathon
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 7:32 AM UTC
They say that
Life is a journey.
But they’re wrong.
But it’s been much more than that.
All my life,
I’ve been running.
Sometimes,
It catches up and slows me down.
When I’m out of breath,
I can’t stop.
I can’t quit.
I can’t let go.
I can’t fail.
I can’t deal with life.
I just have to keep running…
Life’s a marathon.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
The Devil himself
…..he read that online
mine poetry about poverty
that poverty was about
the grammar mistakes in many poems
the stupidity started chasing me
declared instantly me-moi as his enemy
his words, so absurd
a lunatic so terrific
I thought he could read poetry
but….I was mistaken....
my beloved one never knew
the alienating appearance of this blind male
I wrote about true poetry and its poverty
he associated with politics and its tactics
I thought he could read poetry
but….I was mistaken....
thought he ran the marathon
but....I was mistaken,
he was chasing me constantly,
God said to me: " Have never fear, Sylvia
I am with you all the time"
all my fears disappeared instantly
from far I heard the thunder
and I saw the brightest lightning
a man fell down shouting for help
on my way, I passed his burnt body
terrible smell of burnt blood
Hey! That was the one who was constantly chasing me
The devil himself with his poker face
Thank you, dear Lord,
you have helped me in Your Time....
that resonates with mine,
oh Lord, You are sublimest!
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 8:38 AM UTC
"What's the worst feeling?"
"When you feel like you're running
a marathon, but everyone else
simply sees
a 50 meter sprint."
C.M
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC
You ran in front of me
There were multiple lanes
But there was only you
And I
You were so far ahead
I could barely keep up
But you turned your head
And told me
"I'm here."
You guided me through every hurdle
And warned me of every unstable ground
I chased
And you stopped
You came into my lane
And held my hand
"Let's do this together"
And we did
*But the finishing line was near
And you had to win the prize
So you let go of me
And left me behind
But I am okay with it
For you won...
...And I am happy for you*
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 12:15 AM UTC
Journeys rendered dateless,
Unending,
Wayward and extending out,
Round the compass points --
Dizzying aspiration to cease this race,
To slow my sprinting soul,
This pace splintering, in exhaustion.
Expiring breath of hope or of home
Evaporated in a distance
Vanishing and
Disconnected.
Drifting
On trackless tides, across
Labyrinthine depths,
Within the vast heart
Of the world
I cannot run from.
Yet, I moved to and between
The center or its peripherals, in
Singular or collectives,
Seeking pattern and
Drawing connectives –-
Brushing by and
Bustling among
People
Entranced In their own
Objectives.
I watched their movements
And their exchanges,
I heard their rituals and
Invocations.
In all these transitions,
They have no inkling
That their seemingly trite
Lives merely manifest
The epic motifs of the heavens!
Our imaginations mirror
The vitality of the gods!
We are as immortal as they!
Our simple, sensual stories
Are also enduring legends
Unfolding,
As our pages turn,
Our flags are unfurling!
Just as our fellow
Olympians of old
Engaged in a marathon of
Endeavor to heights
Unimagined!
From those mystic days
Since Orpheus’ ardent lyre
Sang notes
Of Nature’s divinity, Her
Eternal sweetness.
We need only sense that
It is in Nature’s essence
We are sharing.
With her, we are joined in
An undying marriage,
A unified pairing –
Our human heritage,
Our dignified bearing.
We share in that song,
We share in that sweetness,
We share in that race,
We share in Her immanence.
This journey is our own.
It goes on, unending!
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 1:11 PM UTC
I hope you won't ever get tired
Of running in my mind
Because I never get tired
Of writing about you all the time
I hope you won't run out
And I hope you will stay
I hope, to you, I'll never run out
Of things to say
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 6:41 AM UTC
Laying on a sheetless matress,
day-drinking until bottled spirit dry.
Loveless in a ghost's nest,
never believing I
could be something more,
something from a Christmas card.
Take the long neck, smash the body
and fantasize to the shard.
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC
I fell into the trap of
screaming my struggles at the
top of the roof so someone would
see me as I stepped forward to jump off.
I climbed down the ladder after hearing no one,
burned it in the fire, put on my sneakers,
and went for a run.
A little jog turned into
a mile,
then two,
then twenty five,
last one a marathon.
So many who have my past hold it
because they put me down or were
overwhelmed by my triggering words.
This is why I put down the car keys
because if I am seen crying in a car
after crashing it driving emotionally upset,
they know they did something right.
Stretching after a marathon was the destruction
of every bad memory of a bully who made their
remark into a marathon.
I was the runner
this time.
They know,
they did something
wrong and I am fierce.
I have power,
and I am
golden and
I did the
right
thing.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
I'm on a strict diet of
red wine and smoke
as I train for a marathon
of loneliness, self-discovery, and
moving on.
Letting you go was crushing,
and I still fight the
urge at least once a day
to unblock your number
just so I can say hello.
Nearly everything takes me back to you,
whether it's a sunset I know you'd cherish
or a poem I know you'd
want to analyze with me.
You live in the tree's green leaves
and in the smiles of strangers.
I feel you next to me as I
toss and turn in my bed,
and I smell you in the candles
that are supposed to soothe me.
It seems cruel that you can't be around,
and my heart often
threatens my head for *******
a good thing up.
But the good I had with you
was bad for me,
and I know I need to let myself
be broken so that I can
one day be full again.
I'm on a strict diet of
red wine and smoke
as I replace the love I have for you
with love I'm finding of and
for myself.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC