#runner
I feel like Lenny Kravitz's-"i want to get away"- I feel like Michael Jackson's-"leave me alone"-I feel like Prince's-"when doves cry"(but on a deeper level than ("romantic relationships") I feel like Lionel Richie and the Commodores'- "i want to fly away"....
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 7:56 AM UTC
They cheered for them
moms with cameras, dads with proud eyes.
I stood alone,
four medals in my hands,
three gold, one silver,
like they meant something.
I ran fast today.
I always do.
People say it’s talent.
My stepmom says
it’s because I like running from my problems.
She laughs when she says it.
She doesn’t know
I run
because when I run,
the pain stays behind
for a while.
No blades.
No pills.
Just breath and burning legs
and the sound of my heart
trying to beat louder than the thoughts.
I crossed every line first
but still came last
in the only race that mattered,
the one where someone waits
at the end.
Sometimes I wonder
what it would feel like
to look into the crowd
and see someone who looks like love.
To have someone call my name
like it meant home.
I wish I had that kind of family,
the kind you don’t have to earn.
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 6:40 AM UTC
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.
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 2:04 PM UTC
miles and miles I stroll
without an inch of tiredness -
distance runner mind.
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 12:35 AM UTC
miles and miles I stroll
without an inch of tiredness -
distance runner mind
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 12:09 AM UTC
Run down the street Feet patter
Flip Flops, Running Shoes, Bare Feet.
Quickly, Slowly.
Plip Plop, Hip Hop.
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
You’re were,
A father?
No,
You were a runner.
Were.
You can’t run anymore.
You hid your heart while you ran,
So it never got stronger,
When you finally did use your heart,
Your heart was weak,
So weak that it killed you.
Now I’ll wear it,
Your ashes,
In a heart.
A badge dangling from my neck,
A sign,
A remembrance that shows how to use a heart.
-For, if you use it incorrectly it’ll **** you, I’ve learned.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC
I want to feel the rush
of a thousand winds
incessantly pushing my sternum
back against my heart.
I want to taste the adrenaline
in its most natural form
as it flows through
my veins swelled with life.
I want to smell the carbon
of the passing drivers
concerned only
with the color of a light.
I want to see the sweat
cloud and sting my eyes
Blind me, I am unconcerned
my being suffers
as I push
my body
to the edge.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
~~~
I sat alone in the bleachers
On a Friday night
I saw the ghost of my brother
Saw the ghost of my fallen kite
And I met you for the
1st,
2nd,
3rd,
4th,
5th,
6th time
Because when I'm with you, time stops,
And there's nothing but the air and us
And the city lights, and fast food stops, and gas stations
You give me tingles across my body, ecstatic sensations
And I'm sorry if I'm fixated,
On your big, beautiful...
Aspirations, and dreams
Because they involve me
And, and
I love you!
But what is love?
Baby, please don't hurt me
Because my heart can't take anymore breaking
But there isn't anymore love,
It's all about internships and college and jobs
My body yearns, and throbs
For your touch
A little too much
I'm drowning, in my feelings
And the noises
The ocean is washing over my grave
The ocean is washing open your grave
In my heart, you're the one that keeps me safe
We're mixing the palettes of each other's colours
I love you,
So will you be my kite runner?
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 12:29 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
Feel empty in your post apocalyptic City of Angels,
Where not even your pets are real!
An electric android, a sheep or a frog,
The whir-flutter of micro-electrical wings of a butterfly.
Good, and so you ought.
Now grab the handles of your empathy box,
And in a shared virtual hallucination –
Feel: empathy, depression, pain, delusion and despair,
The outré myriad gifts of consciousness.
Billions of discombobulated and disconnected wrecks:
Adam's sons; Eve's daughters,
And among them simulations too,
Fakes! androids!
A phony circuit of implanted semi-conscious memories,
A hive of neural malaise!
Welcome to our world;
know how dead inside I am.
You, yes, you:
Need a pet to make you more complete?
Maybe you can afford
A Fake Fakir Flake like me who looks like Jude Law,
Sounds like Richard Burton,
And silently romances you like Rudolph Valentino.
Come and stick what’s left of your mind,
In here,
In hair,
Hear her:
har, har, har…
A box of lies...
A voice, Mercer's,
With texture from an age you neither lived in nor dared in:
Al Jerry's, a TV actor,
Droning on in pre-selected tones.
The real thing, the men, the women, the children - their animals -
Made in the wild, wild desert,
In the green pulsing savannah,
On the open crusted sea;
Now too, washed, choked, and drained,
Too many spliced and diced mutations,
Iterating your image:
The thing that was my heart,
My Child, now its imitation.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 7:42 AM UTC
Darkest black treading dirt
Left impression for their worth
White stripes across the side
Streak into the evening sky
Like a flash when I run
Flickering becomes a dying sun
Potential of what will never come
So I run, I have to run
Old laces dusted *****
Push them through the holes
In a hurry
Rushing now because I’m worried
The sound of sneakers pounding dirt
The sound of how much it really hurts
So I run, I have to run
The soles so loose
Sound funky when they flap
Still I love those messed up shoes
Which is why I’ll never take them back
When life is hard when it starts to sting
I turn around and start jogging
I am not a prisoner, I was born to be free
Even if all I have are these old shoes
To chase away those heavy blues
I will run until I am done
I had to run, I always run
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 7:01 PM UTC
I am a runner.
I run from the truth,
I run from the lies.
I run from possibilities,
I run towards my demise.
I run from the chances,
I run from any and all.
I run from my pain,
I run from happiness...
I just hope that I can keep
From running from you.
I am a runner...
In the past that's all I knew,
Now I have a chance at staying too.
I've always been a runner it's true;
But maybe I can be a fighter too.
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
I wonder if she knows
Just how infatuated I am
Day after day
How light my shoulders feel
This was never me
I am better this time
I ran
A devoted runner
In the sense I didn't want to stay
Or settle for something less
I wonder if you know it's different now
I found my home with you
I am not a liar when I say the sky is brighter and the air feels cleaner
I wonder if you know
If you truly know
Your skin is the only texture I desire.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
Like a careful runner
enjoys the race
You make me breathless
at the sight of your face
And as the runner
collapses in the end
I realize we
Will always be
Just friends
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 8:25 AM 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 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
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
But how do you win when you've already lost?
And how do you forgive when you already know the cost?
What's it feel like?
I can't tell anymore, I'm so long lost.
Does it ever end?
Do we stop, dry our eyes, just pretend?
And if there is indeed a way out which one do you recommend?
What's it feel like?
Is there hope for the lost souls?
Is there a way to be good again?
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
You my friend love to run more than anyone I know
You run so fast your body has to catch up and when it can't it slows you down pulling a hamstring
Then the other
And then your left one again
You had bruises for months trailing up and down your legs-your battle wounds
Weeks upon weeks of stretching
Icing massaging caring bracing eating
Trying so hard to sooth the pain
So bad it hurt to sit
Slowly but surely your legs came back
A tedious process of long nights and good mornings
One day you were new again
In the sweltering heat you taught your legs what it felt like to run
And they loved it
The months flew by chasing you down
You were unstoppable getting first and second a states in the winter
Things were looking up and you started to get anxious about college who would choose you?
But in the end, you chose them
You are an official member of OSU
Proud to be a buckeye
Outdoor season started and you are oh so careful
Spending an hour every day before practice to warm up slowly to not repeat last year's trial
Hours spent after practice to ice and stretch hoping that this horrendous day would ever come again
Today I watched you
I was sprinting on the field while you were meticulously counting and calculating your speed and steps by doing drills
Our brothers strides by-racing each other in the 600
You strode along their side-beating them all when you started to limp
Your eyes turned glossy
Your face crumpled in despair
I to you asking if you were ok
You looked at me like a deer in headlights
To scared to tell me-hoping that the devil couldn't possibly come back to haunt you
Your eyes told me everything
Two pops and a pull
Bad
Very bad
But it's your right leg- your good leg
Impossible
The emotions hit you like you were on a bumpy roller coaster
Frustration
Angst
Anger
Sadness
Frustration
Anger
What did you do wrong?
What variables didn't add up?
Why you?
Why?
I wanted so badly to comfort you
To hug you
But it would put you in so much pain
Who knew that a hug could do so much harm?
I helped you to the trainer
Every step was another test and another reminder
Why can something you love so much it hurts you?
Why should someone so good feel the pain of a pulled muscle?
Why?
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC