"outrunning" poems
(1674.)
I have desired, and I have been desired;
But now the days are over of desire,
Now dust and dying embers mock my fire;
Where is the hire for which my life was hired?
Oh vanity of vanities, desire!
Longing and love, pangs of a perished pleasure,
Longing and love, a disenkindled fire,
And memory a bottomless gulf of mire,
And love a fount of tears outrunning measure;
Oh vanity of vanities, desire!
Now from my heart, love's deathbed, trickles, trickles,
Drop by drop slowly, drop by drop of fire,
The dross of life, of love, of spent desire;
Alas, my rose of life gone all to prickles,--
Oh vanity of vanities, desire!
Oh vanity of vanities, desire;
Stunting my hope which might have strained up higher,
Turning my garden plot to barren mire;
Oh death-struck love, oh disenkindled fire,
Oh vanity of vanities, desire!
14.3k
GUNS
Tanning
Karate
Outrunning storms on 40
Outlasting my compatriots full of toxins
Yawning after afternoon
Delight and coffees.
I'm going to miss her like hell
When I expatriate,
Her and these simple road signs.
Dec 22, 2011
Dec 22, 2011 at 2:40 AM UTC
obviously to think and enjoy it
you have to turn your mind
into a mollusc in an oyster shell,
slow... slow... (yawn)... slower...
then you suddenly get electrocuted!
boom! now you're thinking,
you're not as tense as a running
cheetah, hard rock heart muscle,
not too eager on karaoke of karate,
you're the tortoise outrunning
achilles; because the brain enables
such functioning, it's not exactly
an eager heart in the university of
the body - and why is it that domestic
life has completely succumbed to
the gratifications of chemistry with
toothpaste and bleach and other
cleaning materials; i wouldn't
be against doping athletes, i'd tell them
to embrace it... let's synthesise another
world record sprint in the olympics,
because an analysis would mean
talking about 9.58 / 9.51...
and that would be as interesting as looking
at the rosetta stone for clarification
of ancient egyptian: owl, big fish, little fish
carbohydrates boxed;
and still a flea could outrun you,
a flea, yeah, never mind the cheetah.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 5:46 AM UTC
Spirituality without religion, politics without opinion
My knowing soul blinks into the ebbing light
Outrunning the plodding clockwork:
My inner intrepid sprints into the hazy night
All at once, the arc slits the velveteen,
The searchlights are pounding
Their harsh silence crashes in my ears,
My beatnik – she’s drowning
The magician holds a rope ladder
Spun of parotted truths and ink print thoughts:
My knowing soul blinks,
And stays its lonely course
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 6:24 AM UTC
like a hot-wheel guided by
a holy hand above, he makes
impossible feats as if the car
creates the road, his free hand
is just as busy making
fanatic gestures to guide
scrambled linguistics
or it rests out the window
seeking a courtship
with the wind
clasping the door handle, wide-eyed
the passenger rides safely adjacent to Fear,
but at every turn Momentum carries Fear deep into the heart
where its is pumped via veins, icing the body
with awe inspiring visions.
Visions controlled by the last true
American Driver.
He drives like only a thief
can, poised by paranoia, pure thrill
achieved only through the drive, race or
getaway.
in a past life,
Neal was a great Outlaw
outrunning potbelly sheriffs
to plump on the saddle to rival
the great horsemen of their day
he’d chase trains down,
taming and taunting them
with speed and skill.
or
perhaps
he was a horse himself.
a terrific thoroughbred
bluegrass fed.
tritting
trotting
his way to a Triple Crown.
trainers fed him Benzedrine
to gage the beast. they feared
he would run through the finish line
and straight across the country
like a maniacal madman
looking for the last
true road
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
And you think
no one will know
to put change in this cup
because it is empty.
The rain hitting
the paper of it
doesn’t sound the same
as the clinking coins of yesterday.
A child skips across
the bridge, outrunning
her raincoat, ahead of mother,
does one and then another
double take because she
does not want her raincoat
anyway, wants to feel
water bead on skin,
she falls back and takes it
from mother’s outstretched hands
and tosses it to the folded ones
of the man.
She has one pound
to spend today, mother may
I?
No.
Mother, why?
You watch her little hands
ball into fists,
her eyes cloud with mist
that melts into the rain.
You watch mother open a door,
watch a wind tunnel batter
the chandelier ornaments,
they clink like wind chimes or coins.
The child safely inside,
mother’s eyes glare back,
fear without reason,
they shout
I want that raincoat back.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
I write still to show
The flaws I've corrected
Before I must go
Here's some I've perfected
I’m breakable bones
My weakness is real
You can crush them with stones
But my spirit is steel
I've howled depressions
With lone wolf confide
I've roared at oppressions
With lion king pride
I rose unforgiving
From indifferent graves
To haunt those unliving
As apathy's slaves
I council with silence
Keep quiet rapport
With deafening violence
Of thoughts waging war
I’m pop country's menace
Funk you profanity
Spit-venom vengeance
And breakdowns of sanity
I’ve sung innuendos
Love's chorus revised
By symphonic crescendos
Two beats harmonized
I’ll never stop trying
To save this blue sphere
Our mother is crying
Apocalypse tears
I move hyperactive
My sprinting brain sped
Beyond the distractive
Outrunning my dread
I’m tempests emerging
Typhoons kept at bay
And now my storm surging
Will blow you away
I’ve fearlessly gazed
Upon Grim's complexion
The hell that was raised
Was just my reflection
I channel my hate
As my anger stream grows
Into rivers irate
Then tranquility flows
I form nations in clouds
Above law and border
No star-spangled shrouds
In my higher world order
I’m heat-seeker lines
Poetic napalms
Metaphor landmines
And ticking rhyme bombs
I've warped my perceptions
And force-choking grips
And Death Star conceptions
From jedi mind trips
And I’ll leave you assured
My defense will not yield
Until peace is ensured
And these wounds have all healed
Incurred as the ward
Of my muses concealed
Now commanding a horde
Of the furies revealed
I have severed accord
With the fates I have sealed
I've matured and endured
On this life battlefield
With this pen as my sword
And this pain as my shield
For I am the lord
Of the words that I wield
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC
What I wouldn't give to go back to the time,
When all I wanted was to be the leader of the line,
When none of my friends tried to pressure me into crime,
When my lyrics didn't even have to rhyme,
Well now guess what, we're all grown up,
Realities checks and balances tend to make me say ****
A word that before I barely even knew the meaning,
Now has become something you might hear me screaming,
Please, let me go back to when we only drank juice,
When "smoking a fatty" was outrunning a fat dude,
When a gun was just a tool in a video game,
When you only paper-cut, it wasn't to relieve pain,
When nobody got killed over being called gay,
Man, I wanna teleport back to Pre-K..
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 6:26 PM UTC
They want us marching to the sound of fear,
Footsteps dull, thudding in-time with one another,
Eyes always fixed on the horizon,
Searching for a sun that always lies just too below to see.
We cannot go back;
Nighttime has already fallen
And we march ever forward, chasing sunlight or outrunning darkness.
We are never sure which.
The stars are no longer the pinpricks that show us a glimpse of Heaven
Poking through the blanket of vast, lonely nothingness.
They have mutated into the eyes of our enemies,
And they surround us and outnumber us a million to one.
They want us to move forward, but no matter how far we march,
We are followed by more and more eyes, twinkling and menacing.
Black silhouettes of trees stand against indigo skies,
Swaying so erratically in the wind that we swear they're chasing us.
March faster than the trees, faster than the stars' light can travel.
March faster than the sound of the war drums can reach our panicking ears.
They are here. I can hear the drums.
Can you hear the sound of drums?
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
Fear.
Has picked up my trail
Is looking to find me.
Fear.
He's right on my tail
He's coming to bind me.
I run through the night
I'm looking behind me.
With no one in sight
I'm running to find me.
Where would I go?
How would I get there?
Will I ever come back?
Would anyone care?
I'm outrunning fear
Running to find me
Who will come near
And help me come find me.
Out of nowhere it strikes me
I fall to the ground
Out of nowhere it fights me
From pain do I drown
Away from the pain
I go and I swim
But what will I gain
If I actually win.
I'm running away
But there's something I lack
I know I can't stay
But do I have to go back?
8/3/13
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
Tic talk lunatic,
walking creepy and scary.
Romantic click unlock with no
knocking, too sleepy to carry
The shovel.
This shovel.
The shovel is very
heavy like a rock,
makes it harder to bury
realistic-tic in time, outrunning the clock.
And to talk so simplistic is stunning; we left in shock.
Come write outright, you're right.
Come right out, write your right.
Come write outright your right.
For some succumb without rite read out to right from
being outright far from the right to play being dumb.
So it's mumble along, or remain under thumb.
We both know to be humble is wrong, when you're numb.
Come right out, write you're right.
Stumbling, shout insight;
incite doubt, crumbling.
In slight drought, the sun found dead
the unfounded site gets ahead.
I am astounded by the blood being shed,
when it sounded like the flood
all along was simply dread.
Everything is all inside your head.
But that was wrong, I limply said.
But you were strong. I see instead
that I belong back in my bed,
to track a song I wrote in red
before it's dead. And there I bled.
While I said,
Everything is all inside your head.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
I can’t get to sleep
Because my brain over thinks
I wish I could shrink it
For a night at least,
Just close my eyes and drift off
But my mind is racing
Steadily chasing
The thoughts overcoming me,
The thoughts keep outrunning me
I wish I was with you
I can't help but miss you
I try to tell myself otherwise
Keep piling lies on lies
I wish the lies were true
I don’t know why I want you
Alone the sleep won’t come
But you’re not coming either
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC
Numbed spines, turn-table minds of froth and iron, we shook-
Holding the flashlight while he wrenched at engine and rubber in the rain. Ward of the physical touch. When it wasn't too wet, we'd paint the windshield to match infinity then get in and drive. Drive, just go! As we
Implode.
Or lie in feilds. How many they are, numerous as stars, grassbeds sprinkled with violets and clover. -So similar. So same. The roads (we'd race, tires screeching, screaming, outrunning, false) and clouds that look like bedroom windows.
Anything's better than home when you don't know you're sick.
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC
If you stop for too long
you give your past a chance to catch up with you
and it will try eating you alive.
I’ve been moving for so long
that when I stop it hits me like
a tsunami of regret.
It tries to swallow me whole
and take me under.
But the thing about dreadful pasts,
and bitter memories
is that they make you stronger,
better,
faster.
And sometimes
you
can
outrun
them.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
There is a futility towards the external, that which does not allow result. The purple flower flutters as peace in pieces for the eyes to consume. All its power lies within living canal and tunnel, within the glories we do not see. All its mysteries are within the slowing down of worldly rhythm under thumb and neck and wrist. Its seeds and its seeds’ seedlings wait on paused condition. Under such rule, these pulses murmur and whisper over timed time, dividing as they roam such a mass. These beats halved and halved again, like footsteps slowed to the walk of dirges’ decrescendos. Suddenly there is the lifting, the heightening unknown, unwanted, the plastic bag over the brain, the sharp and climbing breath that scales too lofty uncontrolled unwarranted and rebellious, soon arrested under hand and heart, unable to meet such stimulation, it, without a hope. The flower consumed is the fighter on cue. There is no keeping it, the speed of paralysis outrunning, overcoming the only home such a heart ever knew, now shelled.
Mar 13, 2011
Mar 13, 2011 at 8:24 PM UTC
Walks through the Halls
Noises of norm throughout
Footsteps fall softly
Listening
Passing the wooden door
Heart quickens
Tears fill sea colored eyes
Steps continue past
Glances to the walls
If they could speak
Presses a bare ear to the stone
Wondering at the secrets it keeps
Fingers clasping
Wringing together
Thoughts cloud the brain
Images flash before her eyes
Covering ears
Willing it to stop
Not wanting to know
Turning
Fleeing
Outrunning the sound
Seen from the window
White silk billows behind the path she takes
He watches
Laughing
Knowing she knows
Eyes reflect evil
His lips mimic the eyes with a sneer
He knows that she knows
The secrets the walls keep
No one can escape
Written By: Niyahlove
Jan 12, 2010
Jan 12, 2010 at 12:47 PM UTC
A disturbance in the mirror
the sea a shattering gray
a sadness so heavy and unrelenting
never to go away
>>>>>>
Running so fast, so fast
outrunning the past
Slammed into a blinding light, a brick wall
hopped aboard a train
take me far from this pain
the emotion swelled like a wave in the ocean
>>>>>>
near-far, high-low, up above-down below
sickening emotion
hope like feathers------easily carried away by the wind
I danced like fire and my voice was carried by the wind
I walked like summer and crashed like the ocean
Believe me, love, I never wanted to be left broken.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
Here's to the New Year
For one filled with hope
Where we conquer the fear
With which we couldn't before cope.
To a year full of promises we mean to keep
To finally getting a good nights sleep.
Here's to a new dawn
One filled with a brighter sun
A day to face with out a yawn
And filled with joy and fun.
To a day for us to be reborn
After being battered and forlorn.
Here's to the new life
And the promises to change
To persevering through last year's strife
And outrunning terror's range.
To all the things that caused us pain
That they might at last bring forth gain.
Here's to the New Year
Filled with great unknowns
To have many days of cheer
And a light to us shown.
Here's to the hope of a better tomorrow
One filled with hope instead of last years sorrows.
Here's to the future me
To never forget the past
That I might always see
How God has built me to last.
Here's to a New Year filled with laughter
And to living life happily ever after.
1/3/14
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC
I've counted them all,
five in total.
Five hundred perhaps five million more after that.
I've counted them to get them solid...
Solid for to eat them up. Line them up like peas on a spoon.
I've run from them.
Fast, and my feet burns underneath.
I've run to India.
I've run to Mars.
They key to outrunning is not to look
back.
There, I just did.
I've colored them with periwinkle and yellow moon-glow crayons.
So carefully in the lines, I stayed.
Bright cheerful hues
to banish out the dark.
(You can't color out the dark.)
Oh, I've faced them,
****** foolish.
Face them, they'll multiply.
like a drop of water expanding
into a bucket of water
into a creek of water
into a river of water
into a monsoon.
Face them and you give them life.
Now you'll know they're real.
Now you'll know
that it holds hands
with
what can be.
Slick and satisfied, devouring mirth.
On it's back I climb stealthy-
ride it like a crocodile,
it can't lick you way up there
satisfied smile...
Oh, lover lover,
You can't bite what you can't reach.
sahn 10.11.14
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
Fished till the last possible moment
approaching storm is a formidable opponent
bounding from wave to wave I skip.
speed is king on this trip.
lightning and thunder growl behind me,
rain chases like a cheetah quickly
I see the point and make the turn.
cut wide and around the sand bar I burn.
under the dock we go to hide,
from the storm, the boat and I.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 10:51 AM UTC
Take me back to the beginning
In love with everything and everyone
Living with my soul thrown into the wind
Slurring my words over the phone
Sleeping with nature
And kissing flowers
Breathing clean and clear
It was easier then
More peaceful then
Counting stars until they turned into clouds
Outrunning due dates
Take me there
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 12:19 PM UTC
You were a whirlwind of moments
A tornado that swept in and left
Faster than all the destruction behind could ever prove
Quicker than I could ever stop
There was no chance in outrunning you
You reached the finish line
Before I could even find the track
You don't know though, and that's a shame
You'll always be my favorite disaster
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC
Oftentimes I feel
Like I'm stuck
You drift away
Move to another day
And on this plane I'm struck
By pain like cold hard steel
And you stop drifting
You start walking
Running
Outrunning reality
And me?
I'm
Stuck.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC
When young we look ahead, ignoring the mirror to the road behind,
full throttle forwards, pushing obstacles aside, eye on the prize, fulfilling parent's unmet desires.
When the road repeats and we run out of stimulus, we risk a glance, to remind ourselves what we left behind.
Often, it's only then that we are able to understand the places we once inhabited, or passed through. It's our first chance to have an objective view on the landscapes behind.
Landscapes we couldn't read when we travelled within them. Dodging between gigantic problems stacked against us. Ducking projectiles and outrunning stones thrown in anger, indifference, or sometimes vicious amusement. Our focus, only on the chaotic random patterns we must weave to survive. Running at the limits, burning potent fuel, stressing to the edge, in order to make it through.
Often, when we take a moment to check the rear view mirror, we can't help but marvel that we ever made it out.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC