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Array ( [sid] => 66482 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Freedom [time] => 2004-10-07 15:25:52 [hometext] => This was a poem that I enjoyed writing. How I feel when I go for my runs. Hope you enjoy! [bodytext] => My feet pound a steady rhythm into the tarmac.
It’s dark out and I can hardly see;
But I don’t care.
I know not where I’m going,
So how can I get lost?
My mind is blank;
Concentrating on nothing
but the road ahead.
I gain a sense of freedom.
The ability to escape the world...if only for a few hours.
All by putting on a pair of sneakers.
Am I running to something?
Or from? If so, what?
Not sure anymore.
All I know is I don’t want to stop;
As soon as I do, I have to return.
Back to the life I lead.
The one in which I’m suffocating.
The lies, deceit, betrayal.
This is the only way to avoid all that.
So for now, I’ll keep running;
Without a care in the world,
Until there comes a time,
When I can’t run anymore.
Not even to escape temporarily.
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Freedom

Contributed by tormentedpixie on Thursday, 7th October 2004 @ 03:25:52 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

My feet pound a steady rhythm into the tarmac.
It’s dark out and I can hardly see;
But I don’t care.
I know not where I’m going,
So how can I get lost?
My mind is blank;
Concentrating on nothing
but the road ahead.
I gain a sense of freedom.
The ability to escape the world...if only for a few hours.
All by putting on a pair of sneakers.
Am I running to something?
Or from? If so, what?
Not sure anymore.
All I know is I don’t want to stop;
As soon as I do, I have to return.
Back to the life I lead.
The one in which I’m suffocating.
The lies, deceit, betrayal.
This is the only way to avoid all that.
So for now, I’ll keep running;
Without a care in the world,
Until there comes a time,
When I can’t run anymore.
Not even to escape temporarily.

Copyright © tormentedpixie ... [ 2004-10-07 15:25:52]
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Re: Freedom (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Thursday, 7th October 2004 @ 09:59:00 PM AEST
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ah, i wish i could run and actually enjoy it. ::sigh:: soccer i guess would be like running is to you for me. =] hopefully the time where you cant run anymore, means you wont have any reason to.

Re: Freedom (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Thursday, 7th October 2004 @ 11:00:40 PM AEST
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Good write..... swimming does it for me....
Jenni

Re: Freedom (User Rating: 1 )
by Cynthia on Thursday, 14th October 2004 @ 03:58:24 PM AEST
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My freedom is writing poetry. You did a good job on this. Very well done. *S* Cynthia

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