I watched the world float by, on interstellar degenerations as I ran down the city streets. I couldn't bare to deal with my feelings at the moment. I just ran. The constant tap tap tap of my feet hitting the slightly wet pavement echoed through my thoughts. Thinking back to time when I was younger, when happiness was around, hovering over me like a new butterfly with still sticky wings. I remember my laughter back then, and wonder where and if I will ever acquire it again.
My mind turns over the thoughts from the day, the glares from those who know me, glaring when I havent even been around. My thoughts a turmoil of neverending excuses and catalystic emotions that sail through and stop at the tip of my tounge. I feel like I am no longer free. Free to be who I am, Free to even see. My feet run without me moving, like I am stuck on the treadmill of life. Always running away, but never moving.
Tap Tap Tap, Pounding the ground with even more force than I meant, Tears began streaming down my face as I ran harder, Faster, Wanting to run from the unhappiness trailing behind me like a thick fog, ready to grab me if I slow. I silently scream out at the world, at the unfairness that things have a way of turning against me. It was an art, my mother said. An art to completely disillusion and configure unhappiness at others. Just my luck. No really. Just. My. Luck. I cant stand running anymore, as I collapse on a patch of thick grass. Tears shining down my face, I stare into the midnight sky, and watch a new butterfly, with sticky wings, land beside me. My laugh is heard echoing into the night.
Maybe things really aren't as bad as I thought they were.
Author notes
I wrote this without thinking.... So I dont know if this qualifies 
A contest entry
- Show us how odd you are! by Noir mariposa...x.
1750 points, ended March 17, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you feel when you read this?
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You are a strange one
I loved the "butterfly with sticky wings" part, very new and odd and interesting
Thanks for entering!
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LOL! But you loveeeeeee me
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Of course
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Great job. Running and never seeming to get anywhere is a theam for the ages. The butterfly with the sticky wings is the one that's laughing.
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This is great! Sometimes we write some really
interesting things at the spur of the moment.
Great thoughts here and I loved reading the whole thing! Well done and good luck to you!
Jeremy0826
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aw wow, the third paragraph really stood out to me, wonderfully done, and good luck
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awesome write
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This is good! It's abstract enough to sound like poetry but in prose it seems to make too much sense to butcher into poetry. Well done!
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