Shy crying
The kind where you hide your face
The kind where you run away
Like a child run away
Shy tears
The kind that keep on coming
The kind that keep on flowing
Like a rainstorm keep flowing

I’m running
The hard kind of running
The kind of running where you forget to breathe
And your lungs burn every step
I’m running so fast
Just waiting to fall
Bracing for a fall
I can’t see through these shy tears

Shy cuts
The kind that you hide
The kind that although hidden everyone sees
And many questions arise
Shy blood
The kind that keeps on coming
The kind that won’t stop
The kind that will never stop

I’m running
The hard kind of running
The kind you don’t care where you go
And you forget to breathe
And your lungs hurt
And your heart hurts
So you cry

Shy pills
The kind that is small
The kind that hold power
And your not sure just how many to take
Shy eyes
The kind that are bloodshot
The kind that you hide
And the colors turn to flavors in your pupils

I’m running
The hard kind of running
The kind where you don’t care where you go
Or how far
You just want to go till you faint
Faint and fall and forget it all
The running where your lungs hurt
Of forgotten breath
And your eyes hurt of to many tears

Shy dark
The kind only you know
The kind you see one time
And with it comes loneliness unbound
Shy death
The kind that comes
After to many tears
And to many pills
And to much running with not enough breath

Write about what you're running from. What are you running from? Where are you going? Where do you think you're going? Where do you want to go? Where are you now?

I know all about running. I used to run a hundred miles a day. Tell me a story about the moments leading up to the running. If it's just that nothing makes sense, then show how it doesn't make sense.

It's possible that the poem might change you.

You keep changing your name! its hard for us feeble minded people to keep up with!
when i am writing, i many times tend to write my feelings and not explane the reasons to begin with or the outcome. this poem kind of just came out of me. there are no reasons (that i know of) and there is no outcome. i have no idea what the poem is about or what my subcountious is trying to resolve. It is difficult for me to explane what i do not comprehend.
later, when i see what it the poem is about, i will re-write it and post it again. i am sure that any poetry will change me, whether i see it now or not. its a wonderful thing to think about, that this poem may have resolved something inside of me that i am not even aware of.

I try and keep the names recognizable. I like to leave some clues behind.

i think that this poem is amazing...good job

I just noticed the patern, "shy..., shy running, shy..." It's a good thing when there is something left for a reader to catch on the second time around.