Do You Have The Run's?!

Don't I have anything better to do at 11:30 p.m than to post old poetry? Nope. Apparently not. See here at The Green Straw I like to post superficial, unimportant, and sometimes funny things, but I occasionally have the desire to post poetry, or something about myself. So bare with me folks, I promise Paris Hilton nipple slips are coming... To start, this first poem is obviously about running. I admit, I'm a runner. I didn't start out that way, in fact I hated it with a passion that burned fiery hot, BUT I had to lose weight and this was the best way to do it (for free and when I had time). So now a year later (maybe a tad bit less) I can now say I enjoy it, sure it's painful but it's euphoric and releases a lot of stress. Running... The pound of my footsteps on the uneven pavement The warm breeze slapping my cheeks Sweat drips from my eyebrows into my eyes And I run faster Listening to my breath coming out in gasps The pain... The pleasure intermingling Joy and euphoria wash over me Like a bird set free Or like a starving man eating I grasp at the freedom Running for it Pounding footsteps becoming louder Heart beating erratically Trying to gasp for breath And feeling the sting of sweat in my eyes My joyful moment Racing for the prize... Capturing it like sand That slips through my fingers Yes, yes I know not everyone will like and/or "get" this poem, but it's not about pleasing everyone, it's about making myself happy damnit! ~grin~ Ahhh.... I have the power baby, ME!