I got some friends,
I call them iron buddy.
The rusty one,
the shiny one,
and the fashionable one.
My rusty buddy teaches me
that to be strong I gotta
go through that dirty yellowish thing.
My shiny buddy proves me
that outlook is important but
it shall show the quality inside.
The last one, my fashionable buddy
whispers to me that although people like him,
not every person needs him.
I learn to be a better of me.
Give up or build up your strenghts.
Do planks and set ups also push ups.
Is it best too work out longer or shorter?
Shorter at intense, range will yeild epic results.
These are your planes work out 53 days.
Each day do 29 push ups 55 sets ups 300 pull ups.
Remix take protein supplements for hard core help.
Drink water only devotion is key in your resume.
Only thang's too focuse on are as follows.
Strenght and power calm and control your breaths.
Work out 3 to 4 mins use stop watch.
As your body, will change rapidly am a body developer skilled, at development and production of hulks.
go to sleep in back of car
in walmart parking lot
get 1 dollar large coffee from mcdonalds
what a deal
then I read
then drive to gym
to take shower
then somebody comes bursting through the curtain
with a hard on
I tell him
timmy, that was a one time thing
I’m not gay
he shakes his head, says
you’ve said that everyday
for the last 30 days
Need that for life
Got to do it
When you wanted to lose weight
In the gym
Have to work hard
for Workout to be done.
Why losing weight off ya body?
Because it called "workout"
And being healthy is good
But don't eat too much fry things
Cause it can damage your life
Strength and Personality.
Workout is healthy
Healthy is workout
So be healthy and exercising today.
By K-mari ©2016
the plates are
do they always have to
the need to feel
the drive to express the self
so day in
the iron is pumped
the veins are filled with the
blood of men turned
warriors but they leave
warriors turned men
When you told me I was doing great for a woman my size, I passed you off and told myself that "compliment" had good intentions.
When you called me sweet cheeks I ignored you. A woman like me is used to men like you.
When you told me the stair master made my ass look bangin, I was both honored and appalled. My ass may be my greatest feature but sexual comments have their place and the gym is not one of them.
When you asked me for my number, you were rude, acting in a way in which no gentleman should act. I told you no. And I meant no.
When you called me a whore loud enough for the whole gym to hear, you were only making yourself look bad.
When you came up and wrapped your arm around my shoulder and told me you were going to take me out for a good time on friday night, I was terrified and suddenly praying for a rape whistle.
When you insisted I promptly informed you I was lesbian, and to let you down gently, not my type.
When you called me a dyke I took no offense, that word has become meaningless. Then you told me it must be a phase, that I just hadn't been with a man like you. That you could change me.
When you said "hop on this dick dyke" I was done with your games. I pushed you aside and when you jerked my shoulder back you were the one to end up with their ass on the ground.
Dear namless man at the gym,
When you said you could help me through my phase, you were wrong. Being gay is not my phase. Being straight was.
I see the way you look at me
a fat girl wearing a crop top at the gym.
Your frown screams how dare you
and I'm sure your mind says it too.
The small girl walks in
with perfect hair and shorts barely there.
You will avert your eyes
to avoid the ugly in your gym.
You walked over and smiled.
Gave me some advice
and moved on.
There are boys I know
from middle and high school;
I haven't seen in years.
I see them wonder at my clothes
while acknowledging me
with tiny pursed smiles.
There are women larger than I
they look at me with disgust
and I don't know why.
So many judgements
in a place where walls are mirrors
and sweat is a normal thing.
But do these people really feel
the way I think they do?
Because I look at them
and don't really care.
We're all just working out
in a gym
trying to become
who we want to be.
Something new has been creeping in amongst my peer groups.
They all seem to be hitting the gym,
And walking around with those USN bottles
In which they put their idolised protein shakes.
It's obviously a new thing,
Something that I should partake in, right?
Because, you know,
I ought to conform.
It's not for me.
I look in the mirror and see
A skinny boy with a stomach that's sticking out a lil'.
I only think one thing,
I need a six pack urgently :
But those bulging biceps?
No, unnecessary, if you ask me.
Maybe I'd like my calves to look more defined,
But what I'm seeing is too much time in the gym...
Or maybe some foul play involving the use of steroids.
I have been told by many that bodybuilding could stunt your growth,
And I plan on being able to dunk on a basketball court one day...
So, I don't think I'd want to be built and short.
My annoying laughing fits are always triggered when my friends support their actions with, "Bra, chicks dig this."
Because being a bodybuilder surely wouldn't kill my shyness...
But if that's what they need to attract girls,
Then who am I to judge?
The guy who can't even ask a girl for the time...