#athlete
What if,
I'm never the same.
What if I step into the ring,
Onto the field,
And I hesitate.
I hesitate because I remember the sound,
Of me tendon snapping in two,
Because I relive the nights rithing in pain,
Because I remember the moments I missed,
Confined to my bed like a prisoner.
What if,
I'll never be as good,
As I was?
All because of one miss step,
One stumble.
What if?
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 10:43 PM UTC
Finally home after a long day of
playing back to back tournament games.
Take a hot sweet shower, eat, then lay
my body down in bed, straight flat.
“Awwwww”- yes feels so good…
………….
…………
………….
…………..
AHHHHH F——K
Dam_ craps!
Ugh the agony
Goodness gracious!
Nov 26, 2021
Nov 26, 2021 at 1:27 AM UTC
only good deeds
stay at ease
we’re in control of this destiny
try to make it pro so desperately
get recognize around the world & the big leagues
only one plan there’s nothing else
win multiple rewards to prove one’s self
I know we can make it
this chance we can take it
Lord, Lord, Lord
Dec 13, 2021
Dec 13, 2021 at 12:32 AM UTC
well-defined, bottom line
be victorious all the time
it’s my guy and just me
for all others to see
show our talent is our thing
scoring bucket’s what we bring
I’m your master plan…
I’m your master plan…
I’m your master plan…
Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 11:42 PM UTC
big dream & grind
a player with odd circumstance
battle life with a game of chance
practice hard through the trails
you’ll be rewarded with a great big smile
be thankful for the past
life will change for you very fast
Oh, oh, oh, yeah…..
Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 10:57 PM UTC
legend genes, wild machine
test your skills, ok King
you know me, biggest fan
master plan, ball to man
build that stash, let’s make cash
now I said what I said
I’m your master plan….
I’m your master plan….
I’m your master plan….
Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 9:44 PM UTC
I’m your partner; I’m your bestie;
bounce with me, on a daily
I’m your supporter; when you’re angry;
shoot your shot; express though feelings
you know me; ya main friend;
ball is life, til the end
I’m your master plan…
I’m your master plan…
Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 10:50 AM UTC
Icing my knees
through this cold machine
on this cold table thinking-
“I have to show out tonight for the fans and the scouts.”
So I take a deep breath
to focus a calm mind.
Relax my tense body,
leave my problems behind.
Begin to image myself scoring every play
with my enemy defeated by my hands.
Coach walks in- “You ready big time?”
I open my eyes facing him-
“We already won.”
Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 12:13 AM UTC
I’ll never forget senior night
when I first noticed you
after our last home game of the season.
I was at the game table,
broadcasting on the radio
my plans after high school.
I notice you starring me down
Ms. Hazel eyes.
biting your lips, smiling.
waiting for me to finish.
Glancing at you, ending my interview quickly.
grabbing my full attention.
Walking over, to approach you, I said:
“I remember you love
from earlier in the season.
nice to see you again lol
here’s my number
come see me tonight.”
Oct 15, 2021
Oct 15, 2021 at 1:14 AM UTC
Draining sweat out of my mind on the black line
wondering how the hell did we get here???…
one minute it’s 5on5.
i’m on the JV squad beating varsity with ease.
intense energy arise.
next minute, coach is ****** has all of us on the line like soldiers. running in sections of groups of 3-4
varsity runs first
JV next
freshman third
whoever’s left just run last.
as we look at the scoreboard,
the death clock is set for one minute.
all we have to do is beat the clock
before time runs out,
otherwise we keep running.
a full-court “Kentucky Derby” sprint
and yet, we’ve been practicing for 7 hours
on a school night.
mentally exhausted
from homework due tomorrow.
physically in pain from the drills.
Coach yells: “NEXT GROUP!”
dam_. here we go.
Coach: “GO!”
tick, tick, tick
Oct 15, 2021
Oct 15, 2021 at 1:48 AM UTC
Sometimes in the morning
I'll crack my back so hard,
I think I might just
snap in half.
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 8:56 AM UTC
Star soldier with the rocket arm,
you bleed silver, gold,
and product placement.
Smile big for the camera,
the media will sell its soul
for a new bankable face.
Party hardy, Heisman candidate,
******** your semi-steady's
sorority sister,
then ask to see her again
sometime after the **** kit.
It's quite alright,
so long as you have talent
beyond this hemisphere.
Why even the fatherland, ESPN,
will gladly call you "son."
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 11:37 AM UTC
210 ***** i had to hit across to say that i'm done sweating in this court.
21 more weeks and i'll be able to court you again personally and this time, i'll make sure we'll both stay.
2 of us, we'll be together till the end.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 9:50 PM UTC
paint—
on my brushes
my jeans
your shirts
on my arms
my fingers
your cheeks—
i'll be working
part-time
at the gallery, and
sweat—
on your neck
your shirt
my hoodie
on your skin
your jaw
my lips—
you'd be looking
at offers
to go pro.
i'll sell my paintings
but checks will only get me
oh so far, so
my wallet would be nearly
empty of dollar bills,
but with you,
my heart would be nearly
full of sunshine,
as long as i'm with you.
hell, i'll buy the
sunshine for you
if i could. and
i'll paint it on the canvas
(acrylic paint, mind you)
and i'll have it hung
up for display,
for you, for the world,
for everyone to see.
i'll come to your DI
games and
cheer for you,
would you come to the
gallery openings
and support me, too?
make art,
make love,
i guess.
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 8:15 PM UTC
I ran crying the last 2 miles.
When i did sports, i always smiled.
My team never made me sad.
When i lost at sports, i'd just quit the game.
It didn't feel bad.
I can't just quit when i run. I have to go on.
Push my limits.
I do it for fun.
Screaming every step i cry,
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Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
Eyes on the ball
Sweat falls to the ground
Be ready to move
In my own little world, there is no sound
But all around
are people
screaming
screeching
cheering
The adrenaline spikes through my blood
Stronger than it ever does
All of this
fuels me
energizes me
readies me
for the game
This is why I play
This is why I play
Meanwhile, all eyes are on the ball…
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 1:51 AM UTC
jordan is a star athlete,
envied by all
on the opposing teams.
jordan is also creative,
and intelligent,
and an all-round amazing
human.
jordan is strong,
and powerful,
but also delicate
and emotional.
jordan wants you to know
that she doesn't have to
conform to gender stereotypes.
she knows her place in
this world -
she knows that her place is
wherever she wants it to be.
she is independent
and doesn't need your negativity :)
- v.m
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 9:30 AM UTC
Have you heard about our tennis player?
She is our first singles slayer,
She can serve and she will probably hit you with an ace,
She is impossible to replace.
She can be the sweetest girl you have ever met,
Before the game starts, we shake hands by the net,
But do not try to mess with her when she is playing the tennis game,
She could hit you with her racquet’s frame.
But let me tell you about this girl:
She can easily win the game,
Not only with her smart brain,
But also with her skills that will surely get her to the hall of fame.
If you ever see her around,
She never has a frown,
She will gladly give you a smile,
But do not forget to slowdown and take a look at her style.
You might recognize the girl,
It’s the one with the awesome curls,
You will see her around these halls,
And her pictures will be hanging on the walls.
She is our proud valedictorian,
She will forever be victorious,
One of our most outstanding students,
Oh what a big inspiration but she is clueless!
This journey has been tremendous,
So let me give a shout out to tennis,
Is the sport that brought us together,
I could not ask for anything better.
Now looking back at the place we were,
Only makes me cherish every moment I spent with her,
I will always be thankful for every advice,
That has helped us reach our own paradise.
The best I wish for her career aims,
I hope to see her in the Olympic games
And be the player she wishes to become,
I am a proud friend to see how far she has come.
I never thought I could be this close to her,
Nobody else I would prefer,
To say a “see you later”, at the end,
What a big blessing to call her one of my best friends!
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 7:39 PM UTC
He's known to flip a bat on occasion,
it's blatant
-- radiating cool kid,
a mutant?
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC
He is just like a Fatherer for Tennis!
Roger at 35 works out with dedication,
He also is a great human being in life,
Roger is just awesomely as a human.
He has a large & kind golden heart,
Roger Federer is an angel of Earth.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 12:08 PM UTC
i went down to florida
and came back with pneumonia,
maybe due to my life so busy
running and running and getting so dizzy,
always managing to stay on track
costing my sleep to be in major lack,
pushing myself past every limit
enjoying it all and never feeling timid,
but everyone said i'd eventually hit a wall
i guess they were right after all.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
People keep asking me how I’m doing.
If I’m getting better or if I’ve taken the time to process what’s happened.
If I’ve sought professional help for the metal percussions induced by my career-ending injury.
In all honesty though, professional help is futile. It can’t save me now.
I’m walking through hell and sitting in a ring of fire discussing the temperature of the searing flames would be idiotic.
Why would I allow the flames to dance along my already seared skin longer than necessary?
I know they’re hot.
I know I’m in hell.
I know the pain I feel every day is real and crippling.
Talking about this pain wouldn’t end it. It wouldn’t diminish the heat. It wouldn’t help.
I need to keep walking.
I just need to keep walking.
My crippled body can’t run anymore, but I’ve got to keep walking.
Others continue to rush by. Frantic because they’ve never felt the flames.
They aren’t familiar with the burn. The idea of being in hell is novel.
They are novices.
But life hasn’t been kind to me.
These flames are familiar with every curve of my body and they dance around with trained feet.
I’ve been in hell for years.
People continue suggesting I find the light at the end of the tunnel, but that’s near impossible here.
I’m too blinded by the brightness of a vehement flame.
Sizzling with an angry vigor for the lack of gratitude I bestowed on my past life.
It mocks the speed at which I used to be able to run. It laps sardonically at the feet that used to run cheer-inducing speeds without thanks from their owner.
But crowds don’t cheer my name anymore.
I now stand on the sidelines and watch my team play.
I burn alive for the game I used to breath and as I watch each and every game, the deep breaths of oxygen only continue alighting the fire.
There’s no way out it seems, but I will try to keep walking.
Because talking is futile.
Note:
Spinal diseases are crippling mentally and physically. Watching the body you've sculpted for years turn to mush because you can't workout is dilapidating .
The despair and helplessness are unfamiliar feelings, feelings that can't be overcome. Disease is disease and sometimes it can't be stopped. Sometimes, it just becomes a burden to bear.
And sometimes people aren't strong enough.
It's different when careers end after four years of college. An expected end, an anticipated end. But when things you love are taken from you abruptly, before your finished. The pain is exponentially worse.
Exponentially. Worse.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
Hands are shaking but I know they won't fail.
Stepping up the the line - my sixty mark.
This is nothing like running on a trail.
Different from hitting out of the park.
The run-up looks easy but it's quite hard.
Counting steps to correctly plant the pole.
To pull myself up, my arms must be barred.
My body must have the strength of a troll.
Powerful kick to get to inversion.
The sensation of being upside down
is nasty and takes complete conversion.
I fly up and over the bar and town.
And the difference between me and you:
my parents are proud of the high I do.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
Writing is dangerous a sport
With far too many muscles left to pull
Not only in my body
Writing is far few abstract-I cannot think in words and I cannot label-the day I put it into words it's labeled
And that is dangerous a vote
Thinking is much cleaner yes, for now
They said that thoughts are safe
yet I don't think obscenities in public
And I don't feel obscenities in public
Two sane thoughts a day(required by law) they say will keep the writers away from Fitzgerald's and Virginia's-Poe is still fair ground
They said that diaries were safe, but we writers do not write in public
But sports are played to audiences and votes need to be a-gotten and we writers express our condolences for the death of writing and the birth of Athleticism and Campaigns
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC