#lacrosse
Being a goalie is odd
Because you’re the odd one
You take the hits and the pain
And smile right through it
Being a goalie is hard
Nobody seems to get it
Reacting faster and faster
To catch something you can’t see
They’ll tell you it’s easy
That anyone can catch
But they haven’t trained
Their brain and body not to flinch
They’ll blame you
When they don’t like the score
Even though you’re a team
You should have done better
You should have compensated for the hundreds of mistakes
That you tried to correct
But nobody listened
Because you’re not a field player
You’re a goalie
And what do goalies know
About the plays taught at the practice
That they still attend
I am this goalie
One for lacrosse
I’m weird and have rituals
And sacrifice myself for the team
My body and mind
Are tougher than theirs
But they tell me it’s easy
To not show fear
The thing is
I’m not a real teammate
Just a goalkeeper
Just a brick wall
Just an obstacle
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 8:14 PM UTC
She may be ******
And she may check my fingers-
Slam her hard metal pole down on them-
Each time we practice lacrosse.
And she may roll her eyes
At
Me.
But I don't hate her.
I feel sorry for her.
Because I think I'm the only one
Who pays attention
Through the laughter and fun
That
He touches her.
And she makes a joke out of it
So her minions snap out of their dazed state and
Chuckle a little bit.
But his crawling fingers are greedy
And her words are scarce.
All of the brain-dead minions
Laugh when she jokingly screams,
****
Except me.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
i dream about
that girl
that girl
who can wear that
dress
and smoke
after school
she can let her
hair down
even on the hot days
and let it fall
and dance
on the small of her back
she breaths in
the lethal fumes
that don't even touch her
her porcelain skin
too taut to let the
poisons in
she sits and lets
the sun melt on her face
as she lays on the freshly
cut grass
the boys staring
and her not caring
i sit and stare
at that girl
who sits and stares
right back at me
through the smoke
of my infinite
dreams
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
i sit there with
the cool wind
breezing against my face
while the summer sizzles
on my shoulders
your golden thigh
sticks to my skin
as we drive to the game
every god **** week
the boys
they sit in the back
and pack their lips
and talk **** about
the girls
the girls
who don't realize
that they're their easy targets
who skip around
in their short, tight
dresses
they talk about their waists
and the way they like to moan
every little imperfection
all avail have they shown
they think that it makes them buff
they think that it makes them cool
and i let them light their egos
and sometimes i chirp on too
but yet i sit and listen
and sometimes i think
they don't realize that i'm a girl
too
i don't know how i feel about that
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC