"athletically" poems
People sometimes ask me why I study so hard.
The question always stumped me.
Why do I study so hard?
Why do I stay up till the wee hours of the morning to study?
Then, I realised.
I don't have looks.
I don't have a good body.
I don't even have a good personality!
All I had was my brain, and my words.
Knowing this pushes me to study harder so that I won't be left behind.
Maybe I just want to belong.
I mean, each clique has it's distinctive trait which unites a group of people.
The good-looking (and typically popular people) group together.
The outgoing ones group together.
The athletically inclined ones group together(and they run in every single marathon that they can.)
I don't fit in any of those.
I can only hope that by studying hard, I will not only get good grades and a sense of accomplishment and pride but,
that I'll belong.
And that's all that I've ever wanted.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 8:02 AM UTC
while waiting for the next girl in barnes & noble you can pull out an anatomy book and trace my bones like you wish you could have done before when it was still a viable option
you inched her name into our conversations because it tasted like honey and devil's food cake on your tongue, looked away when i begged for answers
left me writing you letters you never read and calling your name and wishing you good morning like the good girl i wanted to be even though i’d grown so weak
behind your frames who did you see when you saw me? i want to know, i want to know if the guy before saw the same wide-eyed half-smiling half-crying picture of naivety
i hate sensing patterns
you knew
you knew
you knew
but you did it anyway
i knew
i knew
i knew
the ending very well
and i let it happen anyway as if i didn’t know any better
i kept waiting for the broken traffic light to change.
i shivered because my cardigan was too thin,
high-low chiffon skirt pulling an unwanted marilyn and sending chills as i stepped onto the platform,
phone in my hand at 63%, got texts from everybody but you
body trembling on the walk home under the moonless sky.
from now on trusting is going to feel like an olympic sport
i've never been that athletically adept but i'll learn to pole vault the hell away next time when i see the signs loud and flagrant.
third time's the charm right?
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC
You and your chocolate eyes
A child's face, a grin so shy
I wander around you telling lies
So as to display disinterest
Toward you and your chocolate eyes
The way you move, athletically
Toned calves, perfect knees
Fluid, bold, perfectly
I can't seem to get my mind off of
You and your chocolate eyes
That voice, masculine and dark
I wouldn't mind it in my ear
Coming through those lips, the ark
That brings your words across the void
And to my waiting, lustful ears
That want to hear you and you chocolate eyes
And oh, those eyes, those dark chocolate eyes
Bittersweet and where your mystery lies
Bitter because they show you frustrations
Sweet because they show your inner child
More than anything I want to melt into those chocolate eyes
Jul 17, 2011
Jul 17, 2011 at 9:00 PM UTC
I had a friend say to me
"I'm too weak"
"I try so hard
to get stronger"
"But I can't"
She was referring to something
athletic wise, yes.
But when she said it
I immediately connected
with the statements
No, not athletically
But, emotionally.
I am weak emotionally
I try so hard to fix it
But I can't
Of course I didn't say this
I let her speak
But the quote can connect
With a lot of us out there.
And next time you hear something like that
Turn it into
"Im weak right now"
"But, I'm getting stronger"
"I will eventually
be the strength I need
and want
to be."
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 8:51 PM UTC