"marathoner" poems
I am not who you think I am
It may seem to you that I am weak
But believe me when I say that
I am stronger than what I seem
And I am better than you could ever imagine.
I may be not an A- student
But I am smart
Smart enough to know
that I can beat you in anything
At any time soon
Today, Tomorrow, or the day after
I may not be a marathoner
But I can run the distance
I might arrive late to my goal
But I will be there
I cant assure that I won't win the race
But I will try to do the best
I am not the prettiest girl in the class
But I am not Barbie either
I don't expect to be skinny
I don't expect to be fat
I do expect to be happy
I expect to feel safe with my self
I am not the one who will always be right
I am human not a robot
If I am wrong I smile because I know it was a mistake
I might not be the best in Biology
But i can do better the next time
I won't Win today
But I will try again tomorrow
And if I die before I win
I will die happy.
Today is one day.
I wont stop Now.
I wont look back
Not because of pride
But because I wont dare to fall
I wont trip again
Especially not with the same rock
I know now that I am not Perfect
BUT I AM WILLING TO GIVE LIFE MY BEST SHOT
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 8:11 PM UTC
If you have never seen a baby dream,
you know nothing bout longing;
About missing a divine place to come here.
Such innocence swaddled in such a small body without control.
They communicate with God
more effectively than any prayer I’ve ever heard.
So take a lesson from babies and children
to learn how to really be men
With a racing heart that should be in a marathoner,
he struggles to open his eyes and wake.
Their heavy breathing is the only sign of the errands
they still run in heaven.
They quiver their lips as if to tell you a secret only God knows,
but has been dying to share – he just needed more innocent lips
When their eyes close they revisit that heaven they just left;
seeing more than our eyes could ever tell
In their inexperienced bodies their eternal spirits struggle to move
Even as my arm goes numb
he’s the only thing that I should be holding in that moment
His sweetness makes me want to be a little bit... more
As I think “what will you be one day?”
I realize it doesn’t matter
That today he makes me a little better
The first time he squeezed my hand I knew it was God
who picked us a millennia ago
to live this life as uncle and nephew
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 11:51 AM UTC
i must admit i am a bit mad at myself for closing my eyes and collapsing into black sleep
instead of making the short trek to curl up under your breath
you loved a girl once who took a liking to me
she would say, 'girls are stupid, except for you'
you were a passing thought that kept on passing, running through my brain like a marathoner on the move.
Meisner tells actors: don't invent; don't deny
i grabbed onto the latter while
your leg was getting crunched by a bike and your heart was getting crunched by that girl i buried myself under the loss of a friend i might have loved but never declared while you were avalanched with more **** than an outhouse
i was feeling a feeling in the corners of my toes and
the tiniest butterfly kisses in my lungs
and in the florescent lights of high school, pen to paper and head wrapped in something i couldn't touch
something breathed on my neck and convinced me that what i wanted to exist
exists.
and oh, how it does.
May 11, 2011
May 11, 2011 at 4:48 PM UTC
You were my everything. Literally everything.
You were my girlfriend,
My Best Friend,
My only friend.
The girl I was in love with.
You were my McDonalds date,
My Harry Potter movie marathoner.
You were my study partner,
My all night cuddler.
Literally everything.
You were every thought that crossed my mind.
You were every math problem or chemistry equation, and the only history I cared about was ours.
You were night and day,
sunset and sunrise.
You were past, present and future.
You were purpose..
Literally everything.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC