"workouts" poems
Boo you know that you’ll always be mine
I accept your flaws, so don’t you be shy
I’m your king that knows your worth, girl
You play to much under these covers
Hit it sideways, that’s my weakness
P90-X workouts, doing fitness
Making noise like we recording a sound track
Give me your all, don’t you hold back
Got you playing “Simon says”-for the night
We “Stop, Go” like red light, then green light
Can’t go no further, so rollover
I hope I fulfilled your appetite
I just love it when you go hard
Ending the night with your lotus trump card
Time to put you to bed lil’ mama
Next time, I’ll have you on the floor crawling
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 6:52 AM UTC
Almost heaven, West Virginia
Printed on mudflaps
That reek of Appalachia
It is almost heaven
Not to have you
Holding me back anymore
It's almost heaven
To forget your face
Your stupid workouts
The 300 ways you found
To never say anything
That pinched drawn unhappy look on your freckled face
I feel grateful
And I'm thankful
To be a human again
I hated the way your
Silences sauntered into a room
Ten minutes before you did
I hated the way stale I love yous
Hung around your head
Buzzing like flies on the dead
I hated the way dreams were something to be laughed at
And subsequently given up on
It's almost heaven to have mine back again
I love the way you dumped me
Through text
Like a little kid
Like Sorry this is what my mom wants
Like Sorry not sorry
I'm not sorry you left me
It is almost heaven where I'm at now
I peed outside twice
In West Virginia
And you weren't there to be embarassed
By an Appalachian woman
Who wants to have almost heaven
Every day for breakfast
And truly-loving-life-in-love-with-a-musician
This is what heaven is
Every day for lunch
And maybe just beer and a song for dinner
I'M SO HAPPY
It's almost heaven not to have you
It's heaven to feel alive again
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
im pretty sure i
eat less than
i should.
i dont have time for
breakfast and
the lunch at school is usually
gross.
i eat a lot at dinner but
thats all.
i dont get hungry but
im not trying to get
skinny either.
thats the thing:
im not trying and
yet im achieving
also, i just
dont have the
time.
i doubt i even eat
over 1000 calories anymore.
and considering we do
******** workouts at
school every other day;
im losing weight.
it feels nice to
fit in my
homecoming
dress.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 9:24 PM UTC
Beauty.
The standard goal.
Society kills me.
They tell you to “be yourself, you’re beautiful”
Judge you for it,
Then encourage you to do it again.
Who are they to decide?
In fact, who decided the status quo,
What determines true beauty?
They say everyone’s beautiful in their own way,
But that’s just the appetizer.
The main course is the “fact” that everyone’s different,.
And in order to achieve the standard level of “perfect”,
“Buy this item! It’ll make you more perfect, I swear!”
“Wear these clothes, it’ll complement the parts of your body we’ve defined as
‘Attractive’!”
“Do these workouts, it’ll give you a flatter stomach, tighter abs, a sexier beach body!”
The fact that they took our weak spot,
Perfection
And dangled the idea,
The possibility in front of us
To sell their products
To keep us coming back, to make money
Because, let’s be real, money’s everything.
They convince us that we can achieve something that doesn't exist,
But we want it to,
We hope for it,
Because….what?
Looks are everything?
No.
In 80 years, we’ll all look old and weird, so what’s the point?
Look good everyday,
Hope someone finds you attractive,
Potentially fall in “love” with somebody who only desires your looks?
If that’s your goal, *** you've got your priorities mixed up
Life’s not gonna care whether you’re
Attractive,
Ugly,
Skinny,
Thick,
Short,
Tall,
Smart,
Stupid,
Or the greatest person alive.
It’s gonna knock you down no matter what,
And in 120 years, we’ll all be dead anyway.
Why waste your time hoping to accomplish a false reality,
So you can live your years in luxury,
Rather than just being thankful and happy?
Don’t spend your time trying to get to what you don’t even want,
But have been programmed to accept.
Re-program yourself.
***** the system.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
I grew out my beard.
I grew out my stomach.
My ears ring randomly.
My eyes see things differently.
I speak or say less. I move in silence.
I sleep in when I want.
I haven't touched razors since my return
nor rifles since the field ops.
I've grown in maturity mentally.
I've grown insensitive verbally.
I've grown to miss the uniform
and pride of belonging in a brotherhood;
I miss my extended family.
I miss the people, not the troubles.
I miss the gym, where others alike
flexed invisible muscles.
My days once had routine,
pattern, structure and rhythm.
Weekends full of workouts, worship, and beer.
Weeks full of work, blood, sweat, and tears.
I've grown in experience.
I've regained freedom as a civilian.
But the transition has been a grueling process.
Yet, I've grown to be grateful nonetheless,
as not everyone gets to go back "home" ...
(remember the fallen) ...
However, if I'm honest, I don't think there's ever
an actual adjustment...
[I'm growing]
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
When I grow up,
I want to marry
A Hollister model.
Mother says
I should reconsider.
Seriously,
Reconsider.
But deep down,
I know
that's what I want.
Because behind all of
The airbrush
The diets
The workouts
The computer enhancements
There lies,
A woman.
And on that woman,
Somewhere,
there lies
Scar tissue?
A birthmark?
Or worst of all..
A zit.
Somewhere,
On that perfect woman
There lies,
An imperfection.
And that is why I love her.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 11:44 AM UTC
My mind is a muscle....
A muscle that needs to be exercised, quite often.
Daily Intense Workouts Shall Strengthen this muscle.
Enlarging it....
Making it quite Powerful.......
Never allowing this important muscle to fall to the
Shrunken Condition of "Weak and pitiful."
"jogging" down the streets which are the "books, of life's Experiences"
"pumping the irons" of the "Weight" that "Problems Needing to Be Solved"
Push on the limits which this muscle can "pump" and "endure"
I always "keep this muscle well toned" Running quickly, holding tightly, and
Stretching Its limits of what my "muscle" can "hold."
I hold a smile on my facee As I excercise my "mind" to a stronger Future.
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
XC is running through the sprinklers with your crazy goofy team
Rolling your ankles running hills
Cross country means so much to me it’s true
Running is all we do
School day seems shorter
Practice seems longer
The sun is shining
It’s warmer then it’s colder
XC every single moment is worth its weight in gold
XC it’s high school’s best story
And it’s waiting to be told
It’s bleacher 5K’s, well earned PRs
And your sport’s punishment
Cross country man where do I begin
XC we’re rained on during practice and we run with soaking feet
XC we get lost on distance runs and say we went out to eat
It’s also
Basma’s smart wisecracks, also Mariam’s sass
And calling Amy the wrong name
Courtney going ham, my freshmen children
And ab workouts causing us pain
Mehak!
Oh wait. Maybe I’m going too fast.
XC it’s weight room and it’s hard work ‘cause you do it for the *****
XC it’s crying at the banquet
Cuz your team is just one happy family
And I don’t wanna leave
First year was longer
Last year was shorter
I’m gonna miss y’all
My eyes are getting warmer
XC every single moment was worth its weight in gold
XC it was my favorite story thanks to you guys it was told
A running high and my team cheering
And then that final sprint
Cross country man where do I begin
(XC)
Where do I begin
(XC)
I promise I’ll visit
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
Besides laying down on
the old wrinkled couch to
Rest my back while I get
Into the mind of my
Favorite authors
One thing I do enjoy
doing very much
Is to take a trip to one of
my favorite bar in town
where no alcohol is
Being served on the menu
What you’ll find there instead
Are beast running around
Lifting, squatting jumping and
Once in a while you might
Even catch us in the sauna
Relaxing ourselves
For sure at the gym
That’s where You’ll find
Me testing my strength
Let all the anger out of me
Allow the beast to come out
Watch that muscle nectar
That come squirting out
Screaming let the war begin
Reps become sets
Sets become workouts
Protein shakes running
Through my veins
Beast mode got me
Soared to the core
Out of control with strength
And physical fitness
I hope the gym never goes
Out of weights for
I’m addicted to iron
Muscles so vicious
Some swear it should
Be illegal to be carry
Such Mass weight around
If that ever comes true
That’s okay because
I have My woman
At home I can always
Lift for I am unstoppable
When it comes
to the gym thing
I must admit I swear
It is a must I push
Myself to the limit
For
Once I place my hand
on the iron bar I am
No longer in control
For the iron has become
Solely the master of
My soul
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
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Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 7:23 AM UTC
Our maths teacher wasn’t amused.
He solved hard problems for us
taught sincerely in the class
but the moment he held the pen
sweats would flood his palm
like a nagging rain
that his army of handkerchief
couldn’t bring any relief
with the dripping moisture
like a school of sharks
devoured our paper’s ink marks
and from the workouts already done
steps were wiped out one by one.
At those times he wouldn’t speak
only looked at us apologetic
burdened as if with guilt’s weight
for the treachery of his ceaseless sweat
that forced him to desist from anymore writing
close his pen and start dictating.
Then one day we saw him bring out a cream
his agony had reached such an extreme
with that he rubbed his palms with glee
looked he had solved a great mystery
said *now this would lock all the doors
stop sweat’s pour through skin’s pores*.
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 3:23 AM UTC
Your day starts off differently
From all of the rest
5am workouts
Are how you remain the best
Always pushing forward
You can never look back
This is what helps you
Stay on your track
Judgements are made
But it won't slow your pace
Because nothing can keep you
Away from the chase
Sore muscles lead to ice baths
Training and recovery take time
It's not the destination that matters
But rather the climb
Running across the finish line
Is just where you begin
Hard work and determination
Makes you a champion
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
I walk in
and throw my faded, ripped, three year old, coca cola pajama pants
toward the tub
just soft enough to miss the shower curtain.
I close the door and take off my shirt,
undo my belt, step out of my pants
and just stand there and look at myself:
my hair is a dull brown, and messed up, but I don't care tonight.
My pupils are dilated; a few too many ibuprofen.
my nose still looks half broken on the side opposite my scar.
my left eye has bags, as it always has,
as does my right- between the merging of two faint bruises;
one from a Nerf bullet impact turned sty I had removed,
the other from a zit which overtook my cheek a few weeks back.
my forehead is wrinkled prematurely
my unshaven chin and scalp both growing grays.
my collarbones stick out enough for me to fit my fist in when I lean forward.
my neck widens in the back in a way that looks unnatural.
my biceps, chest and stomach are all muscular, firm;
the result of two workouts every day.
But it is my leg that shows my pain,
shows the strength I still tell myself I have
or rather the strength of the weakness I sometimes let take over in it's place-
knee to ankle;
fresh cuts, all bleeding
each a quarter inch apart.
not the most I've ever had, but the longest stretch of my body I've ever covered completely.
and I don't even remember why.
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 3:50 AM UTC
Each song is a chapter
Every chapter is a memory
A night to remember
A dance to forget
A moment in eternity
A playlist, carefully scripted
Like a poem, each line definitive
Each line a story of its own
A waterfall of emotion
A time machine sending you back
From the future
To a happier place
A bittersweet romance
Or painful regret
The bass is a hammer to your heart
The intro, like ****** to your veins
The drums a master puppeteer
Pull you from the still
And force you to move like the rains depend on it.
One song turns you ten years old
Running carelessly through the cold
Another takes me to her driveway
As we said our last tearful goodbyes
This one reminds me of the great I’ve done
The pain and mistakes I’ve overcome
A chapter that strips me of my clothes
When we use to dance each night
And morning after
Start one up, and it smells like a sweaty dance floor
A rocking boat and a thousand lights
On the edge of young and responsibility
Young and fearless, free to be free
Another song reminds me to be strong in dark times
To remember where my heart is if I need to cry
To find solace in good times
Inspiration in bad times
To let the Sun rise in the dead of night
Each song saved my life
Each song broke my heart
Campfires to slow dances
Epic workouts and romances
The mixtape of my life is a collection
Of golden trading cards to me
A flick of the wrist and they come alive
And free me from the lonely nights
They all warm my heart
They all chill my bones
And if I can’t find my headphones,
I’ll sing them loud and out of tune
The courage they give
Is worth the embarrassment
So set me free, mixtape memories
If I had it my way,
Each song would play forever
And forever I’d be free
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC
when the night comes and I'm all alone
the demons appear to torment me
until once more I'm a clone
I lay in bed
while they're still inside my head
wondering...
what will tomorrow be like?
will I want to eat?
skip my nightly workouts
will my eating disorder finally be beat?
will I cry as many tears as I did tonight?
or will I finally put myself first
and decide to fight?
will there be a day, this is in the past
when will this be over how long is this going to last?
I shouldn't raise my hopes
I'm told, "That's just life". I guess
I just haven't learned to cope
when I was little
the monsters were under the bed
but as I got older
they now live inside my head
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 9:09 PM UTC
Be you! The real, original you. In fact, we detest the fake you radiate.
We don't want perfection
Did we stutter?
And then I think of myself. No, I've no scars.
I mean, it's not really possible.
My confidence is out the roof, heck I'm good at most any sport.
And dear goodness, am I smart.
I am just too tough to crack, I am proud of all the jealousy
I am fulfilled; compared to me, you're weak.
I grow taller with her wistful stares.
Though your resentment doesn't crack me.
I sure get angry for your reasoning.
Because with out any sort of listening
you've done outcasted me. But why should I need scars?
Aren't my weaknesses enough?
And as I think of myself, I laugh. A loud enormous goose holler.
Seems I've become a bully. The kind of girl who looks down upon your intellect. I knew the answer - I knew yours was wrong, and it didn't take long before you were inferior.
Remember, I'm confident.
Because I'm at home, and I wonder, and I find my answers.
I find them for that one time, I blurted right out from my mind, the little detail - I was pleased to know, but I turned around and they'd grown cold.
Now I'm perfect, and it must be worth it, even in exhaustion.
Better be the loud one, who voices the corrections.
Better than the dumb son who never learns his lessons.
Certainly, I'm desirable: fit, thin and strong.
But the girl he wants has a larger chest
than the one he calls his own.
And I could claim as mine
any of the Brains
We could connect through intellect, but what's to happen when
I'm running hard, dropping sweat, and he can't comprehend why I'd raise my pulse to feel the heat
when none of my workouts compete with the videos found through internet.
But the thing that really breaks me is the hatred
of my confidence.
I couldn't possibly understand them.
That is the belief.
So I sit alone, set in stone - practically emotionless
and the eyes that penetrate me detest that I don't shiver
But it's hard to make a movement when my walls have grown so tall
It's my reply to all
the voices.
I've no other choices.
I'll be the "fake" one that you label
Throw me in the gutter.
The real me wants perfection.
Did you hear me freaking stutter?
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
Why Life Is Worth Living
March 29, 2012
easter egg hunting looking up and seeing the sky
opening your eyes underwater burning candles
drinking water when you’re thirsty watching the snow fall
seeing fireworks explode laying in bed
dipping your toes into a river intertwining your fingers with another’s
feeling the sun on your skin painting what you imagine
singing along to songs having bonfires sitting by a fireplace
riding horses in the fall chocolate milk
watching lightning split the sky the way you feel after workouts
fishing on a calm day knowing you are worth something
swimming in the summer watching the sun rise
backrubs that ‘new baby smell’ smiling
proving to others that you can do anything having family dinners
falling hopelessly in love skipping rocks
helping others who need you laying with the one you love
writing because you want to sipping hot cocoa in the winter
feeling strong capturing time through photographs
holding a new baby breathing after it rains trampolines
playing sports expressing yourself building things
listening to the ‘peepers’ chirp learning every day
creating new life making dinner for fun planting a garden
seeing old friends staying up late reading feeling accomplished
suddenly understanding a math problem experimenting
falling asleep without any time between when you climb in and sleeping
seeing your family picking daisies
getting sand between your toes devoting yourself to something you <3
saving lives hearing the melody of a piano
sharpening a pencil because you’ve worn it down creating something beautiful
realizing life is better than in the movies running
making shapes with sparklers curling up in a blanket
movie nights cutting the grass observing the stars
thanksgiving dinners ice cream on a hot summer day popsicles
Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 1:41 PM UTC
She’s just a chick
Greenfield said
they don’t amount to much
as he saw you gazing
at the girl whose name
you thought was Jane
walking alone
down the school passage
in morning recess
you need to get your head
around something serious
like who’s going to win
the school football trophy
or take on Big Brophy
in the school boxing finals
but you saw her hips
move ever so slightly
and her grey school skirt
go sway like caught
by some unseen wind
and you imagined maybe
you could have walked
beside her
and taken her hand
and have said
hey Sweetie
how about a kiss?
but getting back
to reality
you knew you’d say
**** all and your tongue’d
get stuck to the roof
of your mouth
and you’d stutter
like some **** fool
hey Greenfield said
you coming
or are you going to watch
the chick’s sweet ***
going over the horizon?
and he laughed
and you both
walked on
to the woodwork room
where Chiselhead
would be waiting
and the smell
of wood and glue
and unwashed bodies
hung in the air
and you imagined
she was on her way
to the gym
for the workouts
and climbing frames
with other girls
in their gym wear
and you stuck
in the woodwork room
with glue and wood
and tools and boredom
not watching her
not being there.
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 3:02 PM UTC
at home
a reminder to the
family to extend their laziness
at office
a reminder to the
worker inching to go home
at park
a reminder to the
lover come back to real world
at restaurants
a reminder to the
guest the length of enjoyment
at gym
a reminder to the
workouts to measure the size
at vacation
a reminder to the
tourist to back to square one
at honey moon
a reminder to the
couples to count number of times
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
The purity must be cast aside to see God equal in all people.
For all are unified in station and wealth in rank before God, none more righteous nor more rich than another.
In this case God enriches all of us in our lack and withholds in our fortune.
For none is self-sufficient without Him.
Purity is more about the strength of desire.
It is easy to remain pure when its fires are not enflamed.
What does purity and righteousness hold?
It can only be detachment from the world.
The "world" meaning that which takes us from our Lord.
Is it right to delight in purity?
It seems so empty in a world with so few single women my age that doesn't have kids nor does drugs.
I actually don't even know one. Really.
I'm pure for myself then only?
To delight in my righteousness to only belittle the feeble?
To stand as a noble eunich with the ****** 40 & 50 somethings?
If I'm pure, I have no home in the dust.
I have no friend to share in purity.
Purity is outward.
How do I perceive reality with outward orientation?
Pure ways become my mantra.
Not just chaste eyes, but a pure body.
I become enslaved to worship my own body.
My outer body has no significance to me.
I smoke cigarettes to fight my eyes from transfixing on it.
I postpone workouts until not my body but my energy is in need of vitality.
I tattoo my skin to break the idol of the body.
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 4:36 AM UTC
With their sack of books
On donkey shoulders
With a frown and tears
With a push from home
To climb Mount Everest
Facing controversies
As scoldings and shame
Bleeding workouts
Abandoning joyful days
Innocent little hearts
Seeking peace in a world
Of strangers created by
Technology of Robots !
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC
All of that time
All of that energy
I was there every night
I was getting stronger
My muscles grew
My doubts turned into hope
My uncertainty into determination
I could do it
I just need to push a little further
work a little harder
break the limits
Through everything, I never lost hope
I stuck through.
Every strain, every tweak
Every pulled muscle, Every cramp
Every ache and pain
it would mean nothing if I got there
if I reached my goal
But it's giving out
I can't use it
it hurts more each day
The brace doesn't help anymore
it clicks and grinds
Are My workouts are done.
are My dreams shattered
are My goals unobtainable
was My work for nothing
Is this it?
No more blood
No more seat
All I have are tears
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 7:36 PM UTC
guess it all started
exactly a year ago
with my Instagram
I faked what I saw
just the simple asanas
like handstands and planks
but before too long
I realized the potential
for getting stronger
went from there to apps
High-Intensity workouts
designed for building
I was skeptical,
but in a few weeks I saw
a bit of a change
found new appetite
and a lot more energy
in every morning
but I soon got sore
so it was back to the 'gram
for a solution
found meditation
along with a bunch of quotes
that got me started
and next thing I knew,
it all became natural
headphones really helped
fully invested
I went all in, went balls-deep
and got rewarded
and I stopped posting
didn't matter anymore
I was addicted
work once avoided
became opportunities
to become stronger
for an hour a day
at the very least, I trained
even on off-days
for 20 minutes
I also meditated
to relax myself
I found contentment
and although i'm sore as hell,
I'm way happier
at twenty seven,
I have reached the very peak
and i'm still climbing
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
Has anyone noticed how sad it is?
It can seem like the only thing people look to succeed in,
Is in loosing weight.
People constantly talk about it.
Don't pretend you don't hear their plans.
No one seems to be happy.
They just want to loose weight.
Okay if you're not a healthy weight,
It's good to try to loose some.
Well that depends on how.
Then there's those who are skinny.
Or even just a decent size.
It seems like no matter what they all want to be lighter.
Then there's people like me.
You see I'm here too,
But this isn't what I choose to do.
Call me fat if you want to.
Call me what you like.
I eat what I want.
How much I want.
Whenever I want.
I have no limit and I don't keep a record.
If you kept on track of what I eat,
And you think it's unhealthy.
Still you can say what I want.
I still look after myself in the way that I am healthy.
I'm not the healthiest of course.
I don't really mind.
I'm fine so I don't care.
It's not like I'm skinny.
I don't know if you'd call my body decent,
As it's all about the beholder.
Here's what I think,
It's that I'm probably the happiest about my body.
Or at least for the past year just gone.
I'm not bothered to change.
Why try to loose weight,
When my weight's okay?
Right now I don't mind my body.
I wouldn't get fulfilment out of workouts and diets.
Not right now.
That would not make me happy.
More likely stressed and annoyed.
I won't set myself up for failure,
For a success I don't even want.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
Hopping flights, three in a row
Packed bags with grin on the bow
Boarding passes, aisle seats
Grinning faces, tapping feets
A new house, meeting relatives
Late night talks, buzzing narratives
Visitors lined up,
Food so delicious
Workouts shunned
Guild ridden slumber
Friends old and new
Sharing secrets in between a few
Late night gossips
Mom's kisses
Shunning the humdrum
Of work and boredom
For
Month long holidays
Are pompous babe
Enjoy it till it lasts
The clock is ticking!!!!!
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC