I miss the fake reality
Where I went to bed in the morning at three,
When I’d dance, eat and play all day,
Not a peek at a book, no, just the TV.
~ i’ve been training as part of my school’s sedan chair team for the past two months ~ it’s terrifyingly hard… i cannot express the joy i get out of it though ~ in a nutshell, i’m very nervous right now… ~
i retired my trainers for three weeks straight,
my fitness went down, as did my heart rate.
sure, my back healed, though i still feel pain
when i lift heavy things, bend over, or train.
21 days watching them run and play
all types of sport while i sit and pray
to recover sooner, the faster, the better;
i have to rest, but i can’t afford longer.
i felt like a mud, it’s true, i don’t kid
when i make ‘mud’ a character; i wouldn’t bid
on me making the team, though i give it my all.
i’m fast enough - sure, but i’m just too small!
these final two weeks are the biggest test
to determine the girl who performs the best
on the chair, which moves fast in the hands of the boys;
i’m staying! i’m giving myself no choice.
i wanna sleep
~ this poem addresses ideas and events in personal life, and may not identify with you ~
it’s time to compose
this daily dose
of words that rhyme,
its message sublime.
i feel so at ease,
my life a breeze,
homework’s all done,
it’s time for a run!
my legs push and leap,
they’ve got to keep
me on the team,
it’s not just a dream.
i end merrily,
tomorrow, they’ll say
that Pulse won, i pray.
when you put in 90 you’re almost there.
when you’ve given 100 you can jump in the air
knowing you’ve done all that you can.
the feeling of regret is rare.
when you think it’s a bore
and slow down, there’s more
work than ever before.
when you push it aside
you’re trying to hide
from the work that helps build your pride.
when you fall down asleep
on the floor, you’re so weak
that your head starts to vibrate,
your bones start to creak.
when you wake the next day
you’re still stuck this way
you can’t walk away
but you can start to change.
the point of this poem:
to inspire and push you
to not be afraid
to start something great.
i sign off by asking you
one simple thing:
what is it that you
want life to bring?
i wish i had tried more things when i was younger,
many of which are sports.
i wish i’d taken ballet more seriously
and branch out to jazz and hiphop.
i wish i could sail - i’ve tried and failed
but this is only a speck
of the many things i wish i’d tried
when life was still ‘what the heck’.