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My senior year of high school I joined the school’s swim team
Not because I particularly liked the idea of spending my afternoons
mindlessly swimming laps in a public pool.
Or the smell of chlorine in my hair
We stand today Connected by fate. In Foreign Lands We signed a contract. We only stand If we all stand. And we fall If one falls. But we aren't afraid Because today We are invincible.
My lungs. Burn.
My legs. Ache.
Yet I could not imagine anywhere I would rather be.
My stride carries me along, but it's the mentality that gets me across the finishline.
The field was where
I called them my children
We hurdled through the pain
We could almost be flying
We simply throw a shot into the open
Wonderous strength is of all is one of such marvel
The neverending chorus of shrieks
Pierced my ears
Left a headache
The worst hour of the week.
The crying was worse
Caused by anything
Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming.
Catchy, cuddly, and cute.
Have you considered its true meaning?
Just keep walking. Just keep walking.
Not catchy, not cuddly, and not cute.
You see me on Friday nights
Under all those shiny, bright lights
Yelling for the win.
You'd think I'm the prettiest
That everyone loves to be around me
Slow, cringed movements
Small breaths, rapid
Sapped, every ounce of
strength, gone
Sun is beating down, blaring hot
Sweat drips off of my forehead
I AM
I am a benchwarmer and a starter.
I wonder why I play this sport.
I hear coach yelling.
I see that I am back on the bench.
I want to start every game.
The sport of soccer is,
A team sport
It doesn't matter if you are tall or short
With it you have more support
When I step onto the field,
I forget about my problems...
I forget about my stress...
Because right now my team needs me.
I have to play my best.
We've practiced for hours,
For the game that we love.
When I step onto the field,
I forget about my problems...
I forget about my stress...
Because right now my team needs me.
I have to play my best.
We've practiced for hours,
For the game that we love.
I'll always remember the team I was on,
they helped me become me, they helped me a ton.
I had asthma, hell, I still do,
it doesn't mean I sucked; I made it well through.
I'll explain, and I'll try not to weep as I speak.
But please listen, and don't ridicule me.
Things occur for a reason just like the transitions in every season.
The love I have for Him has sprouted up, and will not wilt.
Thousands of ecstatic black seats in arena shape form,
ready to be filled with electric fans watching their team preform.
As each cold seat is being filled up one by one...
I stood so tall, chin up to the sky
no one thought I'd fall, or come down a size
after all this time, the whole world can see
underneath this smile I'm fighting for a dream
We stand as one; a team.
Never backing down from the challange to win; we fight until the end.
We live for this, the adreneline rushing through our veins, the excitement that runs bone deep when we crash the net.
Each person comes into this world with a destiny,
something to fulfill, with a message to be delivered,
and with work to be completed!
Our destiny is now,
and together we have work to fulfill.
Ode to the man with two jobs
In public he smiles, but alone he sobs
Working hard for nothing
Only seeking for a little something
His wife works too
But this is nothing new
Always worrying about rent
If they don't know your dreams
They can't shoot them down.
Open your eyes child, those pyros are burning 'round.
Emptyed my bowl filled with hopeless immunities.
Every time I step on the field
My mind is set on the game
I don't pay attention to anyone else besides
My team and I
When the whistle blows
I am on my toes getting ready
For the ball to come by me
(I’m getting chill bumps on my arms. It’s getting harder to breath, I feel lighter. I’m running as fast as I can, pushing as hard as I can. I’m getting closer and closer with seconds.
You promised a chance
A moment to prove,
To leave all out on the court
There is nothing to lose.
Yet alone here I sit
Observing, lightheaded, voice sore,
The encouragement failing