Showing posts with label Creative Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Creative Writing. Show all posts

Friday, March 15, 2013

Leann Rimes and Triathlon

What do Leann Rimes and triathlon have in common?
The right kind of wrong

I know all about your reputation                                 // Ironman, Kona, multisport swag
And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation         // especially training at HR zone 5
But I can't help if I'm helpless                                     // helpless = dying in a race or training?
Every time that I'm where you are                           
You walk in and my strength walks out the door        // can't open the front door after coming up the
Say my name and I can't fight it anymore                  // stairs because my legs are screaming in pain
Oh, I know I should go
But I need your touch just damn too much                // I'm an addict

It might be a mistake                                                 // who likes pain and waking up at 5:30am?
A mistake I'm making
But what you're giving, I'm happy to be taking         // fitness, happiness, healthy mind+body+spirit
Cause no one's ever made me feel                            // runner's high, biker's high, and swimmer's high
The way I feel when I'm in your arms                      // or the feel of recovery compression pants/socks

They say you're something I should do without       // little to no social life, early bed time, etc.
They don't know what goes on
when the lights go out                                              // dreaming of PRs, race finishes, sponsorships
There's no way to explain
All the pleasure is worth all the pain                      // YES.

I should try to run but I just can't seem to                // yeah, running sprints while out of breath is hard
Cause every time I run, you're the one I run to
Can't do without what you do to me,
I don't care if I'm in to deep                                     // preach it


Loving you, that isn't really something I should do
I shouldn't wanna spend my time with you
Well, I should try to be strong
But baby, you're the right kind of wrong.              // I love you, triathlon.







Saturday, February 2, 2013

Sick Poetry

Angela
Bikes
Consistently
Despite
Extreme and external
Factors.
Girl
Has
Irritating
Jaw-dropping,
Killer
Lung coughs.
Must rest,
Nursing roommate says.
Over my dead lungs,
Proud,
Quitter-not,
Restless,
Stupid
Triathlete replies.
Understand that I need to train!
Vehicle needs to be maintained!
Wallowing indoors kills my brain.
X-it the room, I must do.
Yellow sun and blue sky calling my name.
Zoom zoom!