Don't hate, reciprocate.

Ookay. For reals, don't make fun. I wrote this a while ago.
...and just remembered I did it.
So here it is.

Running is a passion
for some, it is fashion
but I like to lace up my shoes
before taking a snooze
and rack up some miles
and jump over piles
of mud and rocks
and color my socks
brown
without a frown
I pound away
thinking my legs will pay
I kick off my shoes & dig into the sand
my first foot will land
leaving the loveliest imprint
the trace of a hint
that a runner was there
without a care
splashing in the water
as my body gets hotter
while working hard
I let down my guard
and sing with glee
just happy to be
to breathe; to live
to take; to give
so I run free
as I pass along the sea
music blasting in my ears
thinking about my hopes; my fears
I push myself harder; faster
-but I’m nowhere near a master
of the sport that I love
I want to run for all of
the rest of my days
a millions steps & ways
to get me where I’m going
my pace never slowing
to get to my destination
adding up my equation
so I can finish my run
but really- things have only just begun

The purpose of life is a life of purpose. -Robert Byrne

More poetry. I am too tired to talk about life right now, other then the countdown begins! I leave for Canada in T minus 10 days!

where am going?
life isn't slowing
for me to figure out
so i can get rid of this doubt

but maybe i never will
i'll stop when i've had my fill
i will tell god "enough"
this life is rough

but i think i'll wait
i haven't filled my plate
i have places to be
people need to hear me

at least for now
until i figure out how
to live
this world has plenty to give

i need to leave
to roam where i please
maybe not yet
but soon, i bet

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on. -Robert Frost

Okay, so I was inspired by some poetry I was reading today. Don't hate, I suck at poetry.

I am trapped
in this teenage body
my life? Unmapped.

Waiting to spread my wings
waiting for whats next;
what life brings .

It's God's joke to me
as is to say,
"Tee-hee,"

"What a funny sight!
A drowning girl,
fighting with all her might."

But I will go places.
I'll get into this world.
I will remove these braces.

I have hard work,
goals and dreams.
I will pop this cork,

explode out of this shell!
Of my future?
There's no way to tell.

I have a long way to go.
I can only hope
the good moments pass slow.

Lebewohl,
-rosa

If you fail to prepare, prepare to fail. - Steve Prefontaine

I wast kidding in my last post.
I feel like I owe it to my blog to post something awesome, because my last two were short.

The gun sounds
My heart pounds
Trampling of feet
I've got to beat
Passing a few,
Still feeling new
Moving forward;
Running toward
Thinking of the goal,
With my mind, heart & soul
Through the course
Determination is my force
Gaining speed
In the lead
Near the finish
Energy starting to diminish
Tape is waiting
The people stating
You're done.
You've won.

-Written by yours truely, probably the only good poetry i will/have write/written.

rosa<3

Be obscure clearly. -E. B. White

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I hate rhyming,
Oranges.