The Gym
The gym, so musty and cool.
The weights clanging against the ground.
The buff guy, I thought “what a tool.”
The hydraulics hissed, and gave out a sigh.
The tap-tap-tap, of feet on the treadmill.
I thought to my self, “I wanna look like that guy.”
I started to run, gave it a try.
The beads of sweat ran down my face.
Someday, I’ll look like that guy.
The weights that clang, it rings in my ear.
The room seemed infinite, lined with mirrors.
That bead of sweat looked like a tear.
The smell, so familiar and cool.
The clang of weights, like music to the ears.
Now I wonder am I a tool?
I move around the equipment and weights so sly.
The hum of the treadmill, so calm to me.
It just occurred to me, I am that guy.
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Let me start off by saying I am one of the worst writers of all time, I cannot focus and I have a hard time putting words onto paper. With that being said, I am a "super senior" which means I stayed back my senior year, why? Because I didn't have enough English credits of course! Because I just could not focus, so i wouldn't get anything done and would inevitably fail. Until I decided to use real life events as my muse. Instead of trying to make things up in my head, and trying to find a way to put it onto paper using precise words, imagery, and a whole bunch of other literary devices about something I have never even been through. Anyway, I decided to post some of my work on here, so maybe people can tell me how i did, and perhaps give me feedback. I enjoy constructive criticism, so don't be afraid to tell me what you think. I don't really know what else to put here, besides that i hope you enjoy my poems. Thank you for spending time to read this, and maybe some of my pieces. I hope you all have a superb day! ~~~ Jordan Banks
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