If You Really Knew Me

If you really knew me
If you really knew me you would know that I really do see you in the halls when you walk by
I really do see you when you curl your hair or when you wear a cute short skirt that shows off your thighs
You would know that I'm crazy about you
The way you walk is like the parting of the red sea, every guy backs off so they can get a good look at your fine body
But I respect you

If you really knew me you'd know that I know you and I would be perfect together
We could make the most perfect couple that we could cause drama in other jealous relationships
You would also know to the extent in which I would get in trouble because I would sneak out just to kiss you once

If you really knew me maybe when you walk by you'd hear me screaming your name in my head for you to turn and see me trying to get your attention just so I can smile at you
Maybe that's why I get headaches so often
You would also understand that when you walk by I want to talk to you every single time.. but my confidence doesn't allow me to. My brain freezes and I lose all composure.
If you really knew me, maybe when I said hi to you the other day, you wouldn't have asked what my name was.
Why cant you just know me?

Jealousy

How Bad Do You Want It?
Success

This is one of the most motivational poems I've ever heard, when I look at myself and back to this poem, I feel inspired to become better, to show not others, but myself what I can do and become. How can I change myself to be better? Is it paying more attention to Coach Nelson when he speaks? Could be, but after I saw this I exploded inside, not from indigestion but from my priorities. I want success, but how much I want it needs to change.

Rob Russell

"As a young man who you realize wanted to create a great deal of cash, and so he went to this guru right, he told this guru he wanted to be on the same level your on and so the guru said in the event you wanted to be on exactly the same level I’m on, I’ll meet you at the beach at four in the morning.

He liked the beach. I stated I wanted to "make money", I do not want to swim.

The guru said if you wanted to create money I’ll meet you tomorrow 4 am.

So the young man got there at 4am, all prepared to rock and roll got the suit on, he ought to of worn shorts. The old man grabs his hand and says how bad do you want to be successful?

He said "real bad", The guru says walk on out there. So he walks out onto the water, watch this, when goes out to the water he goes waist deep, like this crazy guy. I just wanna make cash; he got me out there swimming. I didn’t ask to be a life guard. I wish to make money!

He stated I do! he said "walk a little further". He came dropped his head in, held in him down! Hold him down! My man didn’t scratching hold him down! I got you, I know you brushed it off but I got you. He had him held down; I require you for an illustration. He had him down just about before my man was going to pass out, so he raised him up, he stated I got a question for you, somebody answer the question for me, he stated when you had been water what did you want to do?

He said I wanted to breathe. He told the guy, he stated whenever you wish to succeed as bad as you wanted to breathe and then you will be successful.

http://kettlebell-training-for-sport.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-

bad-do-you-want-to-succeed.html

Chin Up

The middle of the fight people, this ones for you.
Not knowing whats going on but you get punched in the jaw anyways people.
To the guys being peer pressured into fighting someone way bigger than you are.

Chin up.

For the people who are afraid to talk loud, so they tweet.
The people who try out for the team and don't make it.
The people who make the team but ride the bench.
To the people whose parents and siblings that said they cant do it, but do it anyways.

Chin up.

The girl whose boyfriend leaves her and doesn't even say why.
The boys who leave their girls, than regret it and go back, but aren't let in.
To the guys who cant even look at a girl without getting a weird look back.

Chin up.

Forgetting About Gandhi

Sometimes I get scared
I forget who I am
I forget what I am here for
What would Gandhi say?

Would he say something about how there's nobody that can judge me but my god?

Am I really as bad as I think?
When I look in the mirror and see the tears dripping from my chin into my sink
Am I really this ugly?
Am I really this skinny?
Why cant I be bigger?
Whats wrong with me?
Why couldn't my dad have played in the NFL so I got good genes?

But than I keep forgetting
What would Gandhi say?

Could he say
Nothings wrong with you
Nothings wrong with any of gods creations

But than why do I feel so depressed all the time?
Why can some people play better than me when I know I work harder?
Why do I feel good some days and terrible on others?
Why do I even care what people think about me?
They cant change me
But, neither can I?
Am I stuck in this for my entire life?

When will I know who I am?
When will I own myself completely?
I know who I am though, Right?
I am me
Son of him
Son of her
Brother to him, and him and him
Friends with them
Look at how blessed I am
Look at all I have

There's a light in my dark and dreary world and its spreading
But is the last night I will see the light?

My Journey

I wake up every mourning, look at my hands and crunch them together into fists. I roll out of bed and look at my feet, I can still move. Another day blessed. 18 years before now, I was nothing. I wasn't here. Until a brave women gave birth to a beautiful baby. Now I serve her.

3 years ago, that same women that was brave enough to give birth now can't get out of bed 5/7 days of the week. Her oldest son is incapable of the responsibility of taking care of the family. So its passed along to the second son, that's me.
I have no problem with this. She gave me life. I can help with hers.
My mother is the women I love most in this world. She is always there for me to talk even if she cant do much. She is a mentor to me.
I've gotten to the point where I have 4 sports; football, basketball, track and rugby. But when my mom cant tend for the family, someone does. That gets in the way of sports when your having to drive to and from school and to their sports.
I got bad grades last year, so this year I was faced with the decision, to play football and take my brothers to and from their things, constantly being late and having to leave early and not go to some things because I have to take my mom to and from the hospital, not to mention never having time for homework. Or I could not play till senior year and help my family out and focus on school.
I found it'd be so much better to not play for a year, even though It hurts so bad to have to watch football being played each game and knowing I cant be out there.
I was rewarded with the top training in Utah for football to prepare for next year, they bend their schedules to mine so I can do all the work even if I'm busy.
My moms recovering and has promised I will be able to play any sport I please my senior year.

Film Analysis

Remember the Titans (2000)
Ow: The T.C. Williams highschool football team have a new crew coming into town. The blacks are here to stay and want to play some football.
Call: The Titans have to share the field, not only with another team, but with the blacks of their team. Also coach Yoats gets replaced by a black, coach Boone. The Titans need to learn to win with blacks and whites.
Refusal: "I wont play for anybody but you coach." The team is not happy with the new coach or players, a lot refuse to play.
Mentor: Yoats tells them they have to, they could mess up their career if they don't play. Coach Yoats picks up an assistant coaching job to stay with the team.
Threshold: "You look at your wall and I'll look at mine." Julius says to Gary. Both captains of their own races. They cant become team mates due to their color.
Tests, allies and enemies: "Left side! Strong side, Left side, Strong side." Gary and Julius realize whats really important for the team is how they play, not what color plays.
At camp coach Boone has everyone room with a member of a different race. By that almost all become immune to the racism of the world.
Approach: Titans go undefeated with their amazing team work and team bond and make it to the playoffs.
Ordeal: Gary gets in a car crash and lost the feeling in his legs going paralyzed.
Resurrection: "Superman!" the titans take the win to go undefeated in their entire football year. Winning the championship for their lost team captain Gary.

Archetypes
Hero: Julius, He put aside everything. All of the heard heartedness and became family with Gary even when he became paralyzed he was always by his side.
Mentor: Coach Boone, With all the racism, he puts blacks and whites together and creates an unstoppable team.

Ordinary World

I'm Single, 17 years of age, 3 brothers, no sports at the moment, I play basketball, rugby, run track and football. I've never really had to do anything for myself, never payed for anything over 200 dollars of my own money. Not proud.
My worst fear, never finding success. I wake up, go to work, usual day nothing very serious or exciting. Walk home, counting my steps.
Take my key out unlock and open the door. Looking around searching, nothing there, nobody there.
Eat, put my dishes away in the wash. Get ready for bed, pajamas on and hop in bed. As I start to daze off I hear a noise, a cracking, like it was my front doors creaking. But I locked it, right? I swear I did. But all I do is grab the blanket from my bedside and throw it over myself and hurdle myself into the fetal position.
Bump, bump, click, clack. I hear the footsteps of that somebody that broke in. But it was a lot of stuttering. kind of like there were more than one. I felt myself cradling myself more and more I couldn't get out of myself. To scared, I whispered; "take whatever you want." Than my blankets tore off.
As my eyes creep open all I see is the shame and failure from my life, I see myself breaking up with that one perfect girl, myself thriving, but not for good. Those footsteps I heard were not of one, nor two or even three. Hundreds, thousands. Where did I go wrong? When did I go wrong? When did I go right? have I gone right?
I ask myself these questions as I stare myself in the face. The face not of success, but failure. Clack! My eyes creep open, it was all a dream. Was it? where is my life..

Will I ever find love?
Will I every find myself?
What is life, will I find success?