u/nonethewiser08

NOTE: The players are listed in no particular order outside of QB, so for every other group just because I have one guy ahead of the other it doesn't mean I think they're ahead of them on the depth chart.

OFFENSE:

QB: Cam Ward, Mitch Trubisky  

RB: Tony Pollard, Tyjae Spears, Nick Singleton, Kalel Mullings

WR: Carnell Tate, Calvin Ridley, Wan’Dale Robinson, Elic Ayomanor, Chimere Dike, Tyren Montgomery

(I think it's going to come down to one of the three undrafted receivers from recent years for the last receiver spot, i.e. Oliver, Restrepo, or Montgomery, I wouldn't mind any of them making the roster but I'm high on Montgomery at the moment lol)

TE: Gunnar Helm, Daniel Bellinger, David Martin-Robinson

O-Line: Dan Moore, Peter Skoronski, Pat Coogan, Jackson Slater, JC Latham, Brandon Crenshaw-Dickson, Fernando Carmona, Austin Schlottman, Cordell Volson

(Still holding out hope we resign Zeitler and don't have to worry about right guard at least for another season. Maybe we sign another swing tackle before the season, but I'm not particularly worried about the backups as much.)

DEFENSE:

Defensive Tackle: Jeffery Simmons, John Franklin-Myers, Solomon Thomas, CJ Ravenell, Jackie Marshall

Middle/Inside Linebackers: Cedric Gray, Cody Barton, James Williams, Anthony Hill Jr., Mohamoud Diabate

Edge Rushers/Outside Linebackers: Femi Oladejo, Jermaine Johnson, Keldric Faulk, Jacob Martin, Jaylen Harrell, (Veteran free agent, originally had Ali Gaye here but then he was released)

Safeties: Amani Hooker, Kevin Winston Jr., Tony Adams, Bishop Fitzgerald, Kendell Brooks 

Corners: Alontae Taylor, Marcus Harris, Cor’Dale Flott, Joshua Williams, Micah Robinson 

(I would prefer if we sign another veteran corner before the season starts, but I think Robinson would still be a good depth guy if we don't)

SPECIALISTS:

Tommy Townsend (P), Joey Slye (K), Morgan Cox (LS)

Obviously this is just an as of now projection, and I would hope we're not done making acquisitions. It all depends how the summer goes. How many games does this group win?

My home was built deep in the wood,
So I can hear your sound.
Your lonesome cries echo,
So deep it does resound.
Sleep gently fair whippoorwill,
Carry not a heavy heart,
Sleep gently fair whippoorwill,
Though separated, we’re not apart.
Inside my tomb there’s a blaze of light;
I scarcely feel the heat,
I lay wilted flowers ‘neath her tree
Where that night she did retreat.
Sleep gently fair whippoorwill,
In wintry light or summer’s day,
I’ve always listened for your sound
Since the night you flew away.

My home was built deep in the wood,
So I can hear your sound.
Your lonesome cries echo,
So deep it does resound.
Sleep gently fair whippoorwill,
Carry not a heavy heart,
Sleep gently fair whippoorwill,
Though separated, we’re not apart.
Inside my tomb there’s a blaze of light;
I scarcely feel the heat,
I lay wilted flowers ‘neath her tree
Where that night she did retreat.
Sleep gently fair whippoorwill,
In wintry light or summer’s day,
I’ve always listened for your sound
Since the night you flew away.

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Sometimes I wish I could not exist
In the world for a while.
It's not that I wish to leave this life
In exchange for another somewhere else.
Nor would I want to erase my footprints
From the soils of existence;
I'd just like to unzip and step out of my body,
Like someone arriving home
After a long, cold day takes off their coat
And hangs it gently in the closet
For tomorrow.
If I could, I'd like to float around
In the cosmos for a while;
Looking down on earth without weight,
Seeing how close I could get to the sun
Before the heat forces me back.
I would try to grab hold of a star,
And watch it glow in my hands.
And when it starts descending,
Catch it by its tail, and ride it down to earth again.
But if I decided not to go that far,
I could settle for climbing oak trees.
As a kid, I remember following
Their long, crooked trunks with my eyes,
Thinking they looked so tall they could
Brush the sky with their branches;
Tangling the clouds in their leaves.
I'd like to climb a tree that high.
Maybe not so high as to grab stars,
But high enough to feel their heat.
I'd climb along the dry, silvery branches
One by one until I was at the top,
Where I could rest myself against the trunk
And look down at an orange fire
Burning in the gloom of spring twilight;
Safe from the flames, and only being touched
By the distant smell of smoke.

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I doubt anyone will read this or care,
But I will not post here anymore.
I came here with the intent
Of sharing my work with 
Fellow poets and artists; 
To get some helpful feedback,
Advice, and perhaps, some 
Intermittent praise.

And while I don’t need millions
Of upvotes and comments 
Proclaiming me the second coming
Of Shakespeare crossed with Frost,
Longfellow, and the legendary
Status of someone like Homer;
Seeing little to no upvotes
Or feedback each week

Is quite disheartening. 
Especially when you share
Work you’re proud of, or put
Weeks, months, perhaps even
Years worth of work and thought
Into; bearing a piece of yourself
Before thousands of strangers
Is never easy,

But it becomes discouraging
When your posts always bomb,
And you see other poems
Receive double the amount
Of engagement and praise
In an hour that you’d be lucky
To come close to receiving 
In nearly a month.

I’m happy for my fellow writers,
I want to build every artist up
As creativity is the best thing we have.
I believe it’s the last thing that separates us
From robots; beings who only imitate,
Fantasize, and dramatize experiences;
I say until you know the sensation of
Tears and pounding heads

Don’t talk to me about human sadness.
But I digress. Creativity, art, imagination,
These are things worth protecting and building up
And I always support those who
Do their part to make that happen.
But, I would argue, if there’s one thing creative 
People and artists need, not want,
It’s validation.

This is something I have not
Received in this subreddit.
I am grateful for the upvotes
And comments I did receive;
They’re not unappreciated
Or unnoticed. But I have now
Posted three poems and felt the need 
To delete them all.

The days passed, and the notifications
Tab remained empty, in the meantime
I couldn’t help but take stock
Of the other poems recently posted,
All with upvotes and comments 
Approaching the 20s or 30s.
Maybe this community seeks out poems
That I do not write.

Maybe I’m not a good fit here,
Or maybe this is simply not
My calling after all. I’m not sure.
All I know is I did not find 
What I was looking for here,
So I’ve decided it’s time
To try and look elsewhere,
The way a goose might

Take to the skies and fly towards 
An open, citrus-tinted horizon
After the first flakes of winter
Came down and settled on his pond.
Like a moth flying from one house
After its flickering yellow porch light 
Had been overtaken by others 
Hunting for some light.

I appreciate the opportunity
Subreddits like this give,
And who knows, I may end up
Coming back to give it another try.
Just like the goose would have to fly back
When the frost subsides, the snow melts,
And his pond returns to water; finally free
Of the thick, cold ice. 

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All along the road of dust,
The knight clanks his armor
That's covered in rust.

His eyes feel like they never have slept,
His cheeks still stained
From the tears he wept.

Suddenly the air was filled with smoke,
The lady on fire
So calmly spoke,

“Won’t you come closer, you're looking cold,
And I long for the embrace
Of a knight so bold."

With this he took her by the hand,
And began to glow
Where he did stand.

The ashes swayed to the songbird’s tune.
‘Twas all beneath
The bright blue moon.

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