Looking out many eyes stare back
I don't know these eyes
I've never met them and yet
I sense they are judging me
Expecting me to act a certain way
I try walking around
Trying to act like they do
Some don't seem pleased with what they see
Some of the younger eyes smile and laugh
Those eyes make me feel good
But their gaze never lasts
Some days I can't take it
And I hide myself from their disapproving eyes
Sitting behind a rock or tall objects
I notice they talk to each other
I always wonder what they say
Are they talking about me?
I fear they are
I'll sit up straight
I'll walk around looking beaufitul
Looking like what they expect me to look like
They look my way and smile
Did I do something right?
I continue to walk
Eventually their eyes leave
And they grow bored
I just wish I could I keep their approval
Keep their eyes on me, smiling
I wish I could do things right
Do this right all the time
Life isn't like that
I'll always have their eyes
Staring at me
Constantly judging me
I just wish it would stop
Too long I have not written
For life is way to short
From here to there
Everything is up in the air
I can't spare a moment
I can't find the time
To write anything
Not even a line
To those I have forgetten
Please take this to heart
It's not that I ignore you
It's just I'm tired to start
I could try again
But like I said
Life is too short
I can write lines and lines
On papers and exams
But never have I written a line
One that I wanted to write
I want to continue
I want to stay with it
But sadly this may
Be my last appearence
My message to all
Who write as a passion
Don't lose your time
Continue to write lines
My time is up
My hands are done
Goodbye to all
Who have helped me so
I promise I won't lose
I won't give up
I'll write when I can
And greive when I can't
I've run out of juice,
I've run out of spirit
The words I once had
No longer stay with it
I can't write a song
I can't write a line
These pages stay blank
My hand not inclined
What can I do
What can I say
Whatever comes out
Fails in all way
I need some help
I need some motivation
What I'm doing now
Is out of desparation
I can't find the word
I can't find the rhyme
No matter how hard
Trying's a waste of time
I guess I give in
I guess I give up
I'm gonna walk away
When a word doesn't exist
Do we forget to speak?
When an object doesn't exist
Do we forget to look?
When a sound doesn't exist
Do we forget to listen?
When someone dones't exist
Do we just forget?
Just because it doesn't exist
Doesn't mean we need to forget
You've seem to forget I exist
For everything I've done you're not the one
For everything I've said you've left me dead
For everything I've heard you've said one word
For everything I've seen you've washed it clean
My heart can't reclaim those feelings it's felt
My eyes can't take back those tears it's drop
My mouth can't rewind those words it's said
I can't get used to what you told me
I can't get over why you left
I can't get over the things we've done
I can only hate myself for these things
I can only regret everything ever said between us
Regret everything ever done between us
Somethings just go to fast
Turn around and they are gone
We can't be friends no matter how hard we try
I trusted you before I knew
Now I lay in bed crying to God for guidence
With tear stained soak my pillow
My cries echo in an empty room
I think to myself what is the uses
I wonder what am I doing here
I wish your memory would leave me alone now and forever
Now I don't know how to end this
But something about goodbye sings to me
Doesn't matter the color of your eyes
The tone of your skin
Only you know where you've been
Only you know where you are
Doesn't matter the gender of your love
Let yourself be you
Forget the words of those who hate
You don't need no leader to follow
We are all one person
If you look down to the centre
Bones, veins, organs, nothings different
Only what you look like
Don't let them tell you you're ugly
Feel beautiful in your skin
And pray one day this world gets amnesia
Lets not care about who someone loves
Whether different or same sex
Lets not care about what we look like
Whether dark or light skinned
Lets care about what really matter
Whether it's friendship or family
No one has the power to judge you
Only you can be your own judge
So stand up for yourself
And be heard in a crowd
Love yourself for who you are
And people will forget you look different
I need to write what I feel or things could go badly
If I keep them bottled anymore I my soon explode
They weren't meant to be kept inside in the dark
But exposed to the sun, not to my soul which is weak
It gets weaker everyday and they can't escape
The more I hold them the more I fear
Any second they could explode from within
Leaving a messy trail behind them, behind me
But everyday one more goes in the bottle
Another is subjected to torture in my body
My hands haven't been to let them out
My words haven't been seen on paper
My thoughts remain in my head
For fear of letting go to comfort
Letting go of the farmiliar
What would happen my pages were full
If my body was clean
And my mind free to wander to any place it wished
Would I soon see the good one inside me
They wouldn't be hidden in a cloud of grey
They would be free to let themselves out
By what would happen is my words never see paper
Would I continue live my life in fear
Would they continue to run my life
Inside my body they would remain puching for freedom
Against my heart, my mind, my soul
Soon the pressure will be too great
They might explode at any point
I might not be ready
They are ready to see sun, but my hand isn't there
My head doesn't want to let them go
Emotions were never meant to be bottled up
BUt expressed the minute they appear
It's my job to let them express themselves Read more »
People rush by with places to go
I sit near without a care in the world
Watching them I think," should i have a place?"
Then I shake my head and tell myself no
Having a place to be means time
I don't want my life controled by time
I want to break my watch, throw my clocks
Forget that time even exsists
(if it even does)
GO through life without the worry of I'm late
Or I need to be on time
I don't want time to control my every move
My every thought
Time shouldn't be the controling factor in my life,
But sooner or later I"ll be one of them
Those people rushing by
New surroundings is scary,
But it's great to somewhere new
The weather is the same
The view is nothing new
I could live here and be home
It's just the similar
It's just a hop over the border and a skip there
Oh Canada you are home
Sitting at a table looking out a cafe window
Watching the people that walk by
Some holding hands, some on their phones, some alone
I always wonder a person story
How did those two meet
Or who is that person talking to
And why is he still alone or where is his wife or girlfriend
These questions flurry through my head
And forever without answers
All I have are the stories I create in my head
As I sip my piping hot cup of herbal tea
Pretending to read the newspaper in front of me
Life never stops in New York city
Flashes of yellow fly by as taxi get to their next destination
Cars honking at each other in stand still traffic
Knowing all to well they can't get to their destination faster
I always laugh at the average New Yorker
Busy as a bee, always having a place to go
Work to home or home to work
This isn't the life a enjoy, but I still have time
Time for myself to sit and laugh at the lifestyle
The never ending lifestyle of me
What if the one friend you had suddenly stopped talking to you
What if you didn't know why
What if she started to talk about you
What if you didn't know about what
What if you finally asked her the problem
What if you didn't want to know
What if she told you
What if you realized it was your fault
What if there was nothing you could do
What if everything you've been through disappeared
What if you never spoke to her again
What if she never said a word back
What if you tried to fix it
What if she didn't want to hear it
What if this was all true
What would you do
If you were me
Pacing around the room,
Trying to find things to do,
Watching the phone waiting,
More pacing, more waiting
Another hour passes,
I'm running out of things to find to do
I run over to the phone,
False alarm, another friend
Five hours has passed,
I'm done waiting,
I put the phone down,
And walk away,
I ignore it.
So I have this friend, we'll call him Tucker. Then I have another friend, we'll call her Erlinda. These two have known each other since pre-school way back in the day. Just recently (last year and a hlaf) they got closer to each other and something sparked, too bad Tucker ran after so many other girls leaving Erlinda out in the rain to suffer in silence. Erlinda was the good friend always there as a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, and a mouth for advice for Tucker. They were the best of friends, but Erlinda wanted to be more than "friends" she wanted him all to herself, sadly Tucker was dating Erlinda's other best friend, Iesha we'll call her. It seemed Tucker and Iesha were inseperable and all Erlinda could do was sit and watch as the happy couple snuggled and laughed together. One day Erlinda saw a glimmer of hope when Tucker started to complain about Iesha. Erlinda never showed interest for the sake of the couple, but deep down she wanted more. Then her day came, the happy couple had a bad ending and guess who was the fall girl? Erlinda. She tried to hear it on both sides and it seemed Iesha didn't see it coming. Erlinda was heart broken to see her best friend crying, but Iesha quickly got over Tucker. So after Erlinda helped Iesha get over Tucker, it was time for her to help Tucker through this.
Sidenote: Erlinda never wanted the two to break up, she was happy with whatever Tucker wanted to do, she was just madly in love with someone she couldn't have so she was a hint of jealously. Read more »
Wake up you crazy fool
This world doesn't just revolve around you
Get your head out of the cloud
Make something of your new life without him
He left you out in the cold standing
Shivering as the rain swept away what's left
Of all respect for human beings
He made you a promise you knew he couldn't keep
So why are you sulking over something you saw coming
Crying about it won't bring him back
Writing about it will only make it worse
Wake up you crazy child
Make something of your new life
Because everyone else's won't stop for you
Time is greatest healer in this world
Give it a shot, you may find it to be true
Does she realize what she is doing?
That what she continues to do might hurt her.
She only thinks about herself
And those skinny models in magazines.
Everyday she gets lighter
And people around her begin worry.
Does she care? I don't think so.
She doesn't care about anything
Only about her body.
She doesn't believe in inner beauty
She only believes in outer beauty.
The marks on her skins
The blood stained band aids,
That cover her arms.
She tires to hide it,
The fact she is becoming thinner,
The fact we all know how she got those scars.
The question we don't have it why?
Why is she doing it?
To prove to people she is pretty,
I've never seen her so ugly.
Still we tell her, but she doesn't listen.
She doesn't realize what she is doing
Could hurt her, if not worse, kill her.
All so she can be like those air brushed babes
On the cover of the magazines
That are so far fake they are plastic
She doesn't realize she has a beat heart
But a friend to many, including me
If she keeps this up
Friends begin to go
But she doesn't realize
She won't realize until she needs us
But when that day happens
Where will we be, but far from her.
So she must choose her fake appearance or friends.
Because (cliche allert) you don't realize what you have
Until it's gone. Read more »
My heart was torn apart
My head's been spinning
I'll take the pills to make it good
You said it's meant to be
It's not you it's me
You're walking out for the good
That's awesome, but when I look at your picture I'm gonna say
She went in an airplane
Somewhere far away
Fell into the deep ocean
I'm sick of saying goodbye
Come back to me baby
I can't do this anymore
I need to know where you are
I need you back into my life
I can be your superman again
Give me another chance
If you're really gone
That's awesome, but when I look at your picture I'm gonna say
She went up in an airplane
Somewhere far away
Fell into the deep ocean
For all I know you've died
Oh, help me help me
I'm no good on my own
I've run out of way
To keep myself from going mad
Come back to me
I need to know where you are
O solemn night please take me away,
To a place only I know.
O darkness consume my eyes,
Make me blind once again.
O silent air wrap around my body,
Cover me like my own blanket.
O still room may your air be broken,
By the cuts of each breath I breathe.
O bright sun rise once again,
Awaken my senses to a new day.
O new day you are the rebirth of me,
Let this day be a new one.
I've never understood why people called me a feminist. I'm only called that when I try to distinguish myself from a doormat or when I try to do a mans job. We can't let society go backwards, history can't repeat itself. The power is shifting these days. Any women who can get above a male is already ahead of her own kind. We may still be paid less than the male, but don't let that stop us. Let another wave feminist come through and get to the top. We've yet to see a female president or vice president in the White House. Are the males afriad we may actually be able to do something other than making sandwiches? I refuse to be discriminated against becase my reproducive organs are different or becuase I love someone of the same sex. Don't let others call you names, label you with words that aren't true. Label yourself, your life, and you will make a difference in your own world.
Title: World Trade
Where: Ground Zero, NYC
WHen: June 20, 2012
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I changed the lyrics to fit a perfect situation!!
Come stop your crying
It will be all right
Just take my word it’s always right
Who will always be my friend? you
from all around
You will be my friend
Don't you worry
For one so far,
you seem so strong
My face will smile for you,
to keep you happy
This bond between us
Can't be broken
I will be here
forever and for always
'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more
You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here in my heart, always
Why can't they understand
the way we are is just friends
They just don't have
what we became
I know we're different but,
deep inside us
We're not that different at all
you'll be in my heart Read more »
You up there take it easy, I may just be a thin, flimsey piece of material, but I have feelings!
Could you go easy on the stepping on sharp rocks, any more and they will put a hole in my back.
And another thing, please for the love of all, OOOOOWWWWW, things great in this world, WASH YOUR FEET! They smell awful!
I don't mind the grass or the water, but I can't stand rocks they hurt.
ANd if you want to perserve my life, take care of me, don't fling me off your foot when you walk in the door,
Or don't run with me on, or my suspenders will break and I'll be done with.
Slide me off, and put me in row with all those other shoes.
I don't mean to sound so demanding, but I have a life too. Poeple just don't always realize it.
The perfect road trip wouldn’t be,
In reality, for neither you or me.
There would be a car that would go for miles
Without having to stop for a while.
My friends and I would have a ball
But of course the trip would start in Fall.
The weather would be nice every single day
But with Winter the skies turn grey.
The trip would go from east to west
Without any worry or stress.
We’d see everything North of the Mississippi
From Mount Rushmore to weird hippies.
My friends and I we’d eat new food
Or at least when we are in the mood.
The music blasting from all around
Would be my favorite band, 3 Doors Down.
We’d meet new people from everywhere,
With different stories that are very rare.
And when the night would fall on us
We’d pitch our tent and just distress.
Sometimes not even sleeping at all
We’d keep going like a bouncy ball.
If only this trip would come true
Because it sounds like something I’m into.
But for now it stays in my head,
Maybe one day I’ll go before I’m dead.
What I've written before won't get me far
What I've dreamed about for years won't happen tomorrow
What I've wanted for all my life I'll never get
I've come to terms that my life means nothing
I'm a dot on a chart with a million others
My heart beat is like the person I sit next to everyday
My needs are like those around me, food, air, water
My broken arm is nothing compared
There are people breaking must more over seas
I'll never make the paper until I'm died
Even then what they say won't be the truth
I won't have written it
Why would I say I lived a good life
Why would I say everything I enjoyed doing
Who the hell wants to know that
Those who knew me would have known that
Those who cared would have asked
Why should people in Montana get to know
I never knew they don't care about me
I'm just a dot mixed in with a billion other
For all I know someone more important died today
Or some town just got invaded
For whatever reason I'm not going to sit here and write crap
I'm going to tell me story and try to be the brightest dot
The neon green dot that people notice
When I die I don't want it in the newspapers
I want it on a piece of paper taped to a wall in Harlem
I want my writing in a book
I want my life lived the way a famous person would
I don't want to be famous
I want to be me
I sit in class fully unaware of what is going on behind me
The senior boys are shooting sit balls at eachother
The girl that sits in the corner is looking at a mirror adjusting her hair
The boy reading the last Harry Potter book doesn't think people see him ever
The two girls in front of me don't realize I can see them passing notes
Mr. Talos doesn't notice a thing
However, I'm fully aware of how much I hate this spanish class
Those senoir boys have hit me once or twice
I've dreamed of turning around and swearing at them
I've kept my cool and focused on more important things
The girl looking at herself complains every two seconds about her split ends
I'd like to end her
But those are more drastic thoughts
The boy reading doesn't realize it, but I've said hi to him everyday
Never once has he noticed me
The girls in front don't realize that I now know that Susan is crushing on Tom, even though Susan has a boyfriend from another school
Mr. Talos is a blind, old teacher who is hard at hearing
And so that leaves me, friendless, annoyed, ready to kill my classmates
So even though they think I'm unaware, I'm fully aware of my loathing for this class
Never again will I be with them every again
Your heart will beat two and a half billion times.
I hope I can find enough words to rhyme.
Because this message is for you, and listen good.
I'm tired of being misunderstood.
Watching the tube, face the death,
Stand up quick before your last breath.
Turn off the TV, and grab your shoes.
Hurry up, you've got nothing to lose.
Starving and dying, filled with fear.
Kids in Africa, stop the tears.
How can we sit? If they're still in.
You can't quit, it's about to begin.
So with your loving heart,
and your billion beats
You can change the world,
With your own two feet.
The last thing to do, is make your dicision,
so change the channel or change the vision.
It's your life, it's up to you,
But remember it's your world too.
Tell you what you are more than a distraction,
I believe anything is possible.
I want to feel your breath on my skin
your soft hands between mine.
Your long hair fall infront of my face
when you look at me.
I want to feel the love more than the life,
I only see true colors when you are around.
Your stare holds
The way you look in that dress
as it billows in the wind
takes my breath away.
Your eyes shine in the sunlight,
gives me goosebumps.
I'm falling apart right now
I need you with me
I need you around.
Cause let me tell you what you're more than a distraction.
There's something in my back
Something unseen, but I've been told it's sharp
Your fingerprints cover the handle
My blood in on your hands
Your words cut deep
Your friendship once was special
I think of all the time we've shared
All the laughs we've exchanged
To know they were for nothing
Guess I don't need you
Because you clearly don't need me
To you I'm just an incompetent fool
Or so you've said
Told myself that you didn't mean it
Told myself a lie
All to save what we had
Don't act like we're friends
Don't smile like everything is ok
This knife you've placed in my back
It causes me pain, everynight
To see you reminds me of that object
That has been forever placed in spine
No, you didn't have to stoop so low
because you're just somebody that I used to know
Someone forever lost in my life
*Alright my amigos, I need your help. For a poetry contest at the school I needed to wrote a poem that "mocked" another poem. If you don't know I did "the owl and the pussy cat by edward lear" I read it, but the judges need me to put it into Dactylic meter for the next reading. I am awful at meters, I would enjoy some help if you can give it*
The Student and the Teacher
The student and the teacher went to war like nothing ever before,
They took swings at the knees, and sent fire to tease,
Wrapped up in a battle of pranks. The student often threw blanks,
And never wanted to quit, 'O teacher! O teacher you asked for it,
What a silly teacher you are,
What a silly teacher you are!'
Teacher said to the student, 'You are so imprudent!
How charmingly sweet you try! O let yourself be done! Too long you have not won
But what shall I do for you and why? ' They battled it out, for a year without a doubt,
Till the day the student graduates And the teacher wins for good
Without a second the teacher misunderstood, and the student began to plan
the student began to plan
the student began to plan
Without a second the teacher misunderstood, and the student began to plan Read more »
“When I was small, I thought I was going to be a dancer, because I’d seen all those girls at the building my father used to own. I loved listening to the jazz band play for them and I was always amazed by them.” She was talking to other women at the lunch hall as she lit up a cigarette. “I looked up at my father and asked him ‘Daddy, when I get older can work here like them?’ and I always was told that if I should fight for my dreams.” She inhaled and slowly exhaled a plume of smoke. “I would make it anywhere. Never did I think it would end me up here.” Read more »