EleanorRoosevelt's blog

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

And leave

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 what

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 then

What would you do

If you were me

Pacing around the room,

Trying to find things to do,

Watching the phone waiting,

Nothing happens

More pacing, more waiting

Another hour passes,

Still nothing,

Another hours

The same

I'm running out of things to find to do

A buzz

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,

Phone buzzes,

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

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 »

42

OUCH!

OW!

UGGHH!

OW!

HEY!

OUCH!

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. 

OW!

OUCH!

UGG!

OW!

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,
         
You are,
         
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 »

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