why i am jealous

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? 

Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet. 

Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air. 

Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.

tupac

this poem makes me so jealous! why you may i ask? just from the first line you read he has you hooked into reading this poem. you know he is writing about a poem but is he using a metaphor for himself? a friend? just from four lines he gives this rose a whole life.  he also uses personification and makes the rose seem human.  good job 2pack.

complaints

im tired.
im tired of being uptight and stressed.
im tired of dreaming.
im tired of watching my back.
im tired of being on my toes.
im tired of pain.
im tired of my heart rate increasing.
im tired of running.
im tired of never catching a break.
im tired of looking for determination.
im tired of not enjoying life.
im tired of being forced to complain.

love is

love is giving.
not only saying you will give your life, but giving your life, maybe even your happiness to the one you love.
love is never giving up.
love is finding your baby blanket.
love is caring.
a soft touch letting one know you are present and you care.
love is a long simple car ride.
love is being a best friend first and a lover second.
love is a loss of words.
love is being honest no matter what.
love is day one saying, "hello!" in the hall.
love is the first christmas together.
love is remembering the first time you made them smile.
love is helping.
helping one through confusions, challenges, and even its own self, love.
love is post it notes in the morning.
love is a fathers final motivation sport speech that he only says "I love you son."

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

i walk alone. i walk alone.
its cold. a mix of snow and hail. the hail hurts as it pelts my frigid skin.
i walk alone. i walk alone.
i see a bright bllue and white flashing light. every step i take closer i get a small feeling of warmth for but a brief second. however as i get closer the light gets further away. what am i suppose to do? walk closer to feel warm or stop and hope this light might find its way to me? i believe i should continue walking.
i walk alone. i walk alone.
wet clothes stick to me making the hail burn tthrough the already stiff skin.
i walk alone. i walk alone.
i no longer want to walk. i stop.
now i am only alone.

You Were

you were the light to my dark. the biscuit to my gravy. you were the saved text to my phone. the one i stalk on facebook. you are the one that every song still reminds me of you. the only song i wanted to sing. the warmth to my cold. you were the maze in amazing. you were my sun on a cloudy day. you were the knead to my kneaders. the underground railroad to my escape.