Jealous

The poem still I rise by Maya Angelou

This one makes me want to become a better writer! Not just because i feel powerful when i read it. But because I can see Her when I read it. Her words almost come to life when there flowing Through my head. They give me hope for the day and confidence for tomorrow. Its like she does not care what people think of her or how they see her. Because when the haters are pullin her down, she still will rise.

"you may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefullness,

But still, Like air, I'll rise"

Complaints

I'm tired of living here. I'm tired of thinking about you. I'm tired of my memory's. I'm tired of seeing you in the back of my head every time i try to be happy. I'm tired of wanting you back. I'm tired of feeling this way. I'm tired of faking that I'm o.k. I'm tired of holding myself back because I'm scared to let people in. I'm tired of all the fights. I'm tired of the choices. I'm tired of your mistakes. I'm tired of seeing that dream that will never come true. I'm tired of the new me. I'm tired of all the pressure. I'm tired of being lazy. I'm tired of my worthless friends. I'm tired of drama. I'm tired of trying to find a new thing in my life to make me happy. I'm tired of thinking i need a new thing in my life to make me happy, when i don't. I'm tired of feeling empty. I'm tired of my house. I'm tired of work. I'm tired of seeing the same old people every day. Really I'm fine, I'm just tired.....

Love is....

Love is a roller coaster. You will always have ups and downs. Some parts of life is more exciting then other parts. Love is a sun set. Beautiful, and it always comes back around. It shines into your heart letting you feel its warmth. Love is you and me. We make life go the way we want it too. love is a game with no rules. Sometimes you get played by those who know how to play the game. Love is more then just learning how to let go, its about letting in change. Giving chance a try. Letting hope back into your life. Love is not starting over, but learning from your mistakes. Love is knowing you will mess up but having the courage to try again. Love is that voice that says don't give in. Love is not always pretty. But nobody said it was easy

Hard

You want to know what's hard? Life is freakin hard. Its hard to know you were made for so much more but your being treated like your so much less. Its hard to love someone who does not love you back. To see them wish about some other girl when you're standing right there wishing you were that other girl. Its hard to think about how my life could have been and having to live it by how it should have been. Its hard making that someday a today. Its hard living up to something you're not. Its dang hard letting go of something that used to make you so happy. Its hard being what your not. Its hard forgetting the past. Its hard listening to my parents talk about their day like i should be proud to live in mine ...when i don't. It sucks.

boulevard of broken dreams

I walk alone. I walk alone. Hopes and dreams at sight but yet i walk alone. So close to me but my shadow is the the only one I know. So why Go? What do I really know? Oh yea, I walk alone. My window watches my sigh but my floor catches my cry. Unforgiving feelings dance above the tile. Making me feel as if I'm walking alone. Songs don't sing anymore just taunts my thoughts. Wishes don't seem like reality. Is this really me? Am i the one walking alone? Every step i take, every breath i take, whispers "you walk alone." Wind skates through my hair. Picking up the dust around me. Shielding me from what you really see. Pushing me to walk alone. My thrown has defeated me. My kingdom fleeted from me. Oh wait, I walk alone, I walk alone.

Im thinking about you

I'm thinking about you like crazy thinks about glue. Like my foot thinks about a shoe, like a lawyers thinks about sue. I'm thinking about you like a needle thinks about a vain, like walls think about being knocked down, like pleasure thinks about pain, like hearts think about mending. I'm thinking about you like slaves think about freedom, like kids think about freedom, like Frisbees think about flying. I'm thinking about you like athletes think about foot. When I'm done thinking about you I wish I was thinking about you.

Direst Orders

Rock out like its your birthday, like tomorrow is a new day. Rock out like no ones watching. Rock out like when you find out every things going to be OK, like your going to make it, like he will give you another chance. Rock out like you've won, like you don't care what others think about you, like your free. Rock out like no ones watching. Rock out like you know something no one else does and your not about to tell them now. Rock out like your family is whole again, Like the tears stopped falling, Like the fighting stopped. Rock out like your best friends are rocking out with you, like this feeling will never leave, like you could live forever in this moment. Rock out like your dreaming. Rock out like you've just met "the one", like you know hes all yours. Rock out like your too school for cool. Rock out like you've just gone black and your NEVER going back!