I am the rose that grew from concrete
A Beautiful Rose
The Rose That Grew From Concrete
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.
by Tupac Shakur
Never give up
I Cry
Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why.
by Tupac Shakur
Creative writing
Few drops left from the last water on this saddend earth, last shead of tears from myself that brung death and misleaded thoughts. endless darkness of two souls that ar about to split and disinecrate into oblivion. a quenched feeling of couple lifes left through out all reality and one breath left to make it all, to make that last step to the mountain top , to reach every goal. a hand pressing against the cold body that will never feel again. clouds cludder around each lover and become the most powerful storm that brings endless tears of broken hearts and loved hearts. a refreshing drop of un controlable feeling once upon the skin feeling if can do anything. A bell that rings perfection and draws out through out the whole earth a echo of creativity of the whole intire universe. a current of life that will bring out independance and unbeliving fortune. a soul seeked forever now found but in peices it will never fall, not until for all time. falling stars from the sky looking above them the feeling cannot get much more greater then two souls ignite there powerful being. and the only thing worth to save. A feeling that stretches everywhere, and breaken by the voice of endless echoes of raindrops that fall gracefully from the great blue being of the all mighty sky of endless dreams and thrilling colors of every kind. The moon isnt lonely, the stars are by its side forever, its the only thing that will always get forever loved and till until times end. the drops of sanity fall so much deeper now, so deep in love and missed deeply. carressing wind picks all of us up and feeling being loved of the power of the stars that will shine uniquely forever till life turns to stone. the stars will fall into oblivion and shatter with un carring reflections of hate or love. squeezing into reality to escape from the shattering, waiting until a new life gains stregnth and creates all ending harm and forever being in harmony, and dying together once again to form the stars that turn to stone and all of your tears the world will drown and mend. sitting at the bottom of it all, and always knowing someone will be by yourside. live alone like each planet, that never been landed on or touched or had the feeling of being loved, if broken dont give up. look upon the stars they will always be there for you and the never ending tears of creativy and imadgination of time itself.
My Mind
My mind is filled with lost hopes and dreams. My Mind is filled with thoughts unfulfilled. [Damn this is sounding like a cheesy poem] The thoughts of my inner sanctum,my mind, holds my insecurities,my will to love and live. It holds my fears of abandoment, my anger and rage. My mind,my thoughts is what make up my individual characteristics. The biggest part of my mind, the very thing that keeps myself sane is love. I have an unselfish love for other people. I give my whole heart and soul to my family and friends. I have this undying passion to love others. This passion I have is dying though, slowly being strained of the goodness. No, I usually don't expect anything in return, but at times, I wan't a simple thank you, or for people not to ignore me, which is what I've been getting lately. My mind is a constant battlefield of insecurities and paranoria. My mind's "wacked" humour keeps myself in check,and I make light of the darkest situations such as being ignored. My mind is something I control, its the very part of me. I adore and cherish each and every precious thought I have. I fight my mind to stay in a constant whirlwind of thoughts. Even though I have slight brain-damage and I forget things. Even though my mind is frustrated with the handicaps I recieved at birth. My mind, my only sanctuary has the will to be free. Even though my mind has been hurt and rejected. It is still the most beautiful thing I can control. That I have. My mind is...mine.
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