<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989</id><updated>2011-09-26T11:34:24.384-04:00</updated><category term='completion'/><category term='forget'/><category term='solitude'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='addicted'/><category term='drug'/><category term='enough'/><category term='live'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='starting over'/><category term='black'/><category term='tired'/><category term='looks'/><category term='good'/><category term='quote'/><category term='change'/><category term='fed up'/><category term='new'/><category term='moment'/><category term='selfish'/><category term='self'/><category term='proposal'/><category term='bullshit'/><category term='pitiful'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='survival'/><category term='mandatory'/><category term='surgery'/><category term='meditation'/><category term='leaving'/><category term='missing pieces'/><category term='stalker'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='endless'/><category term='Questions'/><category term='soul'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='lies'/><category term='forever'/><category term='black man'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='heartbreak'/><category term='cnn'/><category term='differences'/><category term='forgive'/><category term='update'/><category term='sin'/><category term='future'/><category term='mirrors'/><category term='man'/><category term='healing'/><category term='wrong'/><category term='children'/><category term='other'/><category term='Honesty'/><category term='lost'/><category term='peace'/><category term='bad'/><category term='transition'/><category term='apology'/><category term='a friend'/><category term='exposed'/><category term='possibilities'/><category term='break'/><category term='alone'/><category term='wife'/><category term='game'/><category term='book'/><category term='pawn'/><category term='awareness'/><category term='life'/><category term='time'/><category term='deceit'/><category term='disappointment'/><category term='self-love'/><category term='directions'/><category term='jump'/><category term='passion'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='fake'/><category term='transman'/><category term='listen'/><category term='soulmate'/><category term='rality'/><category term='chess'/><category term='transgender'/><category term='love'/><category term='writing'/><category term='unfinished moments'/><category term='best friend'/><title type='text'>A Man...In Retrospect</title><subtitle type='html'>my thoughts, feelings, ramblings, and everything in between...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-6482603051676164630</id><published>2011-04-13T02:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T02:35:57.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untouched Soul...</title><content type='html'>My second book of poetry, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;untouched soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has been published... I am more than elated about the book... It didn't take as long as the first one, probably because I was more prepared in terms of material, but every moment always feels like the first... I am blessed to be able to share this gift with the world... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next project is getting my novel edited...and published...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-6482603051676164630?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6482603051676164630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2011/04/untouched-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/6482603051676164630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/6482603051676164630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2011/04/untouched-soul.html' title='Untouched Soul...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-3395222685775351897</id><published>2010-12-26T09:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T21:03:47.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Reflection...</title><content type='html'>I spent the holiday with my bio family yesterday...I made some observations and thought about how they applied to my life... These observations made me think, doubt myself, sad, angry, frustrated, confused, and everything in between... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of everyone in my generation, in my immediate family, I'm the only one without biological children...I have an aunt that doesn't have any kids, often I've wondered how she felt about it... I'm proud of myself and my transition, and I try to be prepared for everything that could happen...sometimes I'm not prepared for my feelings, but I try to work through them as best as I can... Don't get me wrong, I love the children that I have dearly...and they know it, but it was kind of hard being around my family, watching old home movies, and the pronoun/old name slip-ups... I saw my niece and nephew, both of my cousin's kids playing together and it just hit me...I have no kids for them to grow up with... It just made my mind go into overdrive, and it has carried into today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realistically, I have to protect my future family, my future kids will know me as their father and it is my choice to disclose to them about my life, but with my family, they will find some way to tell it for me... I don't regret my past, it helped make me who I was... But I'm going to come to a point in life that I won't want anyone to know... Self disclosure is up to self...I've been doing a lot of researching lately, contemplating the next steps in my life... I have so much positive things going on, and this shouldn't be something that I worry about... I'm going to love my kids, regardless. I'm going to adopt kids too... All children deserve a loving, nurturing, supportive family...I will be a great father...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the only thing that has crossed my mind within the last 24hrs...maybe I'll blog about the other stuff, maybe not... Either way, I'll be alright and everything will work itself out in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-3395222685775351897?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3395222685775351897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/12/reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3395222685775351897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3395222685775351897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/12/reflection.html' title='Reflection...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-8274000258644972052</id><published>2010-12-02T18:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T18:10:01.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new things ahead...</title><content type='html'>seems like i can't decide what this blog will actually hold... so i'm back to putting personal blogs on here... and maybe a few on tumblr... i will probably use this blog for publishing updates as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 is going to be a great year... for everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is next saturday...12/11/10...the party is going to be epic...i'm so excited... i haven't had a real birthday party since i was little...lol...last year my brother and a friend came and we celebrated at my apartment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy, grateful, and thankful to see any day, let alone another birthday...that is what's most important to me... as i get older, my perspective on life changes, so trivial things are not important to me anymore... i appreciate anyone who comes to my party but like i said, just being able to see the day is present enough for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that everyone has a great rest of the year... don't forget to set some goals for 2011 and to write out a 2 year and 5 year plan...it will help you stick to your goals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-8274000258644972052?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-144210485081181683</id><published>2010-10-22T15:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:56:52.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>untouched soul...</title><content type='html'>the name of my second book of poetry is called "untouched soul"...i feel like it is a collection of poems that are deeper in content and emotions than "soulful eyes"...however, i will always have an attachment to my first book...i love it and will always love it... it's time to take my writing to the next level, and if you can't see the growth from then til now... i don't know what to tell you...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep you guys posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-144210485081181683?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/144210485081181683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/10/untouched-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/144210485081181683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/144210485081181683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/10/untouched-soul.html' title='untouched soul...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-1474292597083651723</id><published>2010-10-22T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:46:07.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On This Earth...</title><content type='html'>I am not perfect&lt;br /&gt;I am flawed&lt;br /&gt;Maybe more than&lt;br /&gt;I wish to acknowledge&lt;br /&gt;I make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;Trying to learn from them&lt;br /&gt;But never really grasping&lt;br /&gt;The concept&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;Until it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I am human&lt;br /&gt;Made in the image&lt;br /&gt;Of something great&lt;br /&gt;Only to spend a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Chasing that greatness&lt;br /&gt;Often times falling short&lt;br /&gt;But still making that effort&lt;br /&gt;To do and be better&lt;br /&gt;Than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I am a product&lt;br /&gt;Of a shattered past&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a love&lt;br /&gt;That will bring me comfort&lt;br /&gt;And a permanent peace&lt;br /&gt;A calm to the chaos&lt;br /&gt;That lies inside&lt;br /&gt;Tucked away in my heart&lt;br /&gt;The tumult&lt;br /&gt;Secretly locked away in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I am a man...&lt;br /&gt;Born naked&lt;br /&gt;Unaware, afraid, and needy&lt;br /&gt;To search this life&lt;br /&gt;And the lives before&lt;br /&gt;For that piece of my soul&lt;br /&gt;Left out on purpose&lt;br /&gt;As a constant reminder&lt;br /&gt;That to truly be complete&lt;br /&gt;And continue&lt;br /&gt;In love, happy, content&lt;br /&gt;And have a peace&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;That I have to find my compliment&lt;br /&gt;My companion, my life partner&lt;br /&gt;To share this life with&lt;br /&gt;The way the master plan&lt;br /&gt;Has it laid out&lt;br /&gt;No one ever told me&lt;br /&gt;That this was going to be easy&lt;br /&gt;So day and night&lt;br /&gt;I fight for you&lt;br /&gt;I fight for me&lt;br /&gt;I fight for us&lt;br /&gt;To have the chance&lt;br /&gt;To live the rest of my days&lt;br /&gt;Staring into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The closest to heaven&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;On this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100110&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-1474292597083651723?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1474292597083651723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-this-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1474292597083651723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1474292597083651723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-this-earth.html' title='On This Earth...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-6067719895064553008</id><published>2010-10-22T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:44:27.897-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Dear Love...</title><content type='html'>Dear love…&lt;br /&gt;I never thought&lt;br /&gt;I’d ever feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Again in life&lt;br /&gt;Because the pain that I carry&lt;br /&gt;Is so deeply embedded&lt;br /&gt;In me&lt;br /&gt;That you can’t even see it&lt;br /&gt;You just feel it&lt;br /&gt;I wear it like a cloak&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe a ball &amp; chain&lt;br /&gt;Holding me down&lt;br /&gt;While I attempt&lt;br /&gt;To keep moving forward&lt;br /&gt;Ready to hold you&lt;br /&gt;In my embrace&lt;br /&gt;To touch your face&lt;br /&gt;Kiss your lips&lt;br /&gt;Hold you close&lt;br /&gt;And inhale your scent&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to exhale&lt;br /&gt;Because I never want&lt;br /&gt;To let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear love…&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you&lt;br /&gt;To finally be able&lt;br /&gt;To release myself&lt;br /&gt;From the shackles&lt;br /&gt;Of myself&lt;br /&gt;I’ve held back&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;Because no one really&lt;br /&gt;Appreciates me&lt;br /&gt;Like you do&lt;br /&gt;You bring out the best in me&lt;br /&gt;When all I see&lt;br /&gt;Is the worst in me&lt;br /&gt;You inspire me&lt;br /&gt;You give me a reason&lt;br /&gt;To be a better me&lt;br /&gt;For a better life&lt;br /&gt;For us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear love…&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you&lt;br /&gt;It’s all that I have left&lt;br /&gt;To give…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100110&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-6067719895064553008?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6067719895064553008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/6067719895064553008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/6067719895064553008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-love.html' title='Dear Love...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-5005417895305190085</id><published>2010-10-22T15:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:36:05.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>closed.</title><content type='html'>i've mostly been on tumblr... catch me there... http://amaninretrospect.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is not much many know about me aside from these blogs...i try to open up a little more, but things happen and confirm my reason for not wanting any and everybody close to me... there are few people that know everything about me, and i want to keep it that way... people use things against you... they find out where you're vulnerable and then use it to try to weaken you... there are things that i don't even wish to address within myself...that is an internal issue i'll just have to deal with as time goes by... new people put me on high alert... what are your intentions? i guess that's not a good way to be, but when you've been through as much as i have... then you have no choice but to be... like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day i'll open up... until then, it's safer staying closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-5005417895305190085?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5005417895305190085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/10/closed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/5005417895305190085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/5005417895305190085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/10/closed.html' title='closed.'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-1346613194689169346</id><published>2010-07-22T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:23:39.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>holding on...</title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel like i hold on too much…to people, places, and things…even if i really don’t need it, or my heart was broken…whatever. i still hold on…that little piece of hope, that small part of me that still believes... lately, i’ve been letting go of the all the things from the past…pictures, notes, cards, mementos...everything. i don’t need the reminders of love that didn’t quite make it...i don’t need the memories of only being wanted and needed in that moment... i don’t need to remember what was...or how it used to be... because it will never be that way again… it’s like that phrase..."if i knew then what i know now..." would i still have done it? would i still allowed myself to love to that extent... would i have let so much go on with a blind eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess not all questions are meant to be answered...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-1346613194689169346?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1346613194689169346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/07/holding-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1346613194689169346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1346613194689169346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/07/holding-on.html' title='holding on...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-5178856645013341228</id><published>2010-07-04T21:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:20:26.449-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing pieces'/><title type='text'>missing pieces...</title><content type='html'>sn: i started a blog on tumblr...not sure which site i like more... as long as i have a place to vent, then it doesn't matter where... sn over, on to the blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking a lot lately about myself... not the internal me, the external me... i just want to be seen as a regular guy... just a normal man... i loathe the word transman... i was talking to one of my brothers about that earlier today... i've been a man for quite some time, this isn't some fly by night thing... i may not have looked like one, per say, but it's not how you look, it's about how you feel on the inside... i've always known who he was, i'm just waiting on everyone else to catch up... and frankly, it's getting a little old... i'm over the hype, the shock, the surprise, the wonder, everything...just over it... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i am a man of transitional experience&lt;/span&gt;...to put a definition on it... maybe after i move somewhere no one really knows me it'll be better... i'm ready to start over... like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long time ago i had the life that i wanted... i was in school, had a job, a fiancee', a family... i was, for the most part, externally happy... my kids were my everything... even though we had a routine from day to day that included getting up, getting dressed, dressing the kids, breakfast, daycare, dropping her off at work, going to school, going to work, then picking everyone up and going home, dinner, kids bath, bedtime, and "mommy &amp; daddy" time...then get up and repeat... except on the weekends, and the every other week that we didn't have them... the point is... i miss having a family to provide for and come home to everyday... i miss doing family things and teaching my kids important things that they will take with them through life... i miss playing with them, the park, the movies, just watching them be innocent little kids that don't know anything about struggle, paying bills, and being an adult... watching them grow up, go to school, do homework, go to programs, games, PTA meetings, etc... (sn: i am not saying that i want my family back, because my kids know that i love them and will always love them, and i have a great relationship w/their mother, the example was for this blog...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i'm saying is... i know that there is more to my life that what it is right now... i know that i have a capacity to love that goes beyond an intimate relationship with another adult, a friendship, my immediate family, etc... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i feel like i'm missing so much right now being here... alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have missing pieces... and having a family is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-5178856645013341228?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5178856645013341228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/07/missing-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/5178856645013341228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/5178856645013341228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/07/missing-pieces.html' title='missing pieces...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-7558141950321418816</id><published>2010-06-20T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:49:17.429-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starting over'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>starting over...</title><content type='html'>somewhere, along this journey&lt;br /&gt;i lost my way&lt;br /&gt;turning back&lt;br /&gt;to pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;but finding that&lt;br /&gt;these pieces&lt;br /&gt;had crumbled&lt;br /&gt;into nothing&lt;br /&gt;small as minuscule grains of sand&lt;br /&gt;falling to my knees&lt;br /&gt;ready to give up&lt;br /&gt;wondering how in the world&lt;br /&gt;will i put these pieces &lt;br /&gt;back together&lt;br /&gt;as a point of reference&lt;br /&gt;to try and remember&lt;br /&gt;who i was...&lt;br /&gt;when i started this journey&lt;br /&gt;i realize&lt;br /&gt;that who i was&lt;br /&gt;will always be a part&lt;br /&gt;of who i am&lt;br /&gt;buried under the rubble&lt;br /&gt;of who i wasn't&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;so i got up&lt;br /&gt;dusted myself off&lt;br /&gt;and decided&lt;br /&gt;to start over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-7558141950321418816?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7558141950321418816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/06/starting-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7558141950321418816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7558141950321418816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/06/starting-over.html' title='starting over...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-3422580742361514971</id><published>2010-05-05T23:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:13:57.166-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addicted'/><title type='text'>my drug of choice...</title><content type='html'>this drug &lt;br /&gt;has been in my life &lt;br /&gt;for decades &lt;br /&gt;i just can't kick &lt;br /&gt;this habit &lt;br /&gt;i need her... &lt;br /&gt;she's been in my life &lt;br /&gt;so long &lt;br /&gt;i can't leave her &lt;br /&gt;the high that i feel &lt;br /&gt;each time &lt;br /&gt;i take a hit &lt;br /&gt;over &lt;br /&gt;and over &lt;br /&gt;and over &lt;br /&gt;trying to surpass &lt;br /&gt;that first high &lt;br /&gt;sometimes reaching it &lt;br /&gt;sometimes not... &lt;br /&gt;but always willing &lt;br /&gt;to try again &lt;br /&gt;i wake up in the middle &lt;br /&gt;of the night &lt;br /&gt;just to have her &lt;br /&gt;she's probably been &lt;br /&gt;the reason &lt;br /&gt;for some of the breakups &lt;br /&gt;but that's okay &lt;br /&gt;because i know &lt;br /&gt;she'll never leave me &lt;br /&gt;my drug of choice &lt;br /&gt;i ingest this drug &lt;br /&gt;day in &lt;br /&gt;and day out &lt;br /&gt;each time i pick up &lt;br /&gt;my pen &lt;br /&gt;and paper &lt;br /&gt;writing... &lt;br /&gt;i just can't get enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;050510&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-3422580742361514971?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3422580742361514971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-drug-of-choice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3422580742361514971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3422580742361514971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-drug-of-choice.html' title='my drug of choice...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-2213594487458584081</id><published>2010-04-22T20:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:28:45.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>undeniable truth...</title><content type='html'>i never saw my life without you&lt;br /&gt;and i won't start seeing it that way today&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, the day after that&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't even a thought in my mind&lt;br /&gt;on yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i made my choice&lt;br /&gt;a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;when i realized&lt;br /&gt;the truth.&lt;br /&gt;that i love you&lt;br /&gt;beyond what words&lt;br /&gt;will ever be able&lt;br /&gt;to express&lt;br /&gt;and that is where i am&lt;br /&gt;and will be&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;042210&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-2213594487458584081?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2213594487458584081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/04/undeniable-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/2213594487458584081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/2213594487458584081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/04/undeniable-truth.html' title='undeniable truth...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-3572029194827691140</id><published>2010-04-20T13:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:08:02.450-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Love...really?</title><content type='html'>i know i'm slacking on these blogs, but i have a lot going on in my so called life, so please bear with me... once everything settles down, i'll try to blog more frequently, hmmm let's say once a week...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, this blog is a long time coming... just a small reflection of myself... one of many...but this should give you a little insight to what goes on in my head...so, here goes... *disclaimer* this is my personal blog, this isn't for you...this is for ME...to sort out these thoughts and feelings, and i could give a fuck less what you think...thanks, mgmt* now that that's over...on to this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since my first relationship after coming out, i've always been someone's "other"...as in the person was either involved, freshly broken up, or somewhere in the middle... you would think that after all these years i would have learned my lesson, but clearly it seems like this is just going to be a part of me that i won't be able to shake... now, let me just say that i am NO home wrecker... i don't even plan for these types of things to happen... now, i will admit, that a couple i did say, "yeah, i want her, or i'm going to have her," and set my sights on her and did what i needed to do to get her... but overall, i never meant to be someone else's "other"... now, with the exception of the recent ex, even though she was a little crazy, she was not in a relationship with anyone, and she was ALL MINE... i mean, with the others, they eventually were mine, but having a relationship w/someone who is either in a relationship, freshly broken up, or somewhere stuck in the middle is not a walk in the park... the shit is frustrating at times... but, that's just love for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been in one of those relationships in years, but when i sat and thought about the "why" factor, i can only think of one thing... i try my hardest to be that person that others need in their life... friend, confidant, shoulder to lean on...just to let them know that someone will always be there for them... i've ended up w/my heart broken more times than i'd like to admit, but shit happens... i don't seduce, coerce, force, bribe, buy, con, or anything else to be with these people... don't get it twisted... my personality is enough... you can ask them if you like... = ) - i'm sure there will be a consensus in that department... true, we may go out from time to time, but it's just friendly... then, somewhere along the way, friendly crosses the line, and when it does, i don't know how to go back... so we end up being together... breaking up and then going back to being friends... but the WHOLE time, whether friends or lovers, i've always loved them...with all my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the "idea" of me that they are curious about... i'm no mystery, but i don't exactly tell all my business either... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk, maybe one day i'll figure it out... i may edit this later... who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-3572029194827691140?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3572029194827691140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/04/lovereally.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3572029194827691140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3572029194827691140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/04/lovereally.html' title='Love...really?'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-6790486592085873294</id><published>2010-03-11T14:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T14:56:48.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>So Far, So Good...</title><content type='html'>peace everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i haven't blogged in a while, i am going back and forth with blogging on my website, www.soufulbooks.com (which is in the process of being transferred to another domain host), and here, so to avoid repeating everything i have been blogging on my website's blog.  i will have to update that once the transfer is completed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other GREAT news... i have finally completed my book, "the other"...finally. i am ecstatic about it... so effing excited!!! right now, i am working on editing the book and it's going to the publisher in two weeks... i have decided to publish with a local publisher and i think that's going to be beneficial to me on this road to getting a permanent publishing contract. all good things are still in the works for me, i know this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also having surgery... it is scheduled for April 29th at 10am... i am glad that this step in my life is approaching completion... i have so many wonderful and supportive people in my life so i know that my recovery is going to be smooth and almost painless...lol. my surgeon and her staff are wonderful.  nice, kind, and i trust them 100% and know that they are going to take good care of me... i've been working out, so my pecs look pretty good, and i have about 7 weeks so i'm going to continue to work out to get the best results possible... i'm excited like shit!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i quit smoking... had a relapse (i know...bad.) but i'm back at it and i'm going to stick to it so that i can have the best opportunity for a great healing process after surgery... it's also for health reasons... i have started taking better care of myself so this is just another stepping stone... i'm doing it cold turkey, no patches or gum needed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year started off kind of rocky, but it's working itself out... because i have taken the time to think everything through, learn the lessons, and move on... everything happens for a reason... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-6790486592085873294?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6790486592085873294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-far-so-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/6790486592085873294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/6790486592085873294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far, So Good...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-2581291316261399490</id><published>2010-01-26T10:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:51:51.154-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='looks'/><title type='text'>the deception in looks...</title><content type='html'>everything…is never what it seems…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep down, inside&lt;br /&gt;she hates the way &lt;br /&gt;she looks&lt;br /&gt;but smiles anyway&lt;br /&gt;to hide truth&lt;br /&gt;the true story&lt;br /&gt;behind the beauty&lt;br /&gt;each night&lt;br /&gt;she looks in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;seeing a monster&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it’s so unbearable&lt;br /&gt;she gets ready for school&lt;br /&gt;in the dark&lt;br /&gt;MAC and Cover Girl&lt;br /&gt;are her best friends&lt;br /&gt;her hair, luxurious&lt;br /&gt;flowing down to her back&lt;br /&gt;but what you don’t know is&lt;br /&gt;that same hair&lt;br /&gt;she has to hold up&lt;br /&gt;as the back of those &lt;br /&gt;pearly white teeth&lt;br /&gt;become stained&lt;br /&gt;with vomit&lt;br /&gt;each night&lt;br /&gt;she sticks her finger&lt;br /&gt;down her throat&lt;br /&gt;to stay skinny&lt;br /&gt;to stay beautiful&lt;br /&gt;hoping…to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he’s on the corner&lt;br /&gt;day in&lt;br /&gt;and day out&lt;br /&gt;posted…&lt;br /&gt;looking for his next sale&lt;br /&gt;his next hustle&lt;br /&gt;his next big break&lt;br /&gt;he’s a tough guy&lt;br /&gt;of sorts&lt;br /&gt;quick to snatch someone up&lt;br /&gt;if they’re not acting right&lt;br /&gt;he’s always had a reputation&lt;br /&gt;for not taking any shit&lt;br /&gt;his boys think he’s strong&lt;br /&gt;he never wants to be seen&lt;br /&gt;as less than&lt;br /&gt;or weak&lt;br /&gt;and the ladies love him too&lt;br /&gt;willing to do &lt;br /&gt;unspeakable acts&lt;br /&gt;just for the satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;of waking up next to him&lt;br /&gt;when morning comes&lt;br /&gt;but what they don’t know&lt;br /&gt;is that each night&lt;br /&gt;when he finally leaves&lt;br /&gt;the corner&lt;br /&gt;and retires to his sleep&lt;br /&gt;he cries&lt;br /&gt;because he has to sleep&lt;br /&gt;with one eye open&lt;br /&gt;and a gun under his pillow&lt;br /&gt;the uncertainty of living&lt;br /&gt;the life he chose&lt;br /&gt;he says a prayer&lt;br /&gt;for salvation&lt;br /&gt;for deliverance&lt;br /&gt;his faith, never wavering&lt;br /&gt;hoping…that tomorrow will be &lt;br /&gt;a better day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the deception in looks&lt;br /&gt;brings the assumption of one’s character&lt;br /&gt;pre-determined opinions&lt;br /&gt;about who someone really is&lt;br /&gt;without even knowing&lt;br /&gt;their story…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so…what’s your story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010210&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-2581291316261399490?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2581291316261399490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/01/deception-in-looks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/2581291316261399490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/2581291316261399490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2010/01/deception-in-looks.html' title='the deception in looks...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-7836298912022253241</id><published>2009-12-29T20:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:41:01.801-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>I Stand Alone...</title><content type='html'>A conversation between my sister and I today via text message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her:  The family is concerned about you, are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I'm fine...Just deciding to stay to myself for a little bit.  Honestly, it's kinda hard being around yall &amp; still being called "old name" and she, when that's not who I am anymore... I know that everyone doesn't understand it or whatever, so I just decide to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her:  Ok.  But I hope you don't expect them to stop treating you like "old name" when that's what they have been doing for 28 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  All I want is to be addressed correctly.  Me changing my name is no different than someone getting married &amp; changing their name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her:  They will never call you Sean.  Are you going to stop talking to them for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never replied back.  It's a reason why.  Life always has it's way of showing you the truth, whether you want to accept it or not.  I've played these scenarios in my  head over and over since I stopped being around my family a few weeks ago, hoping that something more would come out of it.  Understanding, compassion, effort...something.  But this is &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; family, why the hell was I expecting anything different?  Excuse me, &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; my family.  If I could put how I feel right now into words, I would... But, ironically, I feel nothing.  Because it just solidifies everything I've been preparing myself for these past few weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I stand...alone.&lt;/em&gt;  Tall, with my head held high, ready to face the rest of this life and experience everything that it brings.  With every disappointment, comes triumph, with every failure comes success, and I will be everything that I am destined to be...with, or without them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-7836298912022253241?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7836298912022253241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-stand-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7836298912022253241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7836298912022253241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-stand-alone.html' title='I Stand Alone...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-7427380786235400890</id><published>2009-12-26T21:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T17:52:47.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(un)happy home...</title><content type='html'>this is a freewrite...enjoy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every night&lt;br /&gt;she comes home&lt;br /&gt;to a man&lt;br /&gt;she's not in love with&lt;br /&gt;yes, she loves him&lt;br /&gt;but it's not the same&lt;br /&gt;as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;it's like living &lt;br /&gt;with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;the person who once was&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;is now...&lt;br /&gt;close to nothing&lt;br /&gt;the essence and wonder&lt;br /&gt;of the love they shared&lt;br /&gt;over the years&lt;br /&gt;has dwindled down&lt;br /&gt;to dry "good mornings"&lt;br /&gt;or not even speaking&lt;br /&gt;to finally end&lt;br /&gt;with the space between them&lt;br /&gt;in the bed&lt;br /&gt;getting wider and wider&lt;br /&gt;as each night passes&lt;br /&gt;the remnants of&lt;br /&gt;and (un)happy home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday he wakes&lt;br /&gt;hoping that his eyes&lt;br /&gt;will meet&lt;br /&gt;that beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;he once woke up to &lt;br /&gt;each morning&lt;br /&gt;warming, loving, gentle&lt;br /&gt;he longs to feel&lt;br /&gt;the sincerity&lt;br /&gt;in the softness of her lips&lt;br /&gt;each night&lt;br /&gt;before he retires &lt;br /&gt;to his sleep&lt;br /&gt;a hope&lt;br /&gt;that has become as silent&lt;br /&gt;as the moments spent&lt;br /&gt;eating dinner at the table&lt;br /&gt;because that's what&lt;br /&gt;they were used to doing&lt;br /&gt;it has now become routine&lt;br /&gt;not to say anything&lt;br /&gt;not because neither of them&lt;br /&gt;wanted to&lt;br /&gt;but because&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing else &lt;br /&gt;to be said.&lt;br /&gt;nothing else to do&lt;br /&gt;but face the inevitable&lt;br /&gt;of this (un)happy home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each night &lt;br /&gt;they dream&lt;br /&gt;of someone else&lt;br /&gt;living a life&lt;br /&gt;very different &lt;br /&gt;from the reality&lt;br /&gt;their days and nights&lt;br /&gt;are spent in now&lt;br /&gt;forcing themselves&lt;br /&gt;to live and be&lt;br /&gt;together&lt;br /&gt;because, right now,&lt;br /&gt;no one wants&lt;br /&gt;to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;of loving someone&lt;br /&gt;but not being in love&lt;br /&gt;of failed attempts&lt;br /&gt;at rebuilding&lt;br /&gt;while each day&lt;br /&gt;they constantly stare&lt;br /&gt;at&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;no one wants to &lt;br /&gt;speak up&lt;br /&gt;or pack their bags&lt;br /&gt;they've invested too much time&lt;br /&gt;energy, and other things&lt;br /&gt;into what they have&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;what is it exactly?&lt;br /&gt;the foundation&lt;br /&gt;of an (un)happy home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122609&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-7427380786235400890?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7427380786235400890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/unhappy-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7427380786235400890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7427380786235400890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/unhappy-home.html' title='(un)happy home...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-1597720201750922746</id><published>2009-12-26T19:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:26:07.689-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='differences'/><title type='text'>Differences...</title><content type='html'>Peace to all who take the time out of their days to read my blog... it is greatly appreciated.  I hope that this one, like the others, finds a place in your heart or sparks some sort of inspiration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog that I was supposed to post next, I wrote a couple of days ago, addressing  a certain someone who seems to revolve his life around what I'm doing in my life... I'll probably never post it, because it isn't even worth stooping to his level anyway...my karma is clear, and that's how I'd like to keep it.  The way I feel about it is this...REAL MEN don't hide behind false internet lives and computer screens...I haven't done anything to you but be Sean 24/7, 365 (366 on a leap year) so what's the issue? Maybe one day you'll man up and approach me, I know you have my phone number...I don't have yours because I don't waste memory in my blackberry for idle people and things.  What you eat surely does not make me shit, but if you're going to slander my name, make it a good lie, okay? Thanks, CFO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that's out of the way, we can move on to the point of this blog... I've been thinking a lot about this thing called life, and how different people are, realizing, that often times, our differences are what make us the same...literally.  We all have our requirements, but when it comes down to it, everyone wants the same things, just on different levels.  Let's take love for an example.  No matter how much we've been hurt, or how wrong we've been done...everyone has a desire to be loved.  That makes us the same.  What makes us different are the levels and intensity of the love we desire.  Some of us want to be loved by family, others by friends, and some by our partners.  No matter the person, situation, or circumstances...it all comes back to the same underlying factor...love.  Another example would be success... we all have a desire to be successful in life, how we reach that success is what makes us different, and also what we would like to be successful doing.  I want to be a successful writer and a lawyer...someone else might want to be a fashion designer, or a doctor.  Again, different, but we all still want to achieve the level of success that will make us happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is... yes we come from different backgrounds, lifestyles, enviornments, etc., but we are all still human, we make mistakes, we laugh, we joke, we bleed, we cry (some of us)...and we are still the same.  So we should take this common factor and use it to our advantage.  If I know someone who is a talented writer, or who is trying to get their work out, I'll send them info...answer any questions, give them any advice I can.  What's it going to hurt helping another person reach their goals?  It should be a rewarding feeling to know you helped someone accomplish a life aspiration.  But, some people make everything in life a competition and can't be helped.  I don't deal with people like that.  Everyone has a certain level of independence and needs to be able to hold their own at some point and time, but it takes a real grown up to put their pride and ego aside and ask for help or accept the help that they are being given.  I'm not saying be some charity case or begger, but if you are going to reciprocate when you get to the top, sometimes you have to do what you have to do.  Getting help from someone does not make you less than, unless you are ungrateful...or unappreciative.  No real man or woman would take advantage of those who are lending a helping hand, under any circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people took the time to step outside of themselves for one moment to do something selfless for another person, out of love and compassion, without looking for anything in return, the world would be a better place.  Instead of doing things to bring someone down or knock someone down, reach your hand out and help them up...Instead of talking about one another, get to know someone...you may find a new lifelong friend, rather than an enemy.  I do what I do because that's just the type of person I am...those who know me best also know this...I don't expect anything back, because I know my true friends have my back just like I have theirs, no hesitations, second thoughs, what if's or any of that.  Money and all that material shit means nothing to me...it hasn't bought me what I've been searching for my whole life, so why should what I do with my money bother anyone else?  I go to work everyday to earn my paycheck, at least until these books start making me enough money so I can quit working for somoene else, and start working for myself...lol.  I would give all of this up to be in the place that I desire...yes, I'd be broke, but broke and happy as hell... it's just as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, people...I just wanted to drop a few lines...I have a cold so I'm going to chill out and continue resting this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-1597720201750922746?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1597720201750922746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/differences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1597720201750922746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1597720201750922746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/differences.html' title='Differences...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-6602480753672232376</id><published>2009-12-24T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T20:49:01.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fix...</title><content type='html'>nothing in your life&lt;br /&gt;is close &lt;br /&gt;to being permanent&lt;br /&gt;with the exception&lt;br /&gt;of maybe&lt;br /&gt;your name&lt;br /&gt;but at times&lt;br /&gt;your own identity&lt;br /&gt;and self-worth are shaky&lt;br /&gt;and the choices you make&lt;br /&gt;often times&lt;br /&gt;leave you with&lt;br /&gt;those black spots &lt;br /&gt;as you try and remember&lt;br /&gt;what you did&lt;br /&gt;the night before&lt;br /&gt;but can’t&lt;br /&gt;that large gray area&lt;br /&gt;that could mean anything&lt;br /&gt;under the sun, moon, and stars&lt;br /&gt;as you search for the quick fix&lt;br /&gt;that temporary high&lt;br /&gt;that makes you feel loved&lt;br /&gt;wanted, needed, and accepted&lt;br /&gt;for the person you are&lt;br /&gt;only to come down&lt;br /&gt;frantically searching&lt;br /&gt;for an even better fix&lt;br /&gt;to make the feeling&lt;br /&gt;of the last one&lt;br /&gt;amplified&lt;br /&gt;only to find out&lt;br /&gt;maybe a little too late&lt;br /&gt;that you might be searching&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from my next poetry book "untouched soul"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-6602480753672232376?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6602480753672232376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/fix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/6602480753672232376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/6602480753672232376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/fix.html' title='fix...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-2822157645541894180</id><published>2009-12-22T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:17:34.189-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honesty'/><title type='text'>Honesty...</title><content type='html'>In any relationship that I have with someone, whether it's friendship, lovers, etc., I expect a certain level of honesty from that person, because I'm going to be completely honest with them... I don't have the time nor the patience to keep up with a lie...or to keep one going... Don't get me wrong, I have lived a lie, but I won't tell a lie... I'd rather just tell the truth and spare your feelings later... In my eyes, it's just easier that way... Lies leave room for error and more questions... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example... If I felt my partner slept with someone else and I ask... If they say no, that's their truth... I can doubt and question it, but I would believe them, hoping that they're telling the truth (alliteration...lol).  But if we're having an argument and they say "that's why I slept with ______!" that sets off an alert in my head bc I remember when I asked they told me no... So my thoughts would be... Are you saying this to make me mad or to hurt me because you're mad? Or is this the truth and you actually lied the first time? So...I don't know what to believe and then there goes the trust. Right out the fucking window... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all this to make a point... Whatever level of relationship I have with you, just be honest with me...even if it hurts... I can't be mad at the truth, and I'll get over it.  Don't make it worse by hiding and keeping secrets, because when I'm gone... I'm gone.  I don't befriend people I can't trust, nor people I know who don't have my best interest at heart or who aren't really concerned with my well-being... The ones who are just around because they want to see the changes or treat me like I'm some experiment... How about experiment these nuts??? Lol... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like having second thoughts, "in the back of my mind" thoughts, or anything like that... I think about enough shit on a daily basis without all the extras... So, with me, honesty really is the best policy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-2822157645541894180?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2822157645541894180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/honesty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/2822157645541894180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/2822157645541894180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/honesty.html' title='Honesty...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-8899037888844001901</id><published>2009-12-01T09:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T01:00:56.833-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transman'/><title type='text'>3 Sides...</title><content type='html'>**I had to take this down b/c I'm using this to put into an anthology... I'll put it back up soon...**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Sean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-8899037888844001901?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8899037888844001901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-sides.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/8899037888844001901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/8899037888844001901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-sides.html' title='3 Sides...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-5217590021254985430</id><published>2009-11-28T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T23:24:17.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>satisfied</title><content type='html'>she sleeps...&lt;br /&gt;so perfectly in my arms&lt;br /&gt;so peaceful&lt;br /&gt;because she knows&lt;br /&gt;that my arms&lt;br /&gt;protect her&lt;br /&gt;from the world&lt;br /&gt;even when she's not&lt;br /&gt;in my arms&lt;br /&gt;i will always&lt;br /&gt;make sure&lt;br /&gt;that her wants, needs&lt;br /&gt;and desires&lt;br /&gt;are fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;so she returns&lt;br /&gt;to the refuge&lt;br /&gt;and comfort&lt;br /&gt;of my arms&lt;br /&gt;completely&lt;br /&gt;satisfied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-5217590021254985430?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5217590021254985430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/satisfied.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/5217590021254985430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/5217590021254985430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/satisfied.html' title='satisfied'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-1429029615026553846</id><published>2009-11-22T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T10:59:19.673-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Loving...</title><content type='html'>The ability to love someone else directly stems from being able to love and accept yourself first. Of course, one can pretend and go through the motions, but only that lasts for so long... When you love yourself wholeheartedly and 100% then you can manage loving yourself and someone else at the same time... Because when the love is reciprocated, it can be used as the strength you need to go through each day with your head held high, floating off the feeling and knowing that there is someone who loves you unconditionally, and you are capable of returning that love because you love yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the love of others that can fuel or inspire you to do greater things in life...the simple fact of knowing that the future will be much better than the present makes life worth living. It makes each breath taken not seem in vain. True friends and lovers love despite everything...there are no conditions on love, either you do or you don't... And if you have the ability to put restrictions and conditions on the who, where, when, why, and how someone loves you, then you are truly missing out on the beauty of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is scared sometimes, it's a valid feeling...we must overcome that fear and love, even if it hurts... The more you love, the more you extend and expand yourself as a person, then you will be able to understand love on the many different levels... But first, you must love yourself enough to be able to use all your senses and realize the types of love you need, want, and desire... And also realize that the love you want may not be as nurturing and fulfilling as the love you need... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is equipped and capable of loving and being loved... We must love ourselves enough to open those doors and embrace the love we're given, but also be wary of the lust and negativity that can disguise itself as love... You have the right to know why someone loves you, just don't over analyze and/or scrutinize the relationship... It may be something as simple as someone listening while you talk, or calling to check on you... Or just being there no matter what... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in this world does not wish to see you happy and they do not have your best interest at heart...you must be able to read that in people and stay away from it, because they will try and break you down from the inside out... That's why there are so many damaged and broken hearts and souls wandering around now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on, but I'll close with this thought... Do something good for yourself everyday...love like its never going to end...feed off of the positive energy around you and get rid of all/everything that is negative and harmful to your spirit... Don't sell yourself short just because you fear a new love... The love has always been there, just waiting to be discovered, starting with the love that resides inside you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-1429029615026553846?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1429029615026553846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/loving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1429029615026553846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1429029615026553846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/loving.html' title='Loving...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-6845761278618930298</id><published>2009-11-03T20:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:59:36.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blind eyes...</title><content type='html'>i suffer...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;i'm used to it&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me that &lt;br /&gt;i'm human after all&lt;br /&gt;i realize&lt;br /&gt;that i'm not immune&lt;br /&gt;to the feelings&lt;br /&gt;i feel&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;and the emotions&lt;br /&gt;that escape &lt;br /&gt;my captive heart&lt;br /&gt;and idle mind&lt;br /&gt;i suffer...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;because it puts&lt;br /&gt;everything into perspective&lt;br /&gt;and reminds me of&lt;br /&gt;reality.&lt;br /&gt;so i won't keep looking&lt;br /&gt;at life&lt;br /&gt;through blind eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110309&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-6845761278618930298?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6845761278618930298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/blind-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/6845761278618930298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/6845761278618930298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/blind-eyes.html' title='blind eyes...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-7767275389290098875</id><published>2009-11-03T20:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:52:16.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Her...</title><content type='html'>i love her.&lt;br /&gt;i know i do.&lt;br /&gt;without a doubt in my mind&lt;br /&gt;i know she is the one&lt;br /&gt;i dream about her at night&lt;br /&gt;it's the only time i dream&lt;br /&gt;my mind is overcome&lt;br /&gt;with thoughts of her&lt;br /&gt;as it should be&lt;br /&gt;she is my world&lt;br /&gt;my future&lt;br /&gt;my everything&lt;br /&gt;the one i've been searching for&lt;br /&gt;my whole life&lt;br /&gt;i love her.&lt;br /&gt;i know i do&lt;br /&gt;too bad i don't know&lt;br /&gt;who [she] is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;070309&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*disclaimer* let's face it...i'll NEVER stop writing...i had a moment... *shrugs* i'm entitled to have one every once in a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-7767275389290098875?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7767275389290098875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7767275389290098875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7767275389290098875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/her.html' title='Her...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-1565212760972739589</id><published>2009-11-01T20:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:01:41.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, writing...</title><content type='html'>I remember a time where I used to feel like writing was all I needed in this life... the only thing that made me happy and complete was my abililty to effectively transcribe my thoughts and feelings into poetry, short story, novel...whatever... my motto through life was... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"live to write...write to live...for me, it's like breathing..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive myself insane time and time again because the words scatter across my brain in a state of madness until I focus myself enough to gather these words together and from them into whatever thoughts I needed to get out at the moment...the sense of accomplishment is still the same, no matter what I write...when I finish, I feel a sense of pride...proud because I know that this talent...this gift, as been fashioned throughout the years and is at is peak...I know that there are higher heights and a deeper level somewhere within me...sometimes I'm anxious to reach that level and to open up a new facet of myself... But in the back of my mind, I can't help but to think what will happen when I reach that level?  What else will there be to surpass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I feel like it's my writing that is enabling me... in such a way that I live it everyday... I turned to writing because I had no outlet... no one to talk to as a child... it has hindered my ability to effectively communicate myself... with the exception of anger (which I have been working on and have gotten better at controlling), I have a hard time expressing how I feel, or it comes off as passive... I wish I could explain it to where it could be fully understood, but that is impossible... Sometimes I feel like I'm living a lie... what if the reality I live is just some story I'm writing in my head?  I have a hard time facing the truth, even when it's in my face... it's cost me a lot... more a feeling of losing myself than anything or anyone else... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I've decided to stop writing for a while... I'm going to finish the novel, but after that, I'm done... there was a point in time in my life where I wrote one poem... I had a life...love...a family... I enjoyed things... I feel like, at this rate, I'm going to be some lonley writer whose sole purpose in life is to make people feel better about themselves, even if it takes me sacrificing myself... I've carried the burden of being that "someone" that everyone needs in their life... everyday of my life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I can live without it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-1565212760972739589?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1565212760972739589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1565212760972739589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1565212760972739589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-writing.html' title='Goodbye, writing...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-5236255628549668241</id><published>2009-10-25T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:11:52.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment In Time...</title><content type='html'>There is a moment in time&lt;br /&gt;That everyone waits for&lt;br /&gt;Called the first time..&lt;br /&gt;The only moments in time&lt;br /&gt;That actually stop time&lt;br /&gt;The only moment in time&lt;br /&gt;That really makes a difference&lt;br /&gt;In your life&lt;br /&gt;The first time&lt;br /&gt;When your eyes meet those&lt;br /&gt;Of that special someone&lt;br /&gt;When your lips touch&lt;br /&gt;Forming that first kiss&lt;br /&gt;The first embrace&lt;br /&gt;The first time&lt;br /&gt;You make love&lt;br /&gt;These moments in time&lt;br /&gt;Really mean the most&lt;br /&gt;The first award&lt;br /&gt;The first good grade&lt;br /&gt;Graduation&lt;br /&gt;The start of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Of achievements&lt;br /&gt;Things that make you proud&lt;br /&gt;Confident, strong, and empowered&lt;br /&gt;The birth of your&lt;br /&gt;First child&lt;br /&gt;The start of a new legacy&lt;br /&gt;The first time&lt;br /&gt;I love you is uttered&lt;br /&gt;Through nervous and anxious feelings&lt;br /&gt;As the burden of the soul&lt;br /&gt;Is lifted&lt;br /&gt;Because the emotions once&lt;br /&gt;Bottled up inside&lt;br /&gt;Have been relased&lt;br /&gt;For the first time&lt;br /&gt;A moment in time hoped to last forever&lt;br /&gt;We cherish these moments&lt;br /&gt;The only moments in time&lt;br /&gt;That actually stop time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-5236255628549668241?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5236255628549668241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/moment-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/5236255628549668241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/5236255628549668241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/moment-in-time.html' title='A Moment In Time...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-1327459263663252847</id><published>2009-10-25T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:37:44.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>protector...</title><content type='html'>I try to protect everyone in my life that has ever meant something to me...including family, friends, lovers, et cetera. I realize that sometimes it's not my job or burden to take on, but its embedded in my character... I'm a man of my word, and I don't make promises that I can't keep...it tears me up inside when I want to be there but can't... I hate to see people I love and care about go through senseless drama. I hate to see them sad, crying, upset, worried, or anything negative... I always try to let people in my life know that with me, they'll never be alone, no matter how long it's been since they've talked to them or how far apart we are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told that with some people that need to show them tough love so that they can realize how wrong they may have treated me or realize how important I am... I don't see it that way...maybe sometimes I should, it would probably save me a lot of feelings somewhere down the line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that everyone to live their own lives and experience everything that their decisions and choices bring, but what if I can feel that the outcome is not going to be good or bring pain to them? Am I wrong for trying to prevent it? I am faithful and loyal to all, and I don't ask for it in return...because, at the end of days, I have to answer to everything that I've done, not anyone else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm rambling, so, I probably am...I feel like it doesn't make any sense... But what I do know is... I'll always be the one my friends and loved ones can depend on, and there will never be a moment when I'm not there... protecting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-1327459263663252847?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1327459263663252847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/protector.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1327459263663252847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1327459263663252847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/protector.html' title='protector...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-5575348817520525904</id><published>2009-10-18T10:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:02:57.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubt...</title><content type='html'>i don't know&lt;br /&gt;who you are anymore&lt;br /&gt;it gets harder&lt;br /&gt;to say&lt;br /&gt;that when i look at you&lt;br /&gt;in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;each day&lt;br /&gt;that i see the person&lt;br /&gt;who i've been&lt;br /&gt;all this time&lt;br /&gt;because i honestly&lt;br /&gt;don't know who he is&lt;br /&gt;hidden deep&lt;br /&gt;underneath layers of adapting&lt;br /&gt;assimilation&lt;br /&gt;adjusting, agreeing, acquiesing&lt;br /&gt;and appeasing&lt;br /&gt;stuck at a point&lt;br /&gt;of being in between&lt;br /&gt;seeing him&lt;br /&gt;seeing her&lt;br /&gt;seeing them&lt;br /&gt;each time i look&lt;br /&gt;in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know&lt;br /&gt;who you are anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;070509&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-5575348817520525904?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5575348817520525904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/doubt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/5575348817520525904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/5575348817520525904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/doubt.html' title='Doubt...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-3726964638157493600</id><published>2009-10-17T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:18:30.837-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proposal'/><title type='text'>Proposal...</title><content type='html'>Eyes exchange&lt;br /&gt;Personified notes&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking away in fantasies&lt;br /&gt;Unlocked in the mind&lt;br /&gt;By feelings felt&lt;br /&gt;From deep within&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that bleed&lt;br /&gt;From the heart&lt;br /&gt;In between the staggered&lt;br /&gt;Staccato like beats&lt;br /&gt;As I stare&lt;br /&gt;Into&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Palms begin to sweat&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm nervous&lt;br /&gt;But yet...&lt;br /&gt;I have to remember&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget&lt;br /&gt;My lines&lt;br /&gt;I rehearsed them&lt;br /&gt;Day and night&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for this moment&lt;br /&gt;Mind in torment&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that your response&lt;br /&gt;Would be&lt;br /&gt;The release&lt;br /&gt;To my soul&lt;br /&gt;Held captive&lt;br /&gt;By a consciously&lt;br /&gt;Unconscious thought&lt;br /&gt;Inconspicuously hovering&lt;br /&gt;Over me&lt;br /&gt;Like the night shadows&lt;br /&gt;That loom&lt;br /&gt;When the sun clocks out&lt;br /&gt;And the moon clocks in&lt;br /&gt;For the night shift&lt;br /&gt;I held back this feeling&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;Countless days of courting&lt;br /&gt;Endless nights of love making&lt;br /&gt;Making the love we share&lt;br /&gt;A connection&lt;br /&gt;That surpasses the lust filled&lt;br /&gt;Undertones of sex&lt;br /&gt;Visions of a family&lt;br /&gt;As you give birth&lt;br /&gt;To the seeds&lt;br /&gt;That will carry on my legacy&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of perfection&lt;br /&gt;That have lead us to&lt;br /&gt;This moment&lt;br /&gt;When I stare into&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;Inhaling your spirit&lt;br /&gt;As you exhale&lt;br /&gt;Take your hand and ask,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101609&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-3726964638157493600?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3726964638157493600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/proposal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3726964638157493600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3726964638157493600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/proposal.html' title='Proposal...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-3398845539124956439</id><published>2009-10-12T22:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:40:56.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>boomerang...</title><content type='html'>as the cool summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;engulfing me in an embrace&lt;br /&gt;of comfort&lt;br /&gt;and reassurance&lt;br /&gt;i let go of us&lt;br /&gt;putting everything into the wind&lt;br /&gt;to give to the universe&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;i wait patiently&lt;br /&gt;for you to come back&lt;br /&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;even though i know&lt;br /&gt;you never left&lt;br /&gt;i've always carried you&lt;br /&gt;with me&lt;br /&gt;and i always will...&lt;br /&gt;close to my heart&lt;br /&gt;where you belong&lt;br /&gt;with your love resting&lt;br /&gt;next to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101209&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-3398845539124956439?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3398845539124956439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/boomerang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3398845539124956439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3398845539124956439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/boomerang.html' title='boomerang...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-8070742392889295559</id><published>2009-10-11T17:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T17:47:17.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To my brother...</title><content type='html'>Rest in Peace... It's crazy that it's been a whole year, but the world has never been the same since you left... You will be forever missed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapri Funderburk&lt;br /&gt;05/30/82-10/11/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone, but never forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-8070742392889295559?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8070742392889295559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-my-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/8070742392889295559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/8070742392889295559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-my-brother.html' title='To my brother...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-2868315116150656488</id><published>2009-09-30T00:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:10:15.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obviously...</title><content type='html'>My heart doesn't always process things&lt;br /&gt;The way my mind does&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they agree&lt;br /&gt;And other times they are at odds&lt;br /&gt;Or at each other's throat&lt;br /&gt;Because everybody wants &lt;br /&gt;To get their point across&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, each feels that its more important&lt;br /&gt;Than what the other has to say&lt;br /&gt;At times I find difficulty&lt;br /&gt;Trying to decipher&lt;br /&gt;Which one of the two is right&lt;br /&gt;Obviously my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Make me rational&lt;br /&gt;And my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Make me human&lt;br /&gt;So they clash when its time &lt;br /&gt;To meet in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Traveling down the road of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;Of curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Of wonder&lt;br /&gt;Heart felt emotions&lt;br /&gt;Overshadow logic sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Forcing me to choose between the two&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I'm alone in this choice&lt;br /&gt;A choice that I've been making &lt;br /&gt;From day one&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that my unanswered questions&lt;br /&gt;Will get an honest answer&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe form into statements&lt;br /&gt;That I hold on as a friendly reminder&lt;br /&gt;That obviously...&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts have often lead me astray&lt;br /&gt;And obviously my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Are not good enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-2868315116150656488?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2868315116150656488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/09/obviously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/2868315116150656488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/2868315116150656488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/09/obviously.html' title='Obviously...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-1154693051350538002</id><published>2009-09-14T00:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:40:53.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation...</title><content type='html'>"God made woman from man...so that she would always be apart of him &amp; know what is needed to make him better"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-1154693051350538002?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1154693051350538002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/09/creation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1154693051350538002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1154693051350538002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/09/creation.html' title='Creation...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-7012180125724003536</id><published>2009-09-01T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:07:54.501-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Allure...</title><content type='html'>The voice &lt;br /&gt;In my head&lt;br /&gt;Is telling me&lt;br /&gt;That I need&lt;br /&gt;To get my shit&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;And be a man&lt;br /&gt;About it&lt;br /&gt;Asking all these&lt;br /&gt;Questions...like&lt;br /&gt;Why did you do it?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you say that?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when...?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you do more?&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do about it now?&lt;br /&gt;All questions&lt;br /&gt;That I can't&lt;br /&gt;Thoroughly answer&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a rebuttal&lt;br /&gt;With any kind of substance to it&lt;br /&gt;Other than&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I could scream my dedication&lt;br /&gt;Off the highest building&lt;br /&gt;Write infinite poems and sonnets&lt;br /&gt;Or even simply...&lt;br /&gt;Just say how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to communicate&lt;br /&gt;Through the hidden barrier&lt;br /&gt;That now lies between us...&lt;br /&gt;But what does that solve&lt;br /&gt;If the outcome is not&lt;br /&gt;What it's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more than a misguided soul&lt;br /&gt;Stuck with a bunch of &lt;br /&gt;Unanswered questions&lt;br /&gt;What if's&lt;br /&gt;And shoulda, coulda, woulda's&lt;br /&gt;Traveling on a road&lt;br /&gt;Of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;And instability&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Holds something much better&lt;br /&gt;All in the name&lt;br /&gt;Of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090109&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-7012180125724003536?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7012180125724003536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/09/allure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7012180125724003536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7012180125724003536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/09/allure.html' title='The Allure...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-4364024204369825125</id><published>2009-08-31T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:19:19.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 31 - Reflection...</title><content type='html'>Today is the conclusion of 30/30 - a poem a day challenge... I'll be honest, at first I thought I wouldn't be able to do it...there are some days were I doubled up, but that was more my fault than anything... At any rate, this experience opened my eyes to a side of myself and my writing that I've never seen... And I know that I am capable of writing a poem a day for a long time... This challenge has inspired me to continue this and develop it into another poetry book...so I will prob do this til the end of 2009 for the book... Hopefully I won't drive myself insane in the process...lmao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned to "she that will remain nameless" that I did not want to turn out like the guy off of secret window who was talking to the man that really didn't exist... Yep, I see me, but crazier...ha... I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who stuck in there with me and read my work everyday... It made me realize that I have a lot of points to get across...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I have a gift... And I say... I guess I do... And I will always use my gift to inspire, motivate, entertain, relate, strengthen, empower, and inspire those around me... This is only the tip of the ice berg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everybody's wondering about the novel... Please be a little more patient with me... It's going to be finished very soon... And its well worth the wait... I'm a perfectionist and I want my first novel to be perfect so all the next ones can be even better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thank you for supporting me and my writing... This was a very humbling experience... I'm glad I stood up to the challenge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;-Sean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-4364024204369825125?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4364024204369825125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-31-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/4364024204369825125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/4364024204369825125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-31-reflection.html' title='Day 31 - Reflection...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-1909186548651303944</id><published>2009-08-30T15:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:03:52.125-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endless'/><title type='text'>Day 30 - Endlessly...</title><content type='html'>If every time&lt;br /&gt;I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I am filled&lt;br /&gt;With pain&lt;br /&gt;And a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;Dies&lt;br /&gt;What happens when&lt;br /&gt;I think that&lt;br /&gt;Last thought&lt;br /&gt;And finally&lt;br /&gt;Waste away&lt;br /&gt;And I'm left&lt;br /&gt;Wondering&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever&lt;br /&gt;Think about me&lt;br /&gt;The way I thought&lt;br /&gt;About you...&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;30.5 Endlessly (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you...&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your presence&lt;br /&gt;Is constant&lt;br /&gt;Like the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;That flow&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my mind&lt;br /&gt;About you&lt;br /&gt;I feel you&lt;br /&gt;Wondering who or what &lt;br /&gt;Brings the smile&lt;br /&gt;To my face everyday&lt;br /&gt;Its the simplicity&lt;br /&gt;In life&lt;br /&gt;The unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;And respect&lt;br /&gt;That I have &lt;br /&gt;For myself&lt;br /&gt;That keeps me smiling&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;A distant whisper&lt;br /&gt;Of the past&lt;br /&gt;Asking me...&lt;br /&gt;Why I didn't smile for you&lt;br /&gt;Like I do today&lt;br /&gt;And my answer is simple...&lt;br /&gt;My smile for you&lt;br /&gt;Went away&lt;br /&gt;When the reason why&lt;br /&gt;I smiled&lt;br /&gt;Became the reason why&lt;br /&gt;I cried&lt;br /&gt;And I finally started&lt;br /&gt;To embrace the fact&lt;br /&gt;That my life is&lt;br /&gt;A story of a love untold&lt;br /&gt;The love for self&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-1909186548651303944?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1909186548651303944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-30-endlessly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1909186548651303944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1909186548651303944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-30-endlessly.html' title='Day 30 - Endlessly...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-1694843785653700848</id><published>2009-08-29T22:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:18:26.121-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Day 29 - Calculated Homicide...</title><content type='html'>Our life together&lt;br /&gt;Has been planned&lt;br /&gt;From day one&lt;br /&gt;I took your personal goals&lt;br /&gt;My personal goals&lt;br /&gt;And our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Of the future&lt;br /&gt;Put them together&lt;br /&gt;And plotted all the points&lt;br /&gt;That would lead us&lt;br /&gt;To forever&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like&lt;br /&gt;A perfect plan&lt;br /&gt;Faultless&lt;br /&gt;And without fail&lt;br /&gt;There was only one problem&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the blueprint&lt;br /&gt;I broke her heart&lt;br /&gt;Like clockwork&lt;br /&gt;It was a calculated homicide&lt;br /&gt;Unintentionally, of course...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-1694843785653700848?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1694843785653700848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-27-calculated-homicide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1694843785653700848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1694843785653700848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-27-calculated-homicide.html' title='Day 29 - Calculated Homicide...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-7813212644222808439</id><published>2009-08-28T19:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:14:04.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Day 27 - Apologize &amp; Day 28 - I listen...</title><content type='html'>#27 - Apologize  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw life&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;Until it became&lt;br /&gt;The harsh reality&lt;br /&gt;That I have&lt;br /&gt;To deal with&lt;br /&gt;As each day passes&lt;br /&gt;I took for granted&lt;br /&gt;The person you were&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;Due to the circumstances&lt;br /&gt;Of us&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect you&lt;br /&gt;To always be there&lt;br /&gt;I knew in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You'd always be there&lt;br /&gt;Because that's where&lt;br /&gt;You've been&lt;br /&gt;From the day&lt;br /&gt;That life&lt;br /&gt;Was breathed into&lt;br /&gt;My lungs&lt;br /&gt;And my journey&lt;br /&gt;Was set&lt;br /&gt;To the coordinates&lt;br /&gt;Of your soul&lt;br /&gt;The pain I feel&lt;br /&gt;Is justified&lt;br /&gt;Simply...&lt;br /&gt;I brought it on myself&lt;br /&gt;One of the downfalls&lt;br /&gt;Of being human&lt;br /&gt;We all make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And we all wish&lt;br /&gt;To be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;And though there are things&lt;br /&gt;You will never forget&lt;br /&gt;That I've done&lt;br /&gt;Just know&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved you&lt;br /&gt;And I'll keep loving you.&lt;br /&gt;That...&lt;br /&gt;I will never &lt;br /&gt;Apologize for.&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;#28 - I listen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to the things&lt;br /&gt;You tell me&lt;br /&gt;Even when you're not speaking&lt;br /&gt;The silent conversations&lt;br /&gt;Are as important&lt;br /&gt;As the ones&lt;br /&gt;Spoken out loud&lt;br /&gt;I pay attention&lt;br /&gt;To the subtle cues&lt;br /&gt;Like that look&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When you just want&lt;br /&gt;Comfort&lt;br /&gt;And to be held&lt;br /&gt;Or the extra umph&lt;br /&gt;You put in your step today&lt;br /&gt;Exuding your sex appeal&lt;br /&gt;Like you want to go to work late&lt;br /&gt;On purpose&lt;br /&gt;What about that small sigh&lt;br /&gt;You let out &lt;br /&gt;That prompts me to ask,&lt;br /&gt;"Baby, what's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;When, nothing's really wrong&lt;br /&gt;You just like the satisfaction of knowing&lt;br /&gt;You have all my attention&lt;br /&gt;I listen...&lt;br /&gt;To the way your body talks&lt;br /&gt;In that language&lt;br /&gt;When it feels good to you&lt;br /&gt;So I give it to you&lt;br /&gt;Until your mouth speaks&lt;br /&gt;Those words&lt;br /&gt;Of pleasure, ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;And defeat...&lt;br /&gt;"Baby, I'm about to..."&lt;br /&gt;As those silent&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts, sounds, and feelings&lt;br /&gt;Spill into the room&lt;br /&gt;Creating the perfect melody&lt;br /&gt;Enticing my senses&lt;br /&gt;See...&lt;br /&gt;I listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-7813212644222808439?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7813212644222808439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-27-apologize-day-28-i-listen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7813212644222808439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7813212644222808439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-27-apologize-day-28-i-listen.html' title='Day 27 - Apologize &amp; Day 28 - I listen...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-6871878823097785103</id><published>2009-08-26T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:07:30.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>Day 26 - Lost (2)</title><content type='html'>Traveling &lt;br /&gt;In this world&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;I am lost&lt;br /&gt;Without you.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Are scattered&lt;br /&gt;And unfinished&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches&lt;br /&gt;From the void&lt;br /&gt;In my soul&lt;br /&gt;It is a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;With no end&lt;br /&gt;And I realize...&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing&lt;br /&gt;Without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-6871878823097785103?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6871878823097785103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-26-lost-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/6871878823097785103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/6871878823097785103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-26-lost-2.html' title='Day 26 - Lost (2)'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-3064759092619440240</id><published>2009-08-25T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:53:59.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='directions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>Day 25 - Directions...</title><content type='html'>*this one is long, but my fav out of all the ones I've written this month...it was inspired by a meditaion I had on the way home today...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God &lt;br /&gt;For directions&lt;br /&gt;And he gave me&lt;br /&gt;A compass and a book&lt;br /&gt;And told me&lt;br /&gt;That the compass &lt;br /&gt;Will guide me through life&lt;br /&gt;And to write in the book about my experiences&lt;br /&gt;I asked,&lt;br /&gt;How will I know when its time&lt;br /&gt;To stop writing?&lt;br /&gt;He told me...when the time came,  I'd know&lt;br /&gt;And to just do what I was told&lt;br /&gt;And stop questioning everything &lt;br /&gt;So much&lt;br /&gt;To just live and be&lt;br /&gt;And let life do the rest&lt;br /&gt;So, with my compass&lt;br /&gt;And book in hand&lt;br /&gt;I did what I was told... &lt;br /&gt;I chased the stars&lt;br /&gt;I achieved my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I weathered the storm&lt;br /&gt;I cursed&lt;br /&gt;I prayed&lt;br /&gt;I was happy, sad...&lt;br /&gt;And everything&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;I overcame every obstacle put in my way&lt;br /&gt;Because I was driven&lt;br /&gt;By that compass&lt;br /&gt;That was my guide &lt;br /&gt;Through life&lt;br /&gt;And the empty pages&lt;br /&gt;Of my book&lt;br /&gt;That had yet to be filled&lt;br /&gt;Until that day...&lt;br /&gt;I reached the end of the book&lt;br /&gt;And the compass stopped.&lt;br /&gt;I was frustrated, a little&lt;br /&gt;Because I expected something&lt;br /&gt;Spectacular to happen...&lt;br /&gt;I stood there for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Eyes closed, in deep thought...&lt;br /&gt;When I opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I looked down and saw a little soul&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of me&lt;br /&gt;He looked just like me...&lt;br /&gt;He strectches his arms out towards me&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have anything to give him&lt;br /&gt;All I had was a compass &lt;br /&gt;That didn't work&lt;br /&gt;And a book with no more clean pages&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;I handed him the book&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and said&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Daddy&lt;br /&gt;For giving me life...&lt;br /&gt;In that moment, I realized&lt;br /&gt;That throughout my life&lt;br /&gt;I was writing the blueprint&lt;br /&gt;For my seeds to follow...&lt;br /&gt;So they wouldn't make the same mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I made...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-3064759092619440240?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3064759092619440240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-25-directions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3064759092619440240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3064759092619440240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-25-directions.html' title='Day 25 - Directions...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-7573491855943408045</id><published>2009-08-24T23:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:13:58.663-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake'/><title type='text'>Day 24 - Fakes...</title><content type='html'>There's nothing&lt;br /&gt;Authentic &lt;br /&gt;About you&lt;br /&gt;The life you live&lt;br /&gt;Is a life&lt;br /&gt;You created&lt;br /&gt;From TV, magazines&lt;br /&gt;Fables passed down&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;The internet&lt;br /&gt;When you look&lt;br /&gt;In the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Do you even recognize&lt;br /&gt;The eyes that are staring back&lt;br /&gt;You made yourself&lt;br /&gt;Based on what others think&lt;br /&gt;And what they say&lt;br /&gt;So what parts of you&lt;br /&gt;Are real?&lt;br /&gt;Your life&lt;br /&gt;Is as fake&lt;br /&gt;As that coach bag&lt;br /&gt;On your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-7573491855943408045?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7573491855943408045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-24-fakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7573491855943408045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7573491855943408045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-24-fakes.html' title='Day 24 - Fakes...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-3090827468426233856</id><published>2009-08-24T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:39:52.000-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Pain...</title><content type='html'>"So many of us are trying to  heal from the pain others have caused, that we forget to heal from the pain we've caused ourselves..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-3090827468426233856?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3090827468426233856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3090827468426233856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3090827468426233856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/pain.html' title='Pain...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-46940464005701110</id><published>2009-08-23T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:13:12.390-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exposed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Day 22 - This Love &amp; Day 23 - Exposed</title><content type='html'>This Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love&lt;br /&gt;Is new&lt;br /&gt;But feels so familiar&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me&lt;br /&gt;Of the love&lt;br /&gt;From my past&lt;br /&gt;Bringing back&lt;br /&gt;All the memories&lt;br /&gt;The happiness, the joy,&lt;br /&gt;The pain, the sadness,&lt;br /&gt;The heartache, the struggle&lt;br /&gt;The "I love you's"&lt;br /&gt;And "I'm sorry's"&lt;br /&gt;The arguments, the fights&lt;br /&gt;The awkward silent moments&lt;br /&gt;Left for the imagination&lt;br /&gt;To fill in the words&lt;br /&gt;And re-create the actions&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded&lt;br /&gt;Of the moments of intimacy&lt;br /&gt;The love making&lt;br /&gt;The way I felt&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But...its not&lt;br /&gt;This love&lt;br /&gt;Is new&lt;br /&gt;With remnants of the past&lt;br /&gt;Underneath&lt;br /&gt;So strong&lt;br /&gt;That I already feel like&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you&lt;br /&gt;A second chance&lt;br /&gt;And we've only&lt;br /&gt;Just begun.&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;Exposed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Are so self-centered&lt;br /&gt;Or you pretend to be&lt;br /&gt;So much&lt;br /&gt;That you don't even notice&lt;br /&gt;The people you've stepped on&lt;br /&gt;For your own personal gain&lt;br /&gt;For your own selfish satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;You complain about a love&lt;br /&gt;That you want&lt;br /&gt;But others aren't &lt;br /&gt;Giving you&lt;br /&gt;But don't know how to act&lt;br /&gt;The moment you get it&lt;br /&gt;I pity you&lt;br /&gt;Because you restrict yourself&lt;br /&gt;Behind your own rules&lt;br /&gt;Regulations and boundaries&lt;br /&gt;The moment&lt;br /&gt;Someone steps &lt;br /&gt;Outside that boundary&lt;br /&gt;Either by something done&lt;br /&gt;Or said&lt;br /&gt;You quickly move on&lt;br /&gt;To the next&lt;br /&gt;With no explanation&lt;br /&gt;Or hesitation&lt;br /&gt;But what's even sadder&lt;br /&gt;Is that the "next"&lt;br /&gt;Has been there the whole time&lt;br /&gt;Impatiently waiting&lt;br /&gt;For the mess up&lt;br /&gt;Behind the scenes&lt;br /&gt;Only to gloat about the prize&lt;br /&gt;Like love and feelings are a game&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its a game to you&lt;br /&gt;But to me, that's hardly the case&lt;br /&gt;I'll only be your fool once&lt;br /&gt;Because I know&lt;br /&gt;That your narcissistic cycle&lt;br /&gt;Will never end&lt;br /&gt;Until you officially grow up&lt;br /&gt;And realize what you're doing&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry,&lt;br /&gt;Your secret's safe with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-46940464005701110?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/46940464005701110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-22-this-love-day-23-exposed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/46940464005701110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/46940464005701110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-22-this-love-day-23-exposed.html' title='Day 22 - This Love &amp; Day 23 - Exposed'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-3678679380663912127</id><published>2009-08-21T22:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:11:53.807-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><title type='text'>Day 21 - I Live...</title><content type='html'>If I could&lt;br /&gt;Relive&lt;br /&gt;A moment in time&lt;br /&gt;It would be&lt;br /&gt;When our eyes met&lt;br /&gt;All motion stopped&lt;br /&gt;Everyone and everything&lt;br /&gt;Disappeared&lt;br /&gt;It was only you and I&lt;br /&gt;My heart skipped&lt;br /&gt;A beat&lt;br /&gt;And that beat&lt;br /&gt;Was your heart&lt;br /&gt;Echoing &lt;br /&gt;The perfect rhythm&lt;br /&gt;My mouth opened&lt;br /&gt;And the breath&lt;br /&gt;Escaped my lungs&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless &lt;br /&gt;Overcome by the&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelming feeling &lt;br /&gt;Of forever&lt;br /&gt;That I saw&lt;br /&gt;When our eyes met&lt;br /&gt;In that moment&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;I live...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-3678679380663912127?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3678679380663912127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-21-i-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3678679380663912127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3678679380663912127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-21-i-live.html' title='Day 21 - I Live...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-3531374786373240653</id><published>2009-08-20T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:00:49.010-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>Day 20 - My Best...</title><content type='html'>Through all&lt;br /&gt;The ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;The side to side&lt;br /&gt;And in between&lt;br /&gt;All the false promises &lt;br /&gt;Of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Out of everything&lt;br /&gt;That has happened&lt;br /&gt;I know that you&lt;br /&gt;Will always&lt;br /&gt;Be there&lt;br /&gt;In my corner&lt;br /&gt;By my side&lt;br /&gt;Always trying &lt;br /&gt;To protect me&lt;br /&gt;Because I'd give my everything&lt;br /&gt;To protect you&lt;br /&gt;You give me the truth&lt;br /&gt;When I don't want it&lt;br /&gt;And make me see the real&lt;br /&gt;When my mind tries to sell you&lt;br /&gt;Those big dreams of&lt;br /&gt;"She is the one" [lmao]&lt;br /&gt;One of the only women&lt;br /&gt;I love&lt;br /&gt;More than anything &lt;br /&gt;In this world&lt;br /&gt;She is&lt;br /&gt;My best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for my best...N.D.A.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-3531374786373240653?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3531374786373240653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-20-my-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3531374786373240653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3531374786373240653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-20-my-best.html' title='Day 20 - My Best...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-8786923085038429189</id><published>2009-08-19T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:18:37.752-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin'/><title type='text'>Day 19 - Sinful...</title><content type='html'>I lust...&lt;br /&gt;For her body&lt;br /&gt;More &lt;br /&gt;Than her beauty&lt;br /&gt;At times &lt;br /&gt;I could care less&lt;br /&gt;What she looks like&lt;br /&gt;I just want&lt;br /&gt;To indulge myself&lt;br /&gt;In her&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;Until my selfish cup&lt;br /&gt;Runs over&lt;br /&gt;Some would call it &lt;br /&gt;Gluttony&lt;br /&gt;I call it...&lt;br /&gt;Getting mine&lt;br /&gt;I dare not share her&lt;br /&gt;Not even with&lt;br /&gt;Herself&lt;br /&gt;I'm greedy, none the less&lt;br /&gt;So sue me&lt;br /&gt;Too proud to tell her&lt;br /&gt;That I love her&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;br /&gt;I really do&lt;br /&gt;I guess...&lt;br /&gt;At times I resent her&lt;br /&gt;For being so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And having beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;With my envious mind&lt;br /&gt;That idles at times&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;Where she is&lt;br /&gt;Who she's with&lt;br /&gt;And where she's going&lt;br /&gt;Often times, evoking&lt;br /&gt;Anger and rage&lt;br /&gt;From the depths&lt;br /&gt;Of my spirit&lt;br /&gt;Unleashing my wrath&lt;br /&gt;Upon her&lt;br /&gt;Even when&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't deserve it&lt;br /&gt;She tells me &lt;br /&gt;She loves me&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;br /&gt;But I brush it off&lt;br /&gt;Indifferent...&lt;br /&gt;With a slothful soul&lt;br /&gt;I only want &lt;br /&gt;Her body&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty&lt;br /&gt;And everything else&lt;br /&gt;Is secondary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-8786923085038429189?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8786923085038429189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-19-sinful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/8786923085038429189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/8786923085038429189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-19-sinful.html' title='Day 19 - Sinful...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-3659747228493726289</id><published>2009-08-18T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:39:06.837-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>Day 18 - Time...</title><content type='html'>They say&lt;br /&gt;Time heals &lt;br /&gt;All wounds&lt;br /&gt;But what if&lt;br /&gt;You run out&lt;br /&gt;Of time&lt;br /&gt;Trying to heal&lt;br /&gt;A wound&lt;br /&gt;That keeps being&lt;br /&gt;Opened, exposed&lt;br /&gt;And damaged?&lt;br /&gt;Fresh bandages&lt;br /&gt;Don't stand&lt;br /&gt;A chance&lt;br /&gt;Once the open wound&lt;br /&gt;Has been &lt;br /&gt;Infected&lt;br /&gt;And spreads&lt;br /&gt;Making you numb&lt;br /&gt;And immune&lt;br /&gt;To the feeling&lt;br /&gt;That caused &lt;br /&gt;The wound&lt;br /&gt;In the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-3659747228493726289?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3659747228493726289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-18-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3659747228493726289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3659747228493726289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-18-time.html' title='Day 18 - Time...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-120284872857443159</id><published>2009-08-17T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:35:37.297-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><title type='text'>Day 17 - Reflection</title><content type='html'>I sit &lt;br /&gt;And reflect&lt;br /&gt;Listening &lt;br /&gt;To the sounds&lt;br /&gt;Of the silence&lt;br /&gt;That surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;And envelops me&lt;br /&gt;In an embrace&lt;br /&gt;Of comfort&lt;br /&gt;The solitude&lt;br /&gt;That accompanies me&lt;br /&gt;Is my solace&lt;br /&gt;And I realize&lt;br /&gt;That I&lt;br /&gt;Am at peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-120284872857443159?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/120284872857443159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-17-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/120284872857443159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/120284872857443159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-17-reflection.html' title='Day 17 - Reflection'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-7942546472640650319</id><published>2009-08-16T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:30:37.578-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Day 15 - Stalker and Day 16 - Wrong</title><content type='html'>Stalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my name&lt;br /&gt;Changed my number&lt;br /&gt;But I still&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem&lt;br /&gt;To get rid&lt;br /&gt;Of you.&lt;br /&gt;You tormented me&lt;br /&gt;In a past life&lt;br /&gt;And stalk me&lt;br /&gt;In the present&lt;br /&gt;I promise&lt;br /&gt;You will be&lt;br /&gt;Completely eradicated&lt;br /&gt;In the future&lt;br /&gt;Never to be spoken of&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional&lt;br /&gt;Forever enduring&lt;br /&gt;The love that I have&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;No restrictions&lt;br /&gt;No restraints&lt;br /&gt;No hesitation&lt;br /&gt;No second thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;An understood feeling&lt;br /&gt;Between us&lt;br /&gt;That the rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;Constantly throws shade at&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;For loving you&lt;br /&gt;The way I do&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll be wrong&lt;br /&gt;For the rest&lt;br /&gt;Of my life&lt;br /&gt;Because loving you&lt;br /&gt;From day one&lt;br /&gt;Has always&lt;br /&gt;Been right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-7942546472640650319?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7942546472640650319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-15-stalker-and-day-16-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7942546472640650319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7942546472640650319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-15-stalker-and-day-16-wrong.html' title='Day 15 - Stalker and Day 16 - Wrong'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-6527662218756477340</id><published>2009-08-14T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:25:30.632-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fed up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enough'/><title type='text'>Day 14 - Enough</title><content type='html'>My mind&lt;br /&gt;Is beyond tired&lt;br /&gt;Of the harsh words&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts, statements&lt;br /&gt;Comments, and remarks&lt;br /&gt;You make&lt;br /&gt;Both in and out of anger&lt;br /&gt;My body &lt;br /&gt;Is fed up&lt;br /&gt;With the bruises&lt;br /&gt;You inflict&lt;br /&gt;When I don't do&lt;br /&gt;What you say&lt;br /&gt;Or acquiesce&lt;br /&gt;To your physical&lt;br /&gt;Commands&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt;Is done aching&lt;br /&gt;From the feelings&lt;br /&gt;Of worthlessness&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness, pain&lt;br /&gt;Sadness and anguish&lt;br /&gt;My soul&lt;br /&gt;Is sick&lt;br /&gt;Of the captivity&lt;br /&gt;You have confined it to&lt;br /&gt;Just because you think&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave...&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day&lt;br /&gt;That my mind, heart, body and soul&lt;br /&gt;Align&lt;br /&gt;And decide together&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;br /&gt;Enough&lt;br /&gt;Is &lt;br /&gt;Enough&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-6527662218756477340?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6527662218756477340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-14-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/6527662218756477340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/6527662218756477340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-14-enough.html' title='Day 14 - Enough'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-1449610254732376339</id><published>2009-08-13T01:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:28:33.609-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullshit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deceit'/><title type='text'>Day 13 - Bullshit...</title><content type='html'>The bullshit&lt;br /&gt;You spit&lt;br /&gt;In my ear&lt;br /&gt;Camouflaged as&lt;br /&gt;Sincere feelings&lt;br /&gt;Travel over my brain waves&lt;br /&gt;Discarded&lt;br /&gt;And filtered down &lt;br /&gt;Still in complete sentences&lt;br /&gt;To my heart&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeat accelerates&lt;br /&gt;As my love organ&lt;br /&gt;Attempts to process&lt;br /&gt;The bullshit&lt;br /&gt;But can't...&lt;br /&gt;So it continues&lt;br /&gt;To pass through&lt;br /&gt;My system&lt;br /&gt;Only to find itself&lt;br /&gt;Exiting from the rear&lt;br /&gt;Because the toilet&lt;br /&gt;Is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That has room for&lt;br /&gt;The bullshit&lt;br /&gt;That you spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-1449610254732376339?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1449610254732376339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-13-bullshit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1449610254732376339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1449610254732376339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-13-bullshit.html' title='Day 13 - Bullshit...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-7452044095841825333</id><published>2009-08-12T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:10:30.140-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>Day 12 - Antagonist</title><content type='html'>Life...&lt;br /&gt;Is disappointing&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stress yourself&lt;br /&gt;About disappointing me&lt;br /&gt;Because nine times out of ten&lt;br /&gt;I'm already disappointed&lt;br /&gt;So when it happens&lt;br /&gt;Your words and actions&lt;br /&gt;Have the same disappointing&lt;br /&gt;Sad ending&lt;br /&gt;As they did in the beginning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not surprised&lt;br /&gt;Or hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because I already knew&lt;br /&gt;You'd disappoint me&lt;br /&gt;Its a lifeless routine&lt;br /&gt;With the same outcome&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any expectations&lt;br /&gt;Because they lead&lt;br /&gt;To more disappointment&lt;br /&gt;I only really had one...&lt;br /&gt;For you to be yourself&lt;br /&gt;At all times&lt;br /&gt;And of course, here goes&lt;br /&gt;The disappointment&lt;br /&gt;How could you mess up&lt;br /&gt;Something so simple?&lt;br /&gt;The authenticity in being yourself&lt;br /&gt;Is never a disappointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-7452044095841825333?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7452044095841825333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-12-antagonist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7452044095841825333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7452044095841825333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-12-antagonist.html' title='Day 12 - Antagonist'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-3909543594107302950</id><published>2009-08-11T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:19:43.673-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfinished moments'/><title type='text'>Day 11 - Unfinished moments...</title><content type='html'>We are through...&lt;br /&gt;So why do I feel&lt;br /&gt;Compelled &lt;br /&gt;To keep you close&lt;br /&gt;And love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I do&lt;br /&gt;Maybe due to&lt;br /&gt;Lack of closure&lt;br /&gt;Or the abruptness&lt;br /&gt;Of how we ended&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe...&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe&lt;br /&gt;I love you that much&lt;br /&gt;Enough to mend&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt;With this homemade&lt;br /&gt;Temporary adhesive&lt;br /&gt;So that I can be&lt;br /&gt;Who you need me to be&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something &lt;br /&gt;Is indeed better than nothing&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;I digress...&lt;br /&gt;One day&lt;br /&gt;I'll figure it out&lt;br /&gt;One day&lt;br /&gt;I'll get my head out the clouds&lt;br /&gt;And face the reality &lt;br /&gt;Of today&lt;br /&gt;Rather than looking at the&lt;br /&gt;Big picture&lt;br /&gt;With its perfect ending&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that one day&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back&lt;br /&gt;To me...&lt;br /&gt;To us&lt;br /&gt;And realize&lt;br /&gt;That we are...&lt;br /&gt;No more&lt;br /&gt;But I can't...&lt;br /&gt;Not as long&lt;br /&gt;As these unfinished moments&lt;br /&gt;Still exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-3909543594107302950?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3909543594107302950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-11-unfinished-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3909543594107302950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3909543594107302950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-11-unfinished-moments.html' title='Day 11 - Unfinished moments...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-3608168407504118356</id><published>2009-08-10T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:17:17.131-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addicted'/><title type='text'>Day 10 - Sweetest drug</title><content type='html'>One taste&lt;br /&gt;Of her nectar&lt;br /&gt;I was hooked&lt;br /&gt;In an instant&lt;br /&gt;I became a fiend&lt;br /&gt;For her love&lt;br /&gt;With no desire&lt;br /&gt;To be cured&lt;br /&gt;I was addicted&lt;br /&gt;To her&lt;br /&gt;She is...&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest drug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-3608168407504118356?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3608168407504118356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-10-sweetest-drug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3608168407504118356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3608168407504118356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-10-sweetest-drug.html' title='Day 10 - Sweetest drug'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-7170568204181607931</id><published>2009-08-09T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:03:06.227-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mandatory'/><title type='text'>Day 9 - Overtime</title><content type='html'>I need a break&lt;br /&gt;From this so-called&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;But I was just informed&lt;br /&gt;Of the mandatory&lt;br /&gt;Overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life never stops...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-7170568204181607931?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7170568204181607931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-9-overtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7170568204181607931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/7170568204181607931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-9-overtime.html' title='Day 9 - Overtime'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-3918545289147749272</id><published>2009-08-08T10:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:45:09.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jump'/><title type='text'>Day 8 - Jump...</title><content type='html'>Standing close &lt;br /&gt;To the edge&lt;br /&gt;You look over&lt;br /&gt;Into the abyss&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how long&lt;br /&gt;The drop is&lt;br /&gt;Before you hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Hesitant to enter&lt;br /&gt;A world&lt;br /&gt;Unknown to you&lt;br /&gt;To think thoughts&lt;br /&gt;That never crossed &lt;br /&gt;Your mind&lt;br /&gt;To feel feelings&lt;br /&gt;That are new&lt;br /&gt;To your heart&lt;br /&gt;To experience&lt;br /&gt;The one thing&lt;br /&gt;You've been searching for&lt;br /&gt;Your whole life&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead&lt;br /&gt;Jump...&lt;br /&gt;I promise&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-3918545289147749272?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3918545289147749272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-8-jump.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3918545289147749272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/3918545289147749272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-8-jump.html' title='Day 8 - Jump...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-9044749073290854883</id><published>2009-08-07T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:06:40.498-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirrors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Day7 - You don't love me...</title><content type='html'>I took a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;And looked into those eyes&lt;br /&gt;That stared back at me&lt;br /&gt;And said,&lt;br /&gt;If you give me &lt;br /&gt;A chance&lt;br /&gt;I can show you&lt;br /&gt;Better than I can tell you&lt;br /&gt;That you have always been&lt;br /&gt;My number one&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes pondered&lt;br /&gt;Trying to digest&lt;br /&gt;What I've said&lt;br /&gt;Probably remembering&lt;br /&gt;All the times&lt;br /&gt;I put you aside&lt;br /&gt;To do and be with&lt;br /&gt;Someone else...&lt;br /&gt;I digress,&lt;br /&gt;It is by no fault of my own &lt;br /&gt;That I am so detached&lt;br /&gt;From you&lt;br /&gt;And from us&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to love you&lt;br /&gt;The way that you should be&lt;br /&gt;It just takes time...&lt;br /&gt;Turning to face me&lt;br /&gt;You took a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;Of your own&lt;br /&gt;Inhaling the breath&lt;br /&gt;That I exhaled&lt;br /&gt;Taking in the remnants of me&lt;br /&gt;And into those eyes,&lt;br /&gt;That stared back at you&lt;br /&gt;You said,&lt;br /&gt;You don't love me enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mirror never lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-9044749073290854883?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/9044749073290854883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day7-you-dont-love-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/9044749073290854883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/9044749073290854883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day7-you-dont-love-me.html' title='Day7 - You don&apos;t love me...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-8158189262693896088</id><published>2009-08-06T11:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:57:18.445-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='completion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rality'/><title type='text'>Day 6 - Reality</title><content type='html'>Maybe if I stopped&lt;br /&gt;Loving you&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't feel so&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete&lt;br /&gt;And realize that&lt;br /&gt;All I need in this life&lt;br /&gt;In this life&lt;br /&gt;To be complete&lt;br /&gt;Is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-8158189262693896088?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8158189262693896088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/8158189262693896088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/8158189262693896088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='Day 6 - Reality'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-1941742979945635574</id><published>2009-08-05T21:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:18:29.753-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Day 5 - Write to live...</title><content type='html'>A life&lt;br /&gt;As blank&lt;br /&gt;As the canvas&lt;br /&gt;I use&lt;br /&gt;To paint &lt;br /&gt;The vivid pictures&lt;br /&gt;And images &lt;br /&gt;With these words&lt;br /&gt;Only equipped&lt;br /&gt;With paper&lt;br /&gt;And pen&lt;br /&gt;I carve,&lt;br /&gt;Sand,&lt;br /&gt;And chip away &lt;br /&gt;Like a carpenter&lt;br /&gt;I perfect my craft&lt;br /&gt;And I write &lt;br /&gt;With precision&lt;br /&gt;Giving hope&lt;br /&gt;To the hopeless&lt;br /&gt;Fortune&lt;br /&gt;To the less fortunate&lt;br /&gt;And life&lt;br /&gt;To the lifeless&lt;br /&gt;I write&lt;br /&gt;To live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-1941742979945635574?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1941742979945635574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-write-to-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1941742979945635574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1941742979945635574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-write-to-live.html' title='Day 5 - Write to live...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-4197517667089447324</id><published>2009-08-04T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:28:32.561-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Day 4 - The pawn</title><content type='html'>Moving forward&lt;br /&gt;One step&lt;br /&gt;At a time&lt;br /&gt;Never moving backwards&lt;br /&gt;So the past&lt;br /&gt;Remains unseen&lt;br /&gt;And forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Simply because&lt;br /&gt;When I look towards&lt;br /&gt;The future&lt;br /&gt;And see what's in front&lt;br /&gt;Of me&lt;br /&gt;All I see &lt;br /&gt;Is the end&lt;br /&gt;Of the game&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that I make it&lt;br /&gt;To the Queen&lt;br /&gt;As other pieces&lt;br /&gt;And players are chosen&lt;br /&gt;Over me&lt;br /&gt;Moving quicker&lt;br /&gt;Or faster&lt;br /&gt;In more intricate motions&lt;br /&gt;Than just&lt;br /&gt;Moving forward&lt;br /&gt;One step&lt;br /&gt;At a time&lt;br /&gt;And one by one &lt;br /&gt;Each piece &lt;br /&gt;Is lured&lt;br /&gt;Conquered&lt;br /&gt;And pushed to the side&lt;br /&gt;By you&lt;br /&gt;I wait patiently&lt;br /&gt;And watch you play&lt;br /&gt;This game&lt;br /&gt;Until its my turn to &lt;br /&gt;Move.&lt;br /&gt;Forward.&lt;br /&gt;Check mate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-4197517667089447324?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4197517667089447324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-4-pawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/4197517667089447324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/4197517667089447324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-4-pawn.html' title='Day 4 - The pawn'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-962852326962315796</id><published>2009-08-03T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:26:36.622-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pitiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Day 3 - Pitiful soul...</title><content type='html'>A pitiful soul&lt;br /&gt;Is not really&lt;br /&gt;Pitiful&lt;br /&gt;Just tempered&lt;br /&gt;And reserved&lt;br /&gt;Taking just a few more&lt;br /&gt;Seconds&lt;br /&gt;To think things &lt;br /&gt;Through&lt;br /&gt;Taking a few more&lt;br /&gt;Moments&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy&lt;br /&gt;This thing called life&lt;br /&gt;Understanding that time&lt;br /&gt;Has no time limit&lt;br /&gt;So precious&lt;br /&gt;It has to be cherished&lt;br /&gt;And not taken&lt;br /&gt;For granted&lt;br /&gt;A tempered soul&lt;br /&gt;Reserved&lt;br /&gt;And serene&lt;br /&gt;Taking a little bit&lt;br /&gt;More time&lt;br /&gt;To care&lt;br /&gt;To feel&lt;br /&gt;To love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-962852326962315796?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/962852326962315796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-3-pitiful-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/962852326962315796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/962852326962315796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-3-pitiful-soul.html' title='Day 3 - Pitiful soul...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-946278139359127073</id><published>2009-08-02T21:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:29:44.665-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forget'/><title type='text'>30/30 Day 2 - The good...</title><content type='html'>Why is it&lt;br /&gt;That people always&lt;br /&gt;Remember the bad things&lt;br /&gt;You've done&lt;br /&gt;Before they even&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledge&lt;br /&gt;The good &lt;br /&gt;In you&lt;br /&gt;That one mistake&lt;br /&gt;Never forgiven&lt;br /&gt;Never forgotten&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much&lt;br /&gt;People try&lt;br /&gt;And convince you&lt;br /&gt;That they have&lt;br /&gt;They always find a way&lt;br /&gt;To bring it up&lt;br /&gt;Once more&lt;br /&gt;Attacking and badgering&lt;br /&gt;The good in you&lt;br /&gt;Because the good things&lt;br /&gt;Actions, words&lt;br /&gt;And everything in between&lt;br /&gt;Is never&lt;br /&gt;Good enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-946278139359127073?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/946278139359127073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/3030-2-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/946278139359127073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/946278139359127073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/3030-2-good.html' title='30/30 Day 2 - The good...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-760949757751718295</id><published>2009-08-01T21:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:31:31.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 poems in 30 days... Day 1 - She never...</title><content type='html'>She never had to&lt;br /&gt;Say a word&lt;br /&gt;Because I already knew&lt;br /&gt;Exactly &lt;br /&gt;What was on her mind&lt;br /&gt;I knew &lt;br /&gt;Her every&lt;br /&gt;Mental step&lt;br /&gt;A connection&lt;br /&gt;That was formed&lt;br /&gt;The moment&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes met&lt;br /&gt;Telling the story&lt;br /&gt;Of our lives&lt;br /&gt;And a love&lt;br /&gt;That will last&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month's challenge is 30 poems in 30 days... I realize that there are 31 days in august, but day 31 will be a reflection of this experience... I hope you all enjoy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-760949757751718295?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/760949757751718295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/30-poems-in-30-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/760949757751718295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/760949757751718295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/08/30-poems-in-30-days.html' title='30 poems in 30 days... Day 1 - She never...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-8432701027194286001</id><published>2009-07-25T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:05:32.812-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Does Your Wife Have To Be Your Soulmate?</title><content type='html'>I feel that your wife SHOULD be your soulmate because there will always be that missing piece of you that lies within your soulmate that your wife does not possess.  No matter how much in love you are with your wife, or convinced that she is truly "the one," with a void as deep as missing your soulmate, can you really function and be that spouse that your wife (or husband) needs 100%? At what point will you or your spouse be so overwhelmed with this feeling of incompletion that you or they just up and leave? 5 yrs, 10yrs, 20 or more yrs?  Or do we just become content and complacent with not spending the rest of our lives w/our soulmate that we substitute our spouse or partner into that position and just live with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but I'd rather marry my soulmate than have a wife that may never be able to complete me in that way.  Until its revealed to me that my soulmate and I are not supposed to be married but just be a presence in each other's lives forever, then I prefer to be by myself...its the safest thing to keep feelings from being misconstrued and/or hurt...I can stand hurting myself, just not bringing pain to others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she's out there though... And I've probably already met her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-8432701027194286001?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8432701027194286001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/07/does-your-wife-have-to-be-your-soulmate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/8432701027194286001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/8432701027194286001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/07/does-your-wife-have-to-be-your-soulmate.html' title='Does Your Wife Have To Be Your Soulmate?'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-9108789312492608801</id><published>2009-07-24T22:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:20:57.826-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cnn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transgender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awareness'/><title type='text'>Transgender Mysteries segment on CNN...</title><content type='html'>Tonight, CNN aired a segment called "Transgender Mysteries" and the mayor of Oregon, Stu Rasmussen was on the panel, as well as an FTM named Ryan, a specialist, and off location was Isis, the MTF that was recently on a season of ANTM.  I applaud CNN for attempting to shed some light on transgender individuals, but I was disturbed by this show, for several reasons.  I feel that, in a way, it further fueled the misconception of transgender people and offered further justification to think we are "confused."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, Stu stated that he has "male sex" with his wife but prefers to dress and present himself as a woman.  He does not consider himself a lesbian.  He is in real life terms, a crossdresser, hormones or not.  For him to go on a show like that to help "clear up the misconception," and say something like that, just compounded the problem, because now, in my eyes, the public sees him as a freak show.  By all accounts, Stu would be considered a lesbian, going on outward appearance only, because he wants to be viewed as a woman.  But, in politically correct sexual terms, only MEN have "male sex" with women.  Lesbians mimick the action with dildos, straps, etc.  I don't know, maybe I'm misinterpreting his overall message, but this just bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just gives justification for trans people not being accepted by mainstream society, in my opinion. Stu's representation just made us look like being trans is flip flopping between genders when we feel like it.  I'm not saying that he can't express him/herself sexually the way he see's fit, its his choice of wording. He could have said, "I prefer to known as a female, but I express myself sexually as I see fit.  My wife has no problem w/my gender presentation.". Because, for all intensive purposes, Stu is a lesbian if she wants to be viewed as a woman and has a wife, which would make his marriage null and void.  If Stu is still a woman who has "male sex" and just wants to be seen as a woman b/c dressing that way makes him a crossdresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for those of you who may feel otherwise, but this is just my take on a part of the show that really bothered me.  Overall, I'm glad that CNN took the time to address this and shed light on the fact that trans people do exist and we are not going anywhere anytime soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want fair representation when it comes to trans awareness and visibility...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;-Sean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-9108789312492608801?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/9108789312492608801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/07/transgender-mysteries-segment-on-cnn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/9108789312492608801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/9108789312492608801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/07/transgender-mysteries-segment-on-cnn.html' title='Transgender Mysteries segment on CNN...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-6842655947409270926</id><published>2009-07-14T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:49:15.486-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>a friend</title><content type='html'>"A friend never talks about what they've done for others, they just do it and know that blessings flow to people who give selflessly..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-6842655947409270926?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6842655947409270926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/07/friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/6842655947409270926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/6842655947409270926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/07/friend.html' title='a friend'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-6461834679660376206</id><published>2009-07-14T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:32:08.457-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>change...</title><content type='html'>Peace to all... I know I haven't blogged in a few weeks, but thing have been busy in my world... I'll try to do better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight/this morning's topic is change... A word that is frequently used, but like love, few people know the true meaning... Or it gets misconstrued along the way so that things people do is interpreted as change, when it really isn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To change can mean a total revamping of your life, or altering what you do already...change can be simple or complex... Something simple would be changing the time that you normally go home, or the route you take. Something complex would be...transitioning whether it be gender, a new job, a new location, et cetera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people change for the good, and some for the bad, due to influence, peer pressure, opinions, or whatever... But I feel that true change begins with yourself...if you're not ready to take the steps to change, it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks or how they feel... The change is not genuine if its not going to be through and through... That's just like trying to motivate and help someone who doesn't feel it in their heart... Prepare to bang your head against that brick wall you've been talking to all along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this blog is to simply state...if you need a change, do it...what's the worst that can happen? You will discover that its not for you...and that's perfectly fine...you never know until you try. But don't base your changing on pleasing or appeasing others. True friends will always be there for you, even if it takes you a while to realize the need for change. Every man/woman must take his or her own journey through life and the changes that come with it... Just be there for your friends no matter what they're going through...no one deserves to experience this thing called life alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your change has come...embrace the change, love the change, and live the change...if not, then it's coming...just be patient and be the best person you can be until you can bring the change to your current situation and circumstances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is what the world is all about, just make sure you're changing for the good and doing positive things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-6461834679660376206?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6461834679660376206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/07/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/6461834679660376206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/6461834679660376206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/07/change.html' title='change...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-1568011545709320479</id><published>2009-06-27T14:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:35:32.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>forever and a day...</title><content type='html'>*my wedding gift to my best friend and her fiance'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look&lt;br /&gt;Into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced&lt;br /&gt;That we were meant&lt;br /&gt;To be&lt;br /&gt;Two lives &lt;br /&gt;That crossed paths&lt;br /&gt;At the perfect moment&lt;br /&gt;To make one&lt;br /&gt;To live, love, and be happy&lt;br /&gt;With each other&lt;br /&gt;Together &lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;With you I have found&lt;br /&gt;That I can love someone&lt;br /&gt;Other than myself&lt;br /&gt;With as much intensity&lt;br /&gt;And passion &lt;br /&gt;As I love myself&lt;br /&gt;And even more&lt;br /&gt;You complete the sentences&lt;br /&gt;Written by my mind&lt;br /&gt;And conduct the songs&lt;br /&gt;Written in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And sung by my soul&lt;br /&gt;There is no other place&lt;br /&gt;That I’d rather be&lt;br /&gt;Than with you&lt;br /&gt;To have you as my wife&lt;br /&gt;My partner, my companion,&lt;br /&gt;And my life&lt;br /&gt;I love you…&lt;br /&gt;Forever and a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brehanna and Takka Farley – June 27th, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-1568011545709320479?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1568011545709320479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/forever-and-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1568011545709320479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/1568011545709320479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/forever-and-day.html' title='forever and a day...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-5028699156410005658</id><published>2009-06-26T00:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:39:55.382-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>freedom in the eyes...</title><content type='html'>this is a poem from my 3rd or 4th book of poetry (haven't figured out the rotation just yet) called &lt;strong&gt;transItion &lt;/strong&gt;(i, transition)...for my brothers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;freedom…in the eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freedom…&lt;br /&gt;in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;of the black man&lt;br /&gt;is sometimes bleak&lt;br /&gt;and unattainable&lt;br /&gt;but most of the time&lt;br /&gt;it is great&lt;br /&gt;and well within reach&lt;br /&gt;the ability to provide for&lt;br /&gt;and protect his family&lt;br /&gt;by any and all means&lt;br /&gt;it is survival&lt;br /&gt;being able to sustain life&lt;br /&gt;on all levels&lt;br /&gt;freedom…&lt;br /&gt;in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;of the black man&lt;br /&gt;is strength&lt;br /&gt;truth&lt;br /&gt;knowing that &lt;br /&gt;the Kings and Queens&lt;br /&gt;that walk the earth&lt;br /&gt;are the seeds that were&lt;br /&gt;planted in the womb&lt;br /&gt;of the black woman&lt;br /&gt;the motivation and willingness&lt;br /&gt;to lay the foundation&lt;br /&gt;for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;061808&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-5028699156410005658?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5028699156410005658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/freedom-in-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/5028699156410005658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/5028699156410005658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/freedom-in-eyes.html' title='freedom in the eyes...'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-5470898147018372990</id><published>2009-06-24T00:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:23:48.439-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possibilities'/><title type='text'>do you remember this?</title><content type='html'>*this is from my old diaryland.com blog...eons ago...lol...but the feeling never dies...i posted this to see if [you] would remember... thank you for always being in my corner...it means so much to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Jan. 04, 2003 - 9:10 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had true passion for someone??? Not like sexual passion, lust, or infatuation...but passion to know more about them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion for their mind?? Passion for their heart?? Passion for their soul??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you endure the unthinkable just to fulfill that passion?? Would you give up everything you were just to be by their side, because it means so much??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you allow your passion to fuel their passion to know more about you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find your answers, will you let your passion die?? Would your quest be fulfilled...or are the possibilities of passion endless??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sat and thought about what your true passions were?? Or how to go about quenching this hunger??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My passion is to know everything I can and more about you...I never knew that there was someone out there almost exactly like me...When I look at your pictures, in your eyes, I see my reflection...It's almost like a small piece of me was hidden inside of you, patiently waiting for our paths to cross...In a past life, we were destined to meet again...I was once your Osiris, and you my Isis...Overcoming every obstacle, victorious in every battle, doing the undoable...A valiant king, with you, my beautiful queen, by my side...Sitting at my right hand with the world under at our feet...And now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here wondering why sometimes I lose sight of the big picture...I settle for things that I know aren't good for me...and often times I push the important things and people to the back of my mind...Forgetting their importance in my life...forgetting the true meaning of their worth...All for what?? Lust...living out an imaginary life, with an imaginary wife who never loved me to begin with, only to end up with me heartbroken and beating myself up because of it...Insolence clouded my mind...my true perception of people and things was altered...I lost my PASSION for you...All the plans I had made wiped out by a caress that wasn't even true to me...And now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here wanting to say to much to you...but we haven't talked in so long, how would that make me look?? desperate?? alone?? needy?? My lack of communication has me sitting here writing in this diary now...No need in wallowing in my own self pity...The only thing to do now is make it better...to right the wrong within myself...But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably forgot about me...moved on with your life...you probably think that the smile on the countenance that once admired your strength, your intelligence, your beauty, your elegance is just another "one of those types"...You probably found yourself in a love greater than what I could give you...Fulfilling your every want, your every desire...And now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am...wondering what could have been...searching for answers to my many questions...Like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever find yourself thinking about me from time to time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder if I'm thinking about you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you see yourself being with someone like me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your passions??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you see yourself in the next 5 years?? 10 years??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What inspires you to write??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you write about??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take you to get ready for work or school or to go out??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What keeps a smile on your face??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite food??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so forth...I think about you...I know it's hard to believe, but I do...Trying to do all my research and answer my own questions...fulfill my own passions...sometimes I do, mostly I don't for the one, simple, underlying factor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My passion is you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-5470898147018372990?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5470898147018372990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-remember-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/5470898147018372990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818836533592619989/posts/default/5470898147018372990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirthewriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-remember-this.html' title='do you remember this?'/><author><name>amir[thewriter.]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645855727680651717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpviz56OKfM/ThnjHD78VUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LrfLAKgcvys/s220/Sean%2Bblack%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818836533592619989.post-3836339202176322966</id><published>2009-06-23T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:46:48.145-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survival'/><title type='text'>life...</title><content type='html'>i was asked what was one thing that i want people to know about me... and my answer was simple "from the day i was born...i survived life..." so, this post will expand on that sentence...please bear with me... sometimes my feelings get displaced and scattered when i write, but i'll try to stay on task with this one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was born...the umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck and i was blue... not only that, the placenta had become detached from my mother's womb...the doctors told her that if i was born the next day, i wouldn't have made it...i guess that friday was my lucky day...i was 2lbs 7oz, small enough to fit in the palm of someone's hand, just about...with no real hopes and dreams, just struggling to make it to the next day... little did i know...that this wouldn't be the first obstacle, and probably not the last that i would face in my life... i was born premature...two months early, to be exact...i came home in feb of the next year, on my mother's 16th birthday... the start of a childhood that i was robbed blindly of... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i grew up, i was promised that my mother and father would get married and he, my little sister, my mom, and i would be a family... that's why she gave me his last name... somewhere down the line, that didn't work out, and he ended up marrying another woman and having 4 children with her...they were...a family... he was the father to them that he barely was to us... then he fell off by the wayside and wasn't too much a father to any of us... but i survived...without him playing a major part in my life... my grandmother is my rock, always and forever will be... she made sure that my sister and i had everything we needed and then some while my mother ran the streets, getting high and doing who knows what else... it was rough growing up... seeing your clothes, shoes, tv's, and anything else of value walk out of the house... imagine being young and seeing the kids across the street with your brand new clothes on... clothes that you picked out and loved, but never go to wear... my mother put men above my sister and i... there were times where we wouldn't eat until my grandmother go home from work which would be close to 9 at night... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note* this blog is not to throw salt on my mom or any of my family for that matter... it's just to get out my thoughts and feelings about what has happened in my past...* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother went to jail... the feds got her during a drug bust at the drug dealer's house up the street... i remember i used to play basketball on the court him and his sons built in their back yard every single day... my love for sports started young... we went to visit her while she was in the fed, and it looked like she was changing for the better... she got her GED, was into church, and even looked healthier... better than the skin and bones i was used to... i was proud of my mother that she was getting her act together, and surviving... little did i know that she would just revert back to her old ways when she came back home... *shrugs* i was used to it though... not seeing her for days and days at a time... or seeing her spaced out... aggressive, bug-eyed...crazy... i survived that part of my life... only to be sent through the ringer in my later years... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't a rambunctious child... i stayed to myself... started writing seriously when i was 9 years old... writing was my friend... the only thing i knew that would not let me down, because i knew that i would never let myself down... i guess that's just the sag in me... there is a period of my life that i am going to call *the gray area* just because... i will never talk about it on here... not that it's too painful...there's just a time and a place for everything... let's just say that it took some time for me to forgive those who wronged me in the ways that they did... but i survived every encounter... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i graduated high school with honors... and went on to college... where i fashioned myself into what i thought i should be, based on the viewpoints and opinions of others... knowing that in my mind and heart, that wasn't who i really was... but just doing it to get by... with the lowest amount of conflict and drama possible... all i wanted to do was just live and be me... but i couldn't' because i honestly didn't know who i was... i was a chameleon, for lack of better terms... i will admit that i assimilated and molded myself into what others thought i should be... that was one of my survival tactics... just do it for now... you won't have to do it forever... just to get to the next level... probably the wrong way of thinking, but it worked... in some areas...not all... but i've always held on to the fabric of who i was...the inner being... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my relationships suffered... a great deal... then things started spiraling out of control and one thing led to another... my girlfriend at the time left me for someone with a better job and more security...someone to keep a roof over her and my kids' heads... more stability... only to find out that it was a front... revealing a woman beater... but, she survived it and left, and i'm proud of her for that... i sacrificed a lot of things, all in the name of love... maybe a little too much... i got evicted from the apartment she left me in... ended up living with one of my co-workers and her boyfriend in a one bedroom apartment... before i moved in with them, i would stay with people on campus... or sleep in my car in one of the well lit parking lots... when it was time for me to go to work on the weekends, i would sleep in my job parking lot after everyone had left for the night... then wake up early and go get something to eat and act like i was coming from "my house" or wherever i was staying... when my residence was that same parking lot... that was 2005, the year i was supposed to graduate... needless to say, i didn't make it across the stage... my car was repo'd 3 months before graduation and i had no way to get back and forth because i barely knew how to ride the bus... my pride wouldn't let me... so i saved my money and got another car... charged fall 05 to the game and decided to keep it moving... because i had survived the lowest point in my life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my cousins, who were around the same age as me died in 2004 (mind you, i still to this day have not mourned them...), i asked myself, if i died today, would i be happy with the person i was? and my answer was always no... because i was never at a point of completion... sometimes i feel like i'm still searching for that point, but i know with the changes i've made in my life here recently, i am closer than i've ever been... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by holding on to who i truly was... and surviving life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818836533592619989-3836339202176322966?l=amirthewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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