@Who's Saying This

Interested is my look, my demeanor. Unstoppable is my swag, my style as I sit back and smile. I’m the student, your my class, this is English?  I’m thinking Math…as I pass thru the halls with the faces looking sad, is it mad of me to think that a person so unique(who is I, who is me) could put you places with your feet, steadily pacing while I sleep? It’s me, that guy who’s so fly can, u try just to find there’s no Y to the X’s my mind ‘cause I do this all the time…Shine. HMMMPH - but  no worries it’s okay with me that you may never get to see, all the beauty that’s beneath….The Sun… . . Your secrets are my stories, I tell them everyday, you try to keep them private while I put them on display. Like that time you were down and Cabo and you had too much too drink, passed out, woke up early with that girl(her name was Shirley),  Shirley Burly wasn't’ cute, Shirley Burly was a man, you could see it in his/her hands, yet you had to have a dance, now you’re walking around burnin

I'm 50% sure that 100% of the space on this page was blank when I started and the more that I hit these buttons the less blank spaces there are on this page... Hey it's me your brain, you got a sec? Okay, cool check it out I just wanted to tell you that all the these times that you've clicked on this page and read these posts, your were reading nothing. It's just a blank page with titles..crazy huh? this guy "Amari" all he did was make the page really dark and add titles, all the rest were just things that you thought up in your mind. Funny how you thought those memories and thoughts rolling thru your head were triggered by the words of someone else. Like the one that was written backwards, it wasn't it just says that it is in the title.LOL. Go back and look at it now and you'll see that, go aheah I'll wait..... .....AH you did it, you went back and looked...lol. Why didn't you just read a little further down first. Good thing though, you final

I dance to the beat of the rhythm deep within my mind, I sing to words that others may never see, I play back times in my mind when life wasn’t such a grind. I’m happy here in my thoughts, the only people allowed in are those that I place where I am at. My world, my rules my actions are my decisions, the outcome is of my choosing. There is no worry of the economy, no wars to be fought. In fact in my world there are very few things to worry, fight or fuss about. In my world not everyone disagrees, the words “community” and “neighbor” are a not just used to describe ones’ surroundings, but rather the way one feels about the places they live or have lived. In my world things go about the way that they do in the real world, there is life and death there is some level of crime, my world is not perfect, but everything in my world isn’t meant to be. My world is about the “pursuit” about trying, about doing, about a place where the everyday motivation for success and survival revolves around o

Dear Temptation, Forgive me for my weakness, forgive me for giving in. I can nor will not make excuses for my behavior, but instead I will attempt to offer reason. I’ve tried to turn away from you time and time again, each time I do or did I felt a part of me burning for you. Is that  a love for you or another example of my loneliness. At times I find myself saddened by things that you push me to do, other times you take me to a place of happiness that I truly feel is my own. The things that I do for and because of you are all a result of the warmth and desire that I have for you. You are a part of me that can never be changed, something within me that will never be forgotten. Why then do you lead me at times to the darkness, why is it that you leave me at times in a state of confusion? I’m tempted to love you temptation, but only if you’re tempted to understand my love…

This will not only be a game, it will also be a test…And YES I typed it. *Hints: Adjust your eyes & There are 3 sentences. thisismyfavoritesentencethisisreallyhappeningthisismyfavoritesentencethisisreallyhappeningthisis myfavoritesentencethisisreallyhappeningthisisreallyhappeningthisismyfavoritesentencethisismyf avoritesentencethisisreallyhappeningthisismyfavortiesentencethisisreallyhappeningthisismyfavorit esentencethisisreallyhappeningthisismyfavoritesentencethisisreallyhappeningthisismyfavoritesent encethisisreallyhappeningthisismyfavoritesentencethisisreallyhappeningthisismyfavoritesentenceth isisreallyhappeningthisismyfavoritesentencethisisreallyhappeningthisismyfavoritesentencethisisrea llyhappeningthisismyfavoritesentencethisisreallyhappeningthisismyfavoritesentencethisisreallyhap peningthisismyfavoritesentencethisisreallyboringbutyoureadallthatjusttoreadthisthisisreallyhappen ingthisismyfavoritesentencethisisreallyhappeningthisismyfavoritesentencethisisreallyhappeningthi si

Okay so I'm was jsut sitting here playing a video game and this came up: *I'll be typing nothing but random words that pop into my head so this may not make a lot of sense, but it'll still be fun(to me). And GO: Nothing I ever do ever pans out, I wonder then if I do nothing will something TURN OUT? I'm confused in my mind, I'm blind that's fine I'll find in my mind all the things I've never tried- to hide like the time I took this ride on cloud 9 with this mim looking down only to find that I'd been standing the whole time looking forward back in time at all the spaces in your mind. You get? That's good you should- IT'S good to know that what I show is what you see when the pencil hits the sheets of a tree that's cuts so neat that I fold it in seats of my car so far from the places you've never been, what then could you ever said you did? That's true, but I knew all the places that you flew when I was walking thru your mind, as yo

Some people wonder why I write. Some say that I have "WAAAAYYY to much time on my hands". Some think I've just gone crazy and others well they don't really know why.... So I decided that today I'd tell ONE of the reasons: I write to not to see my own words, I write not to show my superior knowledge and ability to use words. I write not for the joy of writing. I write for my son, My 18 year pain in the ass, lazy, unmotivated son. See I say that and you instantly assume that I dislike him or that I believe that he is a failure. When in fact I say those things about him not only because they are true, but because those are his only NEGATIVE qualities. Interesting really, here you have all these other parents in the world pulling their eyes and hair out trying to figure their child out and yet here I sit wit perhaps the greatest prodigy ever. His brain is amazing(almost equal to mine) and his personality is like mine "vastly unique". I don't have to worr