Tweets in A Blog!

Long time no blog! I know I know!!

Well first off let me say, I'm SORRY!

Now that's over I am going to blog some of my favorite tweets... enjoy!

@WONDAWMNR3TURNS: Second to none, Always number one. PERIOD.


@BeholdALady: INFATUATION -When u find somebody who is absolutely PERFECT. LOVE -When you realize that they aren't and it DOESN'T MATTER


@ChizzySoSolo: #YouKnowItsLoveWhen You Always Give Them The Benefit Of Doubt


@imkeepingup You wont truly understand it til you live it. Nothing teaches you more than actual experience.


@thghtprvkd How r u bougie & broke @ the same time smh HOW!!!??!! I dnt understand!!!u'd rather wear Coach but cant afford bread? HOW!!!!


More to come soon...


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Me A Vixen???

According to Urban Dictionary:

I AM THE DEFINITION of A VIXEN...
     "Totally gorgeous and amazing human female.  With the cutest smile and a sweet ass body. Loves partying and drinks alot but she is still incredibly smart. But be warned she can get extremely horny and may jump you expectedly."

Simple Complication

Every time I try to write a love poem inspired by you, they seem to just get more simple, and more simple
Almost like there are too few words to explain the feelings I have about how God masterfully created your temple.
Please don't misunderstand me your body is just right, but what I am really talking about is the intellectual capacity of your mental
See what you were blessed with is fundamental

Gifted with the endurance of an oxen
Pulling and plowing day after day at your dreams yet gotten,
Carrying a loaded burden in your heart, heavier than could any stallion
yoked by amnesia, but let me remind you, you are astounding

Consummated with the passion of the venus ruled bull
Your just another one of love's fools
cuz out of your pores, the need for closeness, and your telling emotions ooze
Losing focus to your urge, just to settle for what some men would consider taboo


Poised as a Pharaoh, resiliently negotiating fate with Hemuset by any means
Taken by your royal essence I dream, dreams of me as your queen
You like Horus gave my faith for love life, after it had been murdered by the presence of Osiris

My love for you makes me want to hop into a time machine
just to go back and learn the ancient egyptian art of massage
So that I can use these hands, to caress all the tensions in your body out,
each and every night after night

But see you've bitterly barrecaded the best part of you
and trust me I understand, I once would have said "that's smart of you"
letting the pain of the past dictate your future
and the nay-sayers of the present apply your sutures

Seems you've forgotten that their modern medicine aint go nothin on love
The healing I have for you was created by none other than the one above
See I don't mind being 90 to your 10 so that you can become 100
So I, can know precisely that your visions of untamed ambition are not blighted

See Your the type of man that makes me realize I don't need a big diamond ring attached to an elaborate wedding band to wear on my hand
Cause your love in my heart would make my eyes sparkle more brilliant than any diamond can
Just a simple I do will do to lock our souls more tightly than if it were tiffany's, Tacori, or whateva brand

I guess what I'm trying to say is...
Every time I try to write a love poem inspired by you they seem to just get more simple and more simple
Almost like there are too few words to explain the feelings I have about how God masterfully created your temple.
Maybe if I wasn't so filled with the fear of hearing my own voice's nervous tremble
I'd stop trying to be so artful and just say...

I LOVE YOU

~Wonderwoman

Dying to Live Again

  On February 27th 2009 I died... I'v been mourning ever since. Grieving just in hopes that one day I will breath again... One Day This poem was inspired by my tragedy:

It was like trying to clean up shattered glass with out a broom... My entire being had come crashing out of the cave of my body smashing into the ground with out resistance... I mourned my own death like a mother losing her child. This person that I had worked so hard to become and had grown so fond of was no longer anything to be proud of. Who was I? Who had I become? What would this thing do to me and my future? WHY ME GOD? The big pieces were by no mean easy to pick up but they unlike the shards were less painful to endure... Day after day I tried to but myself back together. My life had become a constant game of jenga, just as I was about to put the last piece in it all would collapse. And I alone would once again have to figure out how to pick up the pieces. Still when I got to the last piece I had sitting on the table there were always some missing... My puzzle was always incomplete, my life was no longer filled with genuine laughter. Instead the struggle to get out of bed in the morning had taken precedent. I was taken captive by grief. The salt from my own tears became my most frequent form of nourishment... Silently with intent I'd stare into the wall as if it was going to bring me back to life...  Since I died I've been grieving and I don't see myself ever breathing.

« Wonderwoman Returns»

Pretending You Were Mine....

I've been patiently passing the time by pretending that you were mine
when I met you something called out from the depths of my soul
It was one of those right place, right time kind of finds
where everything, even your smile, seemed like a sign....

A sign that you belonged to me and I belonged to you...
and it got me thinking "maybe this whole soulmate thing is true"
see meeting you changed my whole philosophy
kinda like I was in an emotional prison and thoughts of you set me free

Talking to you felt like privacy in public
Intimacy at its finest cuz you were in to me and I was into you
but stubborn and shy I let you walk out of my life...
with no explanation why...

Watching you disappear out those doors caused an alien anxiety
but the pride in me said "if its meant to be he will find me"
my heart and soul said "Eff this I'm out of here" and just left from inside of me to find its destiny...

So I went home and let thoughts of you and me as one meet up with the sun
Don't get me wrong I'm not one of those love at first sight type of women,
but looking at you was like looking into the future....
You were a crystal ball and my heart was just answering its call...

A Date, a couple study sessions, one home cooked meal and months later and I still don't have my damn soul back...
Countless thoughts of you, a few romance drenched dreams, and still I can't seem to pull my heart from your grasp.
Which, I guess wouldn't be so bad... if... you were mine..

I might as well tell my soul goodbye
I'm done fighting an appointment so divine
Let me jus bid my heart farewell...
So I can go back to pretending that you were mine....

Love is Something We Do, So Why Do We Have To Talk About It??

  So maybe I believe this because of my lack of ability to communicate romantic emotions and by all means it may be 100% false but.... Love is something we do, a verb to describe our actions so why do we have to talk about it?  The moment I am confronted with a question in regards to how I feel about someone I always seem to freeze up.  Once again I know this is bad because I am a communications major but I just cant help it  (Good ole' fear is in the building again).

   I say all this just to ask, what does is it take to surrender to the words of love.... I mean yea we show people how we feel through our actions but don't those words feel so sweet when they roll off the tongue of someone who we continuously show our affection.  I know I love to feel it so what makes me think he wouldn't...  just food for thought I guess.

  From this day forward I am going to work on making my words and my action work as a team (YIKES!!).  I'm not saying it is going to be easy but I will definitely try and I think you all should seriously consider taking this step too... I mean it make your life a little bit better..  hey you never know.

WAKE UP CALL: I finally met my match, someone who sux at communicating just as much as I do and I DONT LIKE IT.. Guess that's why I am going to make an effort to be more vocal about my emotions.  I finally know what it feels like to be on the other side of the fence and when I say it is confusing and complicated as hell, I mean confusing and complicated as hell....

Well folks Im off to do some sculpting and be sculpted by the ways of actions in motions and words as descriptive as my emotions......

Poetry In Motion... Good for the Healing Soul

It's been a rough day but these always make me smile.... 

I'm Tryna Fall in Love w/ U in a Different language jut to see how it feels...

Is your name Yimmie Ya? Oh hell nah It's got to be Oshun....