Panic

He's leaving. 

I know it. 

Before he says those words that will change our lives 

or offers that weak apology that will make me hate him even more, 

I know he's leaving. 

And all I feel is Panic.

 As much as I want to hate him now the only thing I remember is how good we were 

and how hard it was to find him, 

my fallen angel, 

and how hard it was to feel safe in his arms and 

how deeply I loved him and 

how blindly I trusted 

and I wonder if I will ever breathe again. 

I know I will, of course.....but still I panic....

3 of Us Nuts: dizzydami

Life is a party. And I am the life of the party.

Of all 3 of us, I am the nuttiest. The adventurer, the mischief-maker, the whirlwind, the social-butterfly, the sexy nymph...the names are endless... I am not afraid of anything. I laugh, I tease, I tempt and I never stop for air. Just like all of us nuts, words are my arsenal...with the right phrase, and the perfectly placed smile or fingertip I have the world eating out of my hands. It's my charm, my allure. U can't explain it, I won't reveal it. I am impulsive. A wink, a hint, a signal, and I'm ready to go. I have no inhibitions, no past, no future, just now.....

Come play with me... You know you want to...

Spongebob Says...

I'm not a spongebob fan but you wouldn't know that: I have TWO spongebob teddies on my special window sill. One was a gift (or it was stolen, i don't remember) from my Freshman roommate at Howard Lola (lAw-lah not lOw-lah) and the second was a parting gift from my assistant at my Sophomore Internship at Credit Suisse in 2009. My first roommate in college (KNUST in Ghana) was a huge fan though. I remember our room always looking cheery because of those lovely yellow spots....but I digress....

The little inscription up there caught my attention because it is one of those issues that we all try to understand. Girl/Boy loves Boy/Girl (or Girl/Boy) and knows deep down that there is a better person inside of them. So we shower them with all the love we can muster and wait for them to give up their bad boy/femme fatale ways and settle their love on us. We know how this story ends..... but there is hope. I believe that the baddest boy or girl will one day (in their own time and for their own reasons) find that person who makes them want to be different, with minimal effort on the person's part. Until then, be yourself and let love discover you.

3 of Us Nuts: Spyda

This is my first public post... let me tell you why...

I am a writer. Words have been my therapy, my solace, my shell for as long as I can remember. But more than that, words have been my secret. Many tears have been buried in my words and if you search far enough (actually, in a little box no one is allowed to open) you will see my journey... every emotion, every phase, every secret

My name is Spyda...... The thinker, the philosopher, the 'Head'. I am grounded, and with good reason... I live in a curious body in a sensual world filled with sights and textures and somebody has to be in charge. I am a Christian, why wouldn't I be... God is Love, and Love is my purpose. I give my love freely, unconditionally, without expectations and I have never been disappointed... and so I love. I am mysterious.....

Del Likes To....(culled from Google)

1. Del likes to "bean"them
2. Del likes to load his reel starting with the back of the line :-/
3. Del likes to go out dancing
4. Del likes to display fake ads from magazines in his cabinet
5. Del likes to reach out to young hispanics in need :)
6. Del likes to travel (but hates the packing)
7. Del likes to slip video game references into many of his songs
8. Del likes to remind everyone he is a trained killer
9. Del likes to meddle *runs and hides*
10. Del likes to work from home because he is black, and because when he is at work, his white peers smack his legs with small wooden lollipop sticks.

THIS WAS DEFINITELY FUN :)

Oladele in the House