We can never exhaust the words that run dangerously through our veins.

We Speak. We Write. We Confess. We are Women


Ever stare into space, while your mind wanders and talks up a storm?

Ever try meditating and start to think of every possible scenario of just about every possible scenario imaginable?

Yeap! Don’t I know it.

After a long day of labor, my face displayed the obvious overload of my emotions. It was a Game of Thrones of thoughts if you will, trying to claim its relevance. All the pros and cons,…

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Smiles, giggles, laughs, kisses and sweet love.

Talks and shared cries.

Endless gazing in each others eyes.

Pictures of you everywhere.

Sunsets and moonlight, upon our whispered I love yous.

“I owe you my life”

Set dates. Anniversaries. Planned trips.

Long weekends. Gifts. Surprises. Worry. Expectations. More worry.

i cry, you cry.

Anger. Guilt.

Moon lit nights. I still love you

Toss. Turn.


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Wisdom 2.0 Next Generation: Live with Greater Purpose and Meaning

Wisdom 2.0 Next Generation

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Our current generation, booming with unique energy and thriving challenges, enable us to strive and pursue things beyond arms reach.

We are something called the Millennials.

Milennials:  (noun) a person reaching young adulthood around the year 2000.

Today, there is a wide range of global issues affecting our present day. However, those arriving at young adulthood are probably the most aware in…

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Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me. 

- Maya Angelou


I May not Remember….

I may not remember every syllable 
That escaped your mouth
But I can feel every breath
You took every time you uttered a word

Expressing How much you needed me
And never wanted to let go

I may not remember every story you told
Of past heart aches leaving scars
But I can recall every open wound 
I nursed 
And feeling alone as I did it

- Via Maria Burgos


I Drew The Moon Of My Dreams


I waited for it to appear in eclipses.
Put an onion on my heart and call it a meal,
or howl until it gets us anywhere less blue.
I’ve been having a horrible time closing
my eyes and finding the day older
and birds fluttering into open windows,
making themselves a part of the decor.



I’m 25 years old. One milestone from 30. The concept of starting a life with a man looks, at times, to be lightyears from where I’m standing. The creating of one? A life? A new one? Even further. The idea of bearing children is cause for an amazing anxiety. The body of a woman becomes a living…


I never needed saving,

Until I met you.
Loving you
Made me feel like I have just fell in a
Black hole.
Somewhere dark and unknown
With a whole bunch of other lost souls.
Did you put them here?
The funny thing is, I saw the old me
Here …… Again.
Yet this time around I managed to tie a rope around me for safety.
So now I’m……

To be continued on coming soon Writings Of A No One  by M.E.P.
on whoismep.com

Via Maria Eujenya Perez



We lock lips,

Before we lock eyes

Due to increased passion amongst our bodies when we see eachother,

We kiss for an amount of time
I’m unaware of.

I consume his energy through his quicken pulse,

Sending electric waves down my spine.

I feel his lips
His tongue against mine
His hands against my face

We havent even made love yet.

We’ve been to busy with the love holding us together.

Being this close simply isnt enough, yet its fulfilling and its just about right.

Our meetings are private, yet wholesome

It belongs to only us

It belongs to the incredible feeling between

Un amor hecho entre los dos

This hotel room holds the truth,

It holds our most hushed secrets.

I enter and pull my dress over my head.

I stand motionless and watch as you pull the white t shirt over your head.

Your pants come off,

And we lock eyes.

Euphoria dance in our pupils.

This is it.

Tossing me your t shirt in which I find comfort in and slip under the covers awaiting you.

You lie next to me,

And we admire ourselves with our eyes closed.

Breathing in eachothers scent.

We are here,
This is us.

This is real.

I let you caress my face.

I caress your leg.

Still in the moment of passion that hasnt left us,

And still

We havent made love yet.

Though havent we ?

In the midst of our union,

Isnt it already love created ?

We drift off in a soundless sleep.

Here we feel free,

Here is where time stops.

For only us.

For our union to commence.

-Via Maria Burgos


You Are My Energy.

In you there is a light.
You are your very own sun. 
Your temperament fluctuating your glow.
You can burn so bright as to be seen as a sparkle in the night skies of a billion billion billion and more planets.
You can be a soft glow, soothing those who gravitate to you and connect with them in balance.
But here are times when your light will shine so low
And you will compress your whole self into a single point of sadness. 
Followed by a single point of relief,
As you explode back out into this vast ocean of space
And free yourself from time.
Though you may feel scattered, 
Fear not for you are one of a whole of one
And all the molecules that make up yourselves 
Will find their ways back to themselves 
And the voice of the universe will say,

"Let there be

And you will shine again brighter than ever.

With your birth there is life.
With your death there is life.
There is nothing about you that is not perfect and beautiful.
As perfect as the chaos unfolding from the scattering of innumerable atoms,
So many they form a wave of color,
Not just of light but of all the lights
These beautiful unseen colors
That wash through the Universe.
You are everywhere around me
Swirling and playful and comforting.

To some you are a star,
But to me you are the Sun
Because without you I could not die
For I would never have been born.
You give me your light
And ask absolutely nothing in return
Except to smile when I turn to face you.
-Via Isaac Brune
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