If you know you me, you should I know I do almost everything for a reason.
You can't fuck with this kinda crazy and expect to come out whole.
Early Morning Fantasy #1
by Cheyenne Majors
that wonderful time
where you aren't really awake
but you know you aren't dreaming anymore
where everything's a bit blurred
and only the important things are
that on this morning
the blinds are closed or open
i can't tell
everything's a haze
the cat's probably asleep by our feet
the sheets might be orange
they might be red
but your eyes
they're crystal clear
that wonderful light green
so different from the seas of brown i'm used to
then that little smirk
that's always on your face
those collar bones
that in this moment
the little infinity signs
i've traced a thousand times
tattooed onto your chest
the smirk is only a smile
those eyes are only crystal clear
because they're staring right into my eyes
and those lips are mine for the taking
that this morning
that is lasts forever
that it will happen one day
it's times like these
that i imagine
all the goddamn time.
by Sarah Kelly
I wish I could break
Shatter into a million pieces
Of sharded glass, waiting to be stepped on.
Causing you to bleed wouldn’t hurt me
Because I would already be broken.
This universe doesn’t give a damn
Whether we’re moving
Or camping out on life’s sidelines.
The doers, in the end
Meet the same fate as the dreamers.
I want you to break me.
Work me until I fall apart
Until I can’t take it anymore.
At least then
I will overdose on my need for perfection
Before I die of it.
You can take my needle from me
Before my heart stops beating.
Before it turns my blue vein black.
Then maybe I can stop craving
Everything that hopes to kill me off.
"I want to have a love like this…"
You know, reading this, I didn’t know what piece of it rang the most true… We live in a world where things come at us so fast that we often find things that make us feel like we are feeling. Too often though, there’s this one piece that doesn’t make it, that just misses the mark. And we are left anxiously awaiting the next opportunity where someone could write something, or even say something, that becomes a true reflection of ourselves. Well, reading this, this morning, was one of those moments where I felt someone was speaking for me. It’s a bizarre feeling, but I think it’s a special feeling. Maybe because I, in all my self proclaimed wittiness and realness, couldn’t ever of said it like that. But it’s beside the point. The point is. I would love to chase you. Would love to chase you down and have you accept me… But I’m tired, on so many fronts. Now you could tell me that’s my problem and you could tell me that that’s exactly what you’re not looking for. But it’s me, it’s who I am, and it’s who I’ve become based on the chase and how it never worked out for me. You can’t draw water from a stone. All I can do is give to you the things that I know you’ve always wanted. These things. Are not things made by man. They are things we can’t even explain why we give. Look, if you want them and you want me Marina. Then they are yours for the taking. You say things like things were fine and then they just weren’t. Well, i ask you to not twist the knife ok. Please, I never did anything to hurt you and I never will. I want you to be happy and I want to start a life with you. There are some moments I can’t stop believing in. The other night, when I wanted you to stay with me, it wasn’t because I wanted to get with you, or I was feeling lonely if you will. It was because I wanted to connect with you. In this short time, you’ve taught me a lot about life and who I am and who I’m becoming. Unfortunately, I don’t think you really know who I am. And thats ok. You want to chalk it all up to it didn’t work, that’s ok too. But I, will never be a person that teaches myself how to turn off my feelings. Life has taught me to always remember to feel real, even when it hurts and when those feelings don’t make sense. Because, if you never lose, how are you going to know when you’ve won? And if it’s never dark, how are you going to know the sun, when it shines? Something has always told me that you understand this because you have lived it. I want things to shine for you. The thing about it, it ain’t never been about me. Never. It never will be, never going to be. That’s not how I’m built out. Life is about giving, and I can’t give you what you won’t take, and what you don’t want. I know what I want. But remember, that’s not how I’m built out. It’s not about me. It’s about you and us. To SOUND incredibly cliche, there is no “I” in you, or us. This is me, this is who I am and who I’ll always be. If that’s what you want, then it’s yours.