Purple Magazine

Now i discovered this magazine way back when....don't remember exactly where i had found it.....browsing a website or a blog maybe.....but i just have to show this pictures from the magazine.....and you tell me how it makes you feel.... i think that it is very artistic and scary at the same time,

Broken

Your smile is no more
Your glow has faded
You are broken
Broken into pieces which are everwhere misleading
Misleading those who know not that you are broken.
Your heart has spoken
You are broken...
Why change and let the pain overcome what life has yet to claim as done....
Don't give up, you're at your peak....the beauty of life has just begun.
Let's mend that broken part...close your eyes and make a fresh start...though a star falls from the sky the beauty of the light still shines. Become unbroken....
Broken....

DREAMING

I have been dreaming of you...its hard just to think of you...I see you where ever I go. I need you....I feel for you. I can't get you out of my mind. I'm drowning in time....I dream of you....I want to protect you all of the time. I yearn to be by your side.....I dream of you.....I dream of you....you are a dream....

Looking into the mirror

Looking into the mirror everything seems to be so much clearer
As i sat and watched what was there disappear
So fast so quickly so vehemently
Didn't see things turning the way they swayed
If i would have known I promise you things would have changed
Waiting to understand
But took to long and things began to fade
Like a drop of water on a leaf
I absorbed the pain
The heat from the fire that burns beneath my veins
Blackened the most wonderful part of my inner self
The heart...the heart that has been torn...tattered...and ripped apart
Looking into the mirror everything seems to be so much clearer
The storm before the fall
Everything gone that was once galore
Cant seem to look into the eyes of my soul
Everything i stand for seems like it was wrong
I have to search my soul
Search deep within
Set myself completely free and explore
The mirror is not clear at all
But the weeping widowing widening waste that my soul lets go of so that the pain
and heat...the fire and strange anger desire can be no more....

*Feelin it*

Im going crazy crazy crazy just thinkin about you baby
you got me craving craving craving your body baby
can't seem to get you out of my mind
i am wanting you
loving how you taste
every inch
every space
i want to lick you
squeeze you
make everlasting love to you
when i am away from you
im dreaming, dreaming of things i want to do to you
i want you to fulfill me
give me all of you
make me think of everlasting
ecstasy
flying on cloud 9
with that great arch in my spine
im diggin it
feelin it
wantin it
more and more do i ever want you to explore
feel me
want me
digg me
kiss me

Un-Delighted

Un-delighted by the lies that surround me
Can’t figure out who is telling the truth
One thing after another leads to misguided truth
Can’t seem to think its un-delighted
So my heart keeps fighting
The ecstatic pace that my heart begins to race when I see your face
Makes me want to erase all those things that we keep in our special place
My mind wonders and I begin to saunter cant keep up with the waves
So I am moving on like the wind
As it sways and pulls away
I begin to realize that everything that has been done has not been a mistake
All in all I will not say anything to break away or stop what has already begun to break
Now for goodness sake I will stay awake
For I can’t seem to want to not watch the mystery unfold for everything is at stake
Doesn’t everyone make mistakes?

Secret

So surreptitious, it’s furtive that we be
It’s a kept little secret
On the hush-hush is what it will need to be
Concealed and hidden is the feeling
Unseen and clean is the scene
So oblique and veiled is the way that things are to be
Fueled by the secret of wanting to intertwine thy soul and make thy self become whole
Obscure and unsure is what the blood begins to pump
When you see each other something begins to form
It last for a bit so sweet and so proud
Thoughts spoken aloud but hidden within the confines of the walls
Can’t be seen or in depth but the intensity is too keen
Open your eyes and see what is to be unseen
Devout to the cautious, believe in the stealthy, stay with the sly
Realize the lust and let it begin
Until it is no longer a want but an extreme must
The secret shall be for whom…
To be cloaked and overt ….its to be clandestine