I was anemic and you were O-. Life was draining from my eyes and you were my vital oasis. I needed you. You were right for me, right?

You were the universal donor to alleviate my sadness, and I accepted you without question. I let your blood consume my own. Because your blood was simultaneously filling me with oxygen, without you I couldn’t breathe. I needed you. You were right for me, right?


But for every drop of blood you contributed to my body, a new tear drop fell. Every drop of blood whispered a new insecurity. You filled me with your own self-doubt serving to emphasize my own. But not once did I wince at the pinch of the needle, or cringe at the sight of the IV. I needed you. You were right for me, right?

But so often times we fall for O- when we are AB+, because they feel right, because they seem perfect. And we fall because without those 6 quarts of blood we may cease to exist. We forget that our heart can beat alone without someone else’s name pumping through our veins. O- blood has common side-effects of insecurity and sadness that overpower the feeling of limited livelihood.

Wait for your AB+. It’s worth it. I promise.

~m.k.

Every time I look at the keyboard
I see U and I together
There is W and E for We
It's code for you and me

I look in to the mirror of
tomorrow, and see what
my future self is like, a
moment to see what has
shaped my life.

To see those moments that
made me young with a smile
spread across my face, but
the moments that aged me
for longer that what youth got back.

I look at my reflection of a
future me, and its me really
looking back at my youth
remembering what I was like.

Those moments I cant change
like my refection as glimpse of
a past a future moments, which
cant change just a refection
of my life.

A drawing on paper meant for
the skin, a picture brought to life
in colour. Inked on the flesh a
meaning of words, that means
something special to that someone
about something.

In black and white shaded in parts
colours brining a drawing to life on
naked skin.

Ink of the artist a needle instead of
the pen, etched in to the skin a drawing
takes shape shaded beauty the skin a
canvas only the person picks the part
for the artist to fill in.

Each a unique moment now frozen,
ink on the body an art form on the
parts chosen for a new journey to begin.

Now there for the rest of there life,
never to fade a reminder of the artist
and the ink he or she put in.

Everybody is looking for love
Everybody wants someone who cares
Everybody is looking for love
People are searching everywhere

We all want that beautiful feeling
Someone to touch our hearts
We want it to be the real thing
So we don't have to search no more