It all seems so unreal,
As if it's just a dream,
But somehow everyone you know,
Are sadder than you know.

A group that's just like you,
All trying to make it through,
We're medicated dummies here,
Can barely count to two.

The signs are everywhere,
With heavy eyes that stare,
No motivation showing here,
We rarely leave the chair.

It's time to break the mould,
Don't stay here til you're old,
Break out of here and run away,
You're eyes are dead and cold.

The action's taken now,
You feel alive somehow,
These pills are working overtime,
Release from sadness' shroud.

Your function's coming back,
No more need for the quack,
The curtain lifts to show the light,
Your old self coming back.

Relief is felt by all,
Your friends begin to call,
But somewhere, hidden in their eyes,
They wait for you to fall...

She frequents here most weekend nights,*******, long kegs, freaky appetite,Her eyes scan every inch of the club,Wet ***, all hard and *****, to hell with love.She licks her lips, and warmly, her other lips respond,She sees her prey and grins at knowing this night will be long,They stroll towards her knowingly, they are the lucky ones,She straddles one, while the other mouth makes her come.Moaning ***** words, and writhing, her **** are bouncing freely,Two on one's her favourite, it makes her come so gleely,Her wet tongue finds something hard and veiny, she takes it in her mouth,Her stroking slips and slides make both guys moan and pant out loud.His ******* dangles over her, she's begging for a ****,The other's fingers enter her, she loves a finger ****,Her mouth fills up with pleasure juice, she comes onto his fingers,She licks it off, but takes her time,intent to make it linger...

Little legs swing merrily,
The bluest eyes stare wearily,
Deception lies within her,
Will anyone believe her?,
She struggles to explain,
Too young to understand,
A violation of youth,
Abuse of childhood trust,
The bravery she shows,
Could teach us all a lot,
The man who cruelly stole,
Her innocence he swapped,
Relief in those blue eyes,
That , this time, he's been stopped...

Most of my poems are pretty jubilant
but now I can't but be unhappy
I had an okay day
but now things have changed
and I no longer feel that happy way
for some odd reason I'm in a bad mood
better wording is I'm plain old ******.

Oh Zetria, Zetria
you hide in the shade
you live your own ways
escaping the world
still burning in the soul
how do you plan
to stay away from reality
you ran and ran
but in the end
you will have to face
your lives fate
either now or later
your biggest decision.

If I am still, it will pass me by,
if I am still, it will pass me by.
A brittle leaf, frightened by the storm,
a brittle leaf, frightened by the storm.
If a brittle storm will pass by the leaf,
Frightened, I am still me.

Lost at sea, I cannot find my way,
lost at sea, I cannot find my way.
I succumb to the tides, remembering only your face,
I succumb to the tides, remembering only your face.
Only, I cannot succumb. My face remembering the way;
at lost tides, I find your sea.

You cast warm shadows over the barren shore,
you cast warm shadows over the barren shore.
Beckoning me to join your journey into the salty winds,
beckoning me to join your journey into the salty winds.
Journey over the barren, beckoning shadows to the salty shore;
you cast your warm winds into me.

Remembering the shore, I am still a frightened leaf.
Your journey; beckoning me to join you into the warm sea.
You cast the long winds at me,
shadows pass it by, the only way over.
If I cannot find the barren tides,
my storm will succumb to your salty face.

The tropic breeze guides your sultry touch
the tropic breeze guides your sultry touch
Dew rests on my skin like the beads of priceless treasure
dew rests on my skin like the beads of priceless treasure
The treasure of your sultry skin rests on the breeze
Tropic beads guide my priceless touch like dew

Drunk on starlight, my head swims in your warm waters
drunk on starlight, my head swims in your warm waters
Ravenous for a taste of the sea, lick the salt from my lips
ravenous for a taste of the sea, lick the salt from my lips
My warm starlight swims in for a lick from the ravenous waters
Your head; drunk on the taste of my sea-salt lips

To be lost within your depths
to be lost within your depths
Oh! How it drowns my eyes
Oh! How it drowns my eyes
How your eyes drown my depths
Oh! To be lost be lost within…


From the warm sea, my tropic beads of salt rest within your head
The lost dew drowns my taste, my lick
Like the breeze of a ravenous touch
My! To be drunk on your priceless, starlight eyes
Your treasure swims in water’s depths
Oh! How it guides the lips on sultry skin

The only girls with true popularity are mean
They exclude
They call names
The outfits are outrageous
Us unpopulars used to be so upset
We WERE alone
We WERE worth calling names
We WERE looking ugly
Now were smiling,
were not mean
we like eachother for who we are
not what you wear, or who you hang out with
who you date
or anything instead
we are just friends
NOW we are NOT alone
We are now stronger than ever