Grapefruit Juice

Death by Candlelight sitting in a fortressed land

Death by mystery or death by sand

Peaceful minds thy maketh for all the world can't see

Yet death means so much more to me.

Not all bad and not so sad

For people ignorantly stand

And fear is so unlikely needed

For why survival is so heeded?

It's no surprise their thoughts are blank

Their fears and troubles dark and dank

Neer shall i quite comrehend

Why you humans so do hate the end

Death in a small room, burning bright

Death for those who see it's right

For love and hate and pain no more

When all shall passeth through the door

The Last Thoughts

His cold fingers brush against my skin
What sort of danger am I in?
I feel dizzy from the spell
And now i know that all is well
I smile up at his dark eyes
His sharp knife takes me by surprise
The pain confused me ever so
I suppose I'll never know
What could have been, had come to be
My life taken away by thee.

Faerie Language

A friend informed me the other day that many of you dreos have no idea what I am talking about half the time. This post is to clarify.

dreo............................a normal, non-magickal, regular human being. Not faerie, sprite, nympth, water sierr, or anything else.

frea..............................your family, those crazy people you live with, who get on each other's nerves but love each other deep down.

meka.........................sister - perharps one of the most annoying members of your frea. And also one of your closest.

deka..........................brother - also one of the most annoying/closest members of a frea.

Marrie.....................mother, the one who often embarasses you in front of your friends in her suave attempt to be 'hip'. You probably love her very much.

Darrie.....................father, perhaps even MORE embarassing than your Marrie. Do not arm with whoopie cushion.

Pe-.........................prefex meaning 'step', as in 'my pemeka is crazy' or 'my peDarrie is so immature'.

Faerra...................kind of like a government, a group of faeries who make the rules and decisions and are often misguided.

Now it should be easier, dreos!

Another Excert from a Faerie Story

Samiera was a faerie. I was, actually, rather friendly with her. She lived in the woods of the same small town that the family lived in. Her family and friends had cast her out because the Faerra had proclaimed her evil. It was a well-known fact that she wanted revenge upon them for this. It is a lonely life, being an Aikrn faerie. The Faerra had taken her power of miaer, that is, hypnosis.
Her meka Sakria had tried desperately to save her. “Marrie, please! Samiera has done no wrong. That Faerra has made a mistake, else they’re just plain dreos. Sasierra is no more evil than you or I. And if the Faerra really think that she is, they’re no better than the common dreo.”
Her Marrie replied sharply, “Watch your tongue! The Faerra are never wrong. They are much more powerful than any other faerie. If you are heard speaking that way about them amongst the faeries, you will be case out alongside her. Is that what you want? Our kind looks up to them.”
And so, Samiera’s Marrie and Darrie agreed with the Faerra. Sakria knew her meka was not evil. They were close in age, and had grown up together.
According to folklore, Sakria died shortly after Sasierra’s Aikrn ceremony. They say she died of a broken heart because she was unable to save her older meka.
And so Samiera lived her difficult life that had been thrust upon her. She missed her frea dearly; her Marrie’s gentle voice, her Darrie’s strong hands, and above all, her meka’s happy spirit. All this had been ripped away from her by the Faerra.
The Faerra.

World Crash

World's coming to an end, you know
This time has come, the time to grow
Away from cozy feelings secure
And find yourself a life of pure

Leave behind your troubled mind
And think of what you need to find
Forget your school or social life
Forget your job and forget your strife

When the dreo child cries
The perfect parents tell sweet lies
Not the time has come to see
What the world will really be.

Heart of peaceful longing
Or of someone's belonging
Whatever is holding you down
Shove it away lest you should drown

Hold your head high up right
Tell them you'll put up a fight
And feel your different special sight.