Zena's lifestyle

Que up on the line so long Tired from a lazy day no work Sweet smell from the other side a torment on your nose The dream awake of the special thing a wonder to us both single que so long the wait if i could i would steal a fishers bait and trap it in my hook Who knows what lays at the end of the line that smells so good it aches i need a closer look, a peek if you may just little proof my nose still works and that it's worth all the wait a bite maybe if what i smell is worthy of my taste oh do be nice and let me closer just close enough i pled just one more inch don't leave me here with very eager men Show me, let me see i've waited long enough patience cleo patience wait your coming turn first i pled and then i knelt and all for something old i've seen this fruit it smells so good but taste like rotten soup you led me on and made me want you tricky crooked fool i taught you patience and watched you wait oh what a merry jest let you see that what y

Dark and silent in this lonely room weak and broken with substantial proof silent screams and loud whispers scary smiles and covered blisters When will i again see the day still when will i be removed from the suns mighty rays will i smile another pretty smile again? or will i be broken the rest of my darkened days Another question yet lingers Drawn to a pile of confusion and a heap of dust Forgive me if i now know not who to trust Sketching the day with weary fingers each stroke the brushes mistake not mine a tragedy how the paper falls short of life Only my sadness can the brushes ignite so far from over, a battle within myself a search for meaning i tempt my inner beast i long for reasons, i ask no answers come should i smile another scary smile like the world again has done or is the day not coming forth leaving me broken in darkness yet with the suns mighty trust now open and free to tell the world what i see my questions i have buried deep within a sea

Within for wall confined hidden from the rain protected from men as well through this one window two visions bind see yourself or see inside each others minds Bored and tired if only your buttocks could speak sitted beside the window but can only from the inside peek stranded on your island stripped of rights and will bound by no schakles but by your mind alone and when the clock strikes twelve your enemy is served to you in a colorless cup hidden beneath your tongue waiting for the men in white to move on blank stares into the long white hallway They don't care they never will Forget them all just ignorant fools Take heed the drops tap tap their noisy fall the window strong but still it falls and trapped forever you lay within these walls

The sun a smiling friend will visit a summer morning hidden in winters closet not light not dark a friendly prison love wraped in tight, like a ladies corset Heat a harsh reminder for all glaring eyes unmoved by the fall again and again a victim of love always in awe of the forbidden sun a cry of the needy tears shed in plea wanting and aching for a thing out of reach a knock on your door is fate with an axe a wave of its hand a crack in your heart need all you want and watch from a distant still love is sharp and cuts through its victims when want has failed and calls with the sea sailed off deny the lily rain drops from the cloud above fate will win so fight still fight even the trojan horse will fall try still try be the odysseus aw it all and when a quake is heard the ground will part and love in itself takes revenge leaving you with the broken heart

We fall we rise and we fall again, its an order i have a very complex very broad imagination  and i'm not going to let it go to waste. The clouds the water the trees the way they stand move they are telling us something they are calling out and its our job to hear. i know this sounds crazy but go hiking one day try as hard as you can to climb that scary mountain try so hard it hurts and when you get to the top and feel that adrenaline pumping that satisfaction that empowerment of the rise scream, to world let the trees the soil even the mountain hear you and when your done go back down and look up. You will always see yourself up there at that very top screaming the same words over and over again every day every year you go there and look up and you see yourself you see your accomplishment your not crazy your smart because that one climb and the memory of it is not the past its a stepping stone for many other memories, many other mountains its the present every other day and that m

Did you ever wonder what goes on inside other people's heads, well i do all the time and when i try to picture it; well lets just say its rated 18. Now i am underage so i may no be the best reference for this sort of thing, but i can assure you I've done my research. "Hypersexuality" Don't act surprised, everyone, and i mean everyone including myself has that brief moment in their life where they just zone out and into a world where the word pleasure is the ending of a prayer. I can tell you it is normal, which it is and i can also tell you, you need it. Life gives you a lot of things, but it takes a whole lot back as well, your time, your happiness, your heart, your MONEY. When this Trance or so to speak becomes the basis of your day to day then you don't need fixing, your life does. Moments are moments and when they last longer than they should it becomes a problem; when all you act on, think of, feel is that heat, that passion, that yearning for ***, you ha

My life i guess if just beginning. I'm seeing new things, meeting new people and feeling new emotions. It's safe to say that i am evolving or growing as a person; But i begin this Journey with one thing in mind "MY DESTINATION" i had a class one day an the teacher had us listen to a song and the words i picked out were "IF YOU DON'T WHERE YOUR GOING, ANY ROAD CAN TAKE YOU THERE" I know where i am going and there is only one road for that i want to be famous i want people to know me, but first right now, i'm getting to know myself.