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Feb 2014 Sita Alaska

Larna Kira Kourtis

Mental Monster

Grab a knife,
Take my life,
Slice me up,
Slice me down,
Killing me with the crown,
I want to feed,
I need to bleed,
Let me drain myself,
I want to breathe, Let me breathe,
Let me suffocate,
I want to feed I need to bleed,
Don't make me plead,
I've been a good girl,
Search it on google,
I've been a bad girl, No just a mad girl,
I've been hazy,
and constantly crazy,
I've been obsessed,
Used and depressed,
I got undressed,
And let myself dance,
Right in the moment,
I fell unconscious,
Imagination,
is concentration,
I want to stab it,
I need to have it,
Immortal life,
Isn't what I want,
I'm not a vampire,
Who wants to live for that long?,
I'm a mental monster,
Look at my face,
I'm a disgrace,
Look at my face,
I'm a disgrace,
I'm a mental monster,
A flower bloomed,
A rose that melted,
And bled,
I'm only young,
And already done,
So hurt me,
I won't care,
I'll just wait,
And sit there,
Cos I know now,
God don't like me,
Doesn't love me,
And doesn't care,
I'm just a monster,
A mental monster,
I'm just a little girl,
With black hair.

By Larna Kira Kourtis
Aged:13&Aqauter.;
~Peace~

By LkSkyFlyRose

© 2014 LkSkyFlyRose (All rights reserved)

Feb 2014 Sita Alaska

Autobiographical Haiku

Feb 2014 Sita Alaska

Sabrina Smith

Autobiographical Haiku

I was told to write
a haiku about myself.
This is all I wrote.

Feb 2014 Sita Alaska

Point of view

Feb 2014 Sita Alaska

Graced Lightning

Point of view

Where I see hip-bones and ribs, you see my
fragile heart calling for you. I see three numbers
on the scale- 1, 2 and 6. You see the graceful body of
a free spirit that only you can bring back to earth.
You see unused spoons and forks and unopened
packages of macaroni and cheese, but I only see my
reflection in the silverware and how much thinner my
face is since seeing a 4 on the scale this morning.
I see dark circles under my eyes, nothing that
can't be fixed, but you see a girl waking up
at 3 in the morning and wanting nothing
more than to have you in bed with her.

You picked the wrong girl, babe. You're so right for me
but I want more than you can give
but who knows? Maybe you can give me
everything I need and more.
You promised to love me forever and someday
we'll run away together. We'll get on a bus or a train
with a little money and each other. You'll be wearing
jeans because I love the way they look on you
and I'll be wearing jeans because they're baggy
and you can't see how thin I've gotten.

I see us on our own, a little apartment just for us.
A sanctuary. Where we can run away from it all and
we won't buy a scale because
I won't care anymore. I'll look into your eyes
and finally see myself as you see me.
Because where I see a girl that needs to be saved you see a girl who could be strong enough to save herself

Feb 2014 Sita Alaska

Prophetic Authors

Feb 2014 Sita Alaska

Anubis the Philosomancer

Prophetic Authors

They tell us, in school,
to read all these books
by great minds;
H.G. Wells, Arthur C. Clarke, George Orwell, Ray Bradbury, Aldous Huxley;
but, at the same time,
they tell us,
even if subconsciously,
to ignore the grim implications
coming evermore true with each passing moment
of these Prophetic authors.

Feb 2014 Sita Alaska

kissing

Feb 2014 Sita Alaska

D K

kissing

why is it that you only remember kissing?

or fumbling with plastic buttons in dim hallways, or folding his pants alongside your dresses
or laughing, or heading home to a bed you both could call yours.
why is it that the nights you spend crying in the next room- why does that fade?
you remain always dusty. god, all those days and months seperated by borders and waters you spent rationing these precious packages of recollection, closing your eyes and watching from a distance, as a younger, softer you rested her head on a pair of shoulders that were always there, a pair of shoulders that grew arms to hold you with, and a mouth to kiss you with, and fingers that would trace you and taste you and smudge you. now you know everything about love with nothing to show for it. now the safest place is nowhere near you.

you remember reaching out in the middle of the night, you remember why you quit smoking, you remember how he tasted, how he pulled you closer under the covers on cold sunday mornings. you would make room now when you would never make room before. now that it's too late, now that you are not fine. you remember kissing.

Feb 2014 Sita Alaska

Read Me

Feb 2014 Sita Alaska

Sabrina Smith

Read Me

I need you to read the braille
of my body
and tell me
what it means to you.

Because the story
I'm trying to write
is just coming out
as perfect
straight
lines,
and how can there be a purpose to that?

Feb 2014 Sita Alaska

Bad People Have Soulmates Too

Feb 2014 Sita Alaska

Sabrina Smith

Bad People Have Soulmates Too

I notice that your lips move
when you lie to me.
I know about the secrets
you kept and denied, despite of me,
I wish you would have stayed
around and fought for me.
I know I hope too much
about things that aren't going to happen for me.
I know we need to go
our separate ways, because you can't be with me.
I want you to see
the potential of what we could be if you belong to me.
I know for a fact that you
haven't treated anyone worse than you treated me.

I've come to the conclusion
that you're a bad person,

but bad people have soul mates too.

Feb 2014 Sita Alaska

Addict

Feb 2014 Sita Alaska

Sabrina Smith

Addict

When I hear him talk to her,
I crave for a cigarette in between my lips.
When I see them walking together,
I crave to drown in a bottle of whiskey.
When I feel her presence,
I crave for the cool metal of a loaded gun.

But how strange that
I’ve never smoked a cigarette,
or drank whiskey,
or pulled a trigger.

But the urges
are one of an addict.
And at this moment
I’m not really sure if I’m me anymore,
Because I’ve become addicted to things that I’ve
never even done before.

I know I’m not an addict,
there is no way I could be an addict,
But ******* I could use a cigarette right now.

Feb 2014 Sita Alaska

Paving Our Path to Hell

Feb 2014 Sita Alaska

Sabrina Smith

Paving Our Path to Hell

He revolted at the sight of me,
gagged at the bitter thought of me.
How could a love so pure,
spoil to such a sickly sour?
I refused to live in a world of his hatred,
so I paved our paths to hell
and let our souls digest an intoxicating aroma.
As we took our final breaths,
I looked into eyes that reflected nothing but
loathing.
I snickered,
and even had the audacity
to flash him
the most wicked
of grins.