I want you to trust me enough
to tell me even your deepest secrets,
the ones buried so deep
they live in the marrow of your bones.

I want you to map out the story of yourself,
the one running through your veins
so I can trace it back
to your heart.

I want to be enough to make you feel
even when your nerve endings have died
and your brain has gone numb.
I will wake you from your coma.

I want to interlace our fingers
never to let go,
while I hold every ounce of your hope
in my sweaty palms.

I want to tell you who I am,
the story written in my scars,
shattered hopes, tainted memories,
and rare smiles.

I want you to open your ears
and let it all pour in
but if it is too much,
I will not let you drown.

I want our indivdiual stories,
our tapestries full of different things,
to allow themselves to grow
and wrap themselves up in one another.

And I want us to do the same,
as our stories interlock
we will follow suit
because I am infatuated with you.

I remember the first time we met
Maple leaves flying everywhere
Wind blowing gently
People in the park
Everything so peaceful
So quiet

Nope.
Would have liked to meet you
That way
But couldn't
Instead
We were in said school
In home room
To be honest

And I.....






....got lost seeing you.

Once upon a time,

A very long time ago,

There was a girl that everyone in the kingdom used to know,

She was pretty but sad and rather low,

always having to sow the seeds and even the clothes,

She seemed rather alone,

Simply no where to go,

Her father had an ego as strong and bitter as the snow,

Her mother was bossy but rightly so.

She knew she was always protected,

Her pride was strong, But somewhere in there she felt ugly, sad, lonley, Mad!, But one day she let it all out,

And everyone saw that they feel the same,

Everybody had their own pain,

She could see everyone desereved to be a princess, A knight and even a Queen,

They all colided together for a wonderful,

Self confidentual ceremony,

And with all the muscles in their faces they struck the last smile,

Of the kingdom with great sanity,

And that were the last of the century.

By Larna Kira Kourtis.



© 2013 Larna Kira Kourtis (All rights reserved)

Dedicated to all of the women and men who have been driven into such unnecessary, senseless, ****** conflicts:

Please, Lord, take this sword of mine,
And turn it into a ploughshare fine.
Let me cut through the earth for food,
Instead of soaking soil with blood.

Is there peace now; oh, can I rest?
Come back home; I’ve done my best.
Is there hope beneath silent stars?
Or just more nights in crowded bars?

They don’t know the pain I hide,
Nightmare killings trapped inside!
And here I kneel, Lord, to confess,
But cannot escape what I possess!

I fought the war and put ‘em down;
Blown through every enemy town.
And still they scream inside my head;
These haunting souls around my bed.

They don’t know the pain I hide,
Nightmare killings trapped inside!
And here I kneel, Lord, to confess,
But cannot escape what I possess!

No, I cannot escape what I possess…

To those who live such nightmares, and I am privileged to personally know some of you, may God finally grant you some peace and rest … and may the same God finally grant wisdom and discernment to the leaders of this country, steering them away from waging war, toward pursuing peace.