Where Shadows Never Fall

  Through the door to madness,
  A girl sits at her desk with open hands,
with the bulb as her witness,
On the ceiling it hangs,

While the girl sits wondering,
"What am I to do"
She hears a voice in her head mumbling,
"It's Right in front of you",

So she opens the first page of her little empty book,
and picks her favorite pen,
She writes about old fashioned dispute against the raging men,

She mesmerizes of a time of war and despair,
and with emotions that hang on,
she knows she was once there,

For these spaced memories are riddled inside her head,
She remembers seeing her body,
Her soul hovering over just to see,
that her body was dead,

As she writes she reminisces of a time she was flying in the hallows,
surrounded by spirits of all,
Lurking around where shadows never fall.

By Larna Kira Kourtis
AKA: LkSkyFlyRose
Aged 14

2014
October 11th
Saturday

Who am I?
I am the Imposter.
I creep inside your body when you’re not looking
And I snip your soul from your flesh
But I don’t let it leave,
Oh, no.
No, no.
I keep it tethered,
Feed off it,
Absorb its very essence—
Absorb your very essence.
And I act in its place.
I change you slowly at first—
An odd action here and there
That you feel is wrong,
That you feel is not you,
Because your tethered soul knows it’s not you
Doing those odd things.
But you think it is you doing those things,
Because who else could it be?
And so I change you,
Bit by bit,
Until you finally open your eyes and realise
Who you are outside
Does not match who you are inside.
Who you are outside,
The one doing these things,
Fits in with the others,
But who you are inside
Is several years younger.
And slowly that gap widens
Until you can’t do anything about it,
Because by then
I’ve made a nice little nest in your flesh
And you don’t even remember who you are.
You can only sit there,
Trapped within your own mind,
Wondering where it all went wrong.

Look at you
Look at what you've become
You think this is happiness
Her under your thumb
Her resolve breaking down
The parts used to fix your life
Her medium of release
The blade of a knife
This is abuse
In its emotional sense
Using sadness and anger to manipulate and hence
It doesn't take much
To bring a state of vex
This relationships a cycle
Of pain and ***
*** only providing a temporay relief
Before our eyes are opened
To the strife and grief
Yet she defends you
Once said its problems at home
With each word in your defense
I think Stockholm, Stockholm
Since her resolve is crumbling
To ashes and dust
I ask myself whether its love or lust
Lust its loss
A fear of losing control
Like you did with another
Like you did as a whole
Thats why she"s your second
Thats why you're with her
A girl who never argues
Retaliates or infers
So you can remain in control
Keep her in a drone like state
Where her spirit is in your hands
Where you decide her fate
So I write this poem with the hope
That she will find
That a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind

Discombobulated
beyond a miles’ worth
of snapped and razor-weight
wires, my roots have yellowed
and have split into insanity

My mind is crippled
By conditioning

Corruptive chemicals diffuse
shattering senses, imbalancing,
Dancing in an inverse orbit
Around this crumbling mind
For nausea and disorientation

My mind is crippled yet again
By the **** conditioning