shukorina
Eritrean
"I have wings flattened down and hid under my veil: / They are subtle as light--you can never undo them, / And swift in their flight--you can never pursue them, / And spite of all clasping, and spite of all bands, / I can slip like a shadow, a dream, from your hands." / -Alice Cary
The word potential is one of self sabotage.
It is dedicated to those unable to put their dreams to work.
Potential is a word given to the indicated who are poised to have talent but no drive, ambition but no discipline.
Potential is given to the abundant group of people who are able to breathe but never live life.
Potential.
A word made to create your grave before you've died.
I haven't figured out how to stay away from the trap.
However, a promise to myself is that I will do more then breathe.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
In the pit of every person, there is a child.
Each child is different.
Some beg to be loved, some beg to alone, some so timid they know not of speaking, let alone the art of begging.
It is undeniable however, that we each have one that lives in us forever.
A child that we groom, prime or contort depending on our conviction, so that we become unrecognizable as we grow into adulthood.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 5:46 PM UTC
Instability is exciting.
The constant search for solid ground incites all forms of emotion,
so one is never bored.
There is this everlasting feeling of being in a state of free falling.
It starts by randomly scraping against walls,
then moves to finding moments of light filled clarity,
to scrambling to find a truth to clutch onto in a darkness that may feel endless.
Through out instability, whether it is exciting or terrifying,
the growth you feel and attain becomes insatiable.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
The pendant around my neck could not possibly be more ironic.
Given as a token of love
but holds peter pan and his fear of commitment and responsibility.
I have reached the most odd of cross roads.
Deciding if I am with you because I love you
or because I am scared no one else will ever love me like you do.
I have created quite the dilemma here, you have become my best friend.
And yet I know making you only my best friend would make me lose you altogether.
Peter Pan was never just a children’s tale, It was a tragedy.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
Is it wrong that you aren't the one who belongs to me?
To be fully aware of that,
yet still be dying to taste the sweetness left on your breath from the liquor and cigarettes.
Is it terrible to envision myself gliding over your tattoos and clinging on to your hair.
I can see it.
Jumping off of responsibility.
Actually walking off, each button on your shirt being another step towards the edge.
I stop innocently flirting.
I start wanting,
dangerously craving,
desperately feenin',
until I wake up next to Sailor Jerry in the morning,
I look around for my friends and find myself alone,
the only other people in the room are remorse and shame.
With a pathetic look and a layer of filth they keep trying to scrape off with warm water,
its terrifying how much they looks like me.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
Such a sly one he is.
Makes a five second kiss linger for hours.
Before actual contact,
a touch can feel sensational.
Sliding hands in places they definitely shouldn't go,
and not being stopped by hands that should definitely try.
Its hard to stop something you shouldn't have, but want so bad.
With a smile that inches up the side of his face,
a smug expression that I was annoyed to have liked.
It almost makes it worse when he falls into your lap.
Then again,
He seems to fall into everyone’s lap.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 12:45 AM UTC
I look out side my window and see it.
This outrageous rose brush .
It wasn't the best roses I had ever seen, but its colors were ...
vibrant?
No.
Passionate .
I stepped outside with out shoes.
I liked the feeling of wet grass,
the smell of the air.
Everything seemed so fresh.
I began to worry the closer I came.
The rose bush suddenly began to rot.
Sympathy rolled over me, so I reached out to touch it.
That mistake wrapped around my arm,
made its way around my body,
and then covered my mouth.
The thorn covered branches made cuts and gashes all along my skin.
As I bled,
the reds became more violent,
yet the whites seemed more pure.
As the colors began to steal feelings,
I crumbled.
With out even trying the roses swallowed me whole.
With out any resistance,
I let it over power me.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 3:11 PM UTC
I hate this pounding thought in my mind.
Needing clarity, but held down by the vines in the fog covered forest.
Always thought you wouldn't leave me to wayside and yet...
Departed, you left me to rot in this trap.
Enabling you forward, I don't even fight back.
Quite overwhelms me, and my body begins to ache.
Underneath the silence, my chest finally breaks .
All alone, no one can see the lonely soul.
Crawling out of the body, in hopes to find her beloved.
You.
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 12:19 AM UTC
I Hate Leeches.
They are just a little too sneaky for my blood.
I never notice them till i feel that raw irritation on my body,
that sudden sense of loss I never can seem to get rid of.
I try and look for before that sensation happens,
but they wear these little disguises called friendships.
I Hate Leeches.
they creep on my arteries so easily,
I rip them out,
but their sharp little suckers tear my skin.
No matter what,
leeches always have me bleed out.
Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 1:25 PM UTC
Darling talk maybe cheap,
but I pay a pretty penny for those thoughts of yours.
I lose my own self
in order to gain parts of you.
Offering dreams and futures that coincide,
turning them into what you want them, or me
to be.
I ask for only love as compensation.
A small price for such big ideas.
Some would call it a steal for what I’m willing to give.
If I were you, I would take this bargain while she’s hot.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 2:25 PM UTC