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Shukorina Nov 2012
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.
Not my best written piece, but probably my most blunt.
Shukorina Apr 2012
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.
Shukorina Mar 2012
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.
Shukorina Mar 2012
Rocked by thunder.
A light that nearly blinded me,
over much to quickly.
Just a flash that passed me,
During a night that we only refer to as a blur.
Early in the morning I slip from the clouds of the storm,  
making the small leap home.
Where I bath in my bittersweet guilty pleasure.
So aware of the rain and mud that won’t clean off,
chuckling to myself,
“it shouldn’t have been that much fun.”
Sobriety and insanity had a wonderful balance that night.
As we stole stars from the sky,
ran from the upset nature,
while playing in the sky’s tears over her lost friends.
There was splendor in all her rage.
There was a beauty in her pain.
Shukorina Feb 2012
So today, as I was a walking down memory lane
I reached for dreams on tops of trees,
picked memories from shrubbery frames.
I searched for who I might be,
but was shocked and perplexed,
that mysterious part of me,
had not been planted just yet...
Shukorina Feb 2012
The fabric soft against my skin.
I slip into it,
ravishing the feeling of this moment.
Wondering how many more tomorrows will feel this way.
Until I realize its soiled,
these disgusting stains that have made me collateral damage.
Its so grimy!
So foul!
How revolting!
How I hate my self for hating you...
                                                          ­                                                                 ­                           Its like I can't escape him.
His stench of betrayal follows me  every where!
I can’t clean it off!
The pride that once held this ivory shade,
is now smeared and torn with images of you.
                                                            ­                                                                 ­              Fine then, be with her.
Pearl buttons and lace ties hang by mere threads
where beautiful memories once stitched them together.
You've left me tarnished and tainted.
                                                        ­                                                              Wh­at did i see in you.
It’s like the world can see this new shade.
A stench that seeps from the stains!
Creating this barricade from who I want to be!
Who I want to show to him.
I hide my now homely love,
stuck in box,
beneath my bed,
unable to rid my self of your Pandora's box,
in ambition to make sure,
no one will ever see this ***** laundry.
Think of the side italics as thoughts...
Also,
it's not about what you might think it's about.
;)
Shukorina Feb 2012
The Star scuttles across the skies
finding and changing orbits.
Escaping into the twilight,
when stuck in one satellite for to long.
It thrives on the eyes that look upon it.

Always hiding its scorching heat behind it’s glittering glow.
Many try to catch it,falling towards the night .
Those who do, find heartbreak in their palms.
It’s still not understood, why they could not stop gazing.
It was a look that seemed clasped upon a blinding spectacle.
                                                                    
Tricked by this delightful burning.
They can’t clean off this permanent ash,
completely soiled by the shooting Star.
Forever scared and left lonely by a false light,
that lead them to dusk.
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