she gave me her nudes
she was bare
and naked
and so out
and open
and i willingly
accepted it
because it wasnt the nudes
that showed her body
the physical aspects
that made her beautiful
it was the words
she didnt choose
and the spontaneity
that left her
either from her lips
or her fingers
or ink

she was as bare
as her nudes
and i accepted
her for her.

I have taken a turbulent, tumble in the darkness of my mind. In here I lay naked. Shakened but unmoved. I want to grab hold of the rope but in my quest to find peace, I rest in this void. I sleep in this delusion. I delight in the waves. Here, I lose parts of me. Here, I search for solitude. Here, I see the life before me unfold; until I decide I don't want to be here anymore..

Sincerely,
a servant

i waited for you
to swallow your pride
but all you did
was choke on it

This skin..

Has hardened over the years. It went from innocence to mystery to misery.

This skin, has lived through times. This skin, has lightened, darkened, shaded and scarred overtime.

This skin, cannot be replaced; changed or reversed. I am what I've lived. I am what I've seen.

I am what I've touched, I am what I've done..

This skin, tells stories. This skin, gives vibes and history to those looking upon me.

This skin, is a road map of me. This skin, cannot be denied, transformed or unhinged.

No matter how hard I may have tried to hide. My skin will always expose me.

This skin, has and will always be writing history until the day I die. I cannot change what my skin has endured.

My name is Shiloh and I am this skin..

Sincerely,
a servant

Is it a mutual understanding
Is it logical
Is it a feeling
Is it tangible
Is it lust on steroids
Is it hype
Is it truth
Is it lies
Is it necessary
Is it healthy
Is it over-rated
Is it underestimated
Is it easy
Is it hard
Is it risky
Game of cards

Is it worthwhile
Does it hurt
Does it smile
Does it work
Is it jus a feeling.......maybe
But so is hate, lust and envy
Does it exist
Or is it a fairytale
Cuz I find it hard to believe Cupid is real
Is love some manifestation of some human imagination
Or is it a conseptualisation of some twisted interpretation
Whatever it is... It's impossible to explain
Yet people fall for it time and again
It's like a facade,
An oasis in the desert of hate
Better known as earth,
our very own planet