I met someone that took my past away. He had given me a sense of home, peace & love. I valued his heart. His beautiful, works of art. In his arms I rested. I laid bare, without reservations. He took away my hidden love. Almost a decades long, of childish love. As he wiped my thoughts clean of him, I've became purely his world & he mine.

We sit amongst each other with broken promises & dreams. Hurt, blame & shame now lives in our brain. Unspoken communication now resides & in our place holds a void. If only we can break the noise long enough to hear our voice reach out to one another, in this widen field of pain. We'd be back in each other's arms, safely tucked away. Laughing & enjoying each other's company, again..

Walk in my shoes
& feel the sun beam
upon my dark skin

Feel the burdens
pile, inch by inch
depth, width, height
& mourn

Let your eyes tear up

Drip.Drip.Drip..

Let them fall
& replace your ignorance
with compassion

I am human
but you fight me
with a shield

Your eyes are the window
to your weapon

Resist the urge
to growl
grumble
&
complain

Close those barrels
in your mind
&
rest

Relax the tension
in your heart
& breathe
in a new air

Let dawn approach
as you become
a new being

Ready to take on
the ugliness
of the world..

Sincerely,
a servant

I am a butterfly
opening bitterly

to something
eerily comforting

intoxicating are you..

intrigued of your stance
& magnified is my love

I behold my fears
& place them
into your hands

taunted by your gracious
banter

my stomach summersault
twisting & turning

my spirit soars high
higher than a human
ever made me climb

my knees buckle
from the pressure
of your heart

I am heated
& drunk off this cloud

hoping to let go
but daring myself
to never climb down

to the person I once was

before you claimed me,
as your special,
treat..

Time ticked by
in your arms I laid,
with my emotions flying high
& my heart thirsty..

I am bared
for all to see
my naked
..Vulnerability..

I stared into the eyes of my past
& told it no!

You do not control me anymore..

They say as you age, time begins to tick by. Quickly, I've seen the truth of this scary yet unstoppable belief. In this moment, I have the power & ability to make the most out of my time on this Earth. I chose, to live. Shalom

Sincerely,
a servent

Let the love engulf,
wash along the shore,
drift from sea to sea,
body to body,
sprinkling down,
& showering the heart,
leaving you,
wide open,
to receive,
what people,
wish to have..

Don't,
love,
if,
you,
never,
plan,
on,

f.a.l.l.i.n.g..

I see now
why the grass isn't greener
on the other side,

I've felt the stab
of hopelessness
of finding
the
one,

I understand
the cries of
the
human
heart,

The desire to be loved,

I understand

Now that I've chosen
to make myself available,

The fishing
wishing your search
won't be long,

I understand

Now that I'm
exploring

I feel for you all..

& that is why,

I'll love
the One,

With all of me,

I'll cherish
the fact
my search
is
over,

I've lived
many decisions,

& the best one
would be
keeping my love,
Happy

I'll rejoice

For I know
what
creeps
in this
world,

Nothing but sadness
lies & interrogations,

I know
I don't have
to
explore
partner
after
partner,

To know
if I've found
the
One,

I'll know
bcuz I see
what lies
Beneath,

The world..

I fear dying,
before my potential is reached.

accepting I am human,
& accessible to sickness
& pain forces me to lean a little more to the sky above.

trying to find my voice and allow the vulnerability of my brokenness from within speak,
is an unknown breach of territory.

I am private & in this I am sensitive
to protect my inner self from feeling and being
exposed.

I hide behind a mask of uncertainty
so my sanity is protected

but I no longer can keep the
human sides of me secreted

here I stand,
unclothed & ready
to let every side of me, shine..

Sincerely,
a servant

Drowning into the shadows of the dark. As the wind blows, the leaves falls beneath my feet. I tread upon the earth, with heaviness of heart and bitterness of mind. Is this the end of me? Must I pull weights to bare the weight of this load? Burdened by the hues that flashes across my eyes. I am but a sunken human, floating ashore..

Pressure pounds upon my head, like a waterfall; brushing ever so lightly on my fingertips. In this moment, I have the reality of submerging myself in the intensity of this unknown place. Barricading my thoughts like a robber in a standoff; I ponder the actions of setting myself free..

I am ashamed
& confounded
to have loved
a child at heart
that will forever remain
a boy in mind
that will never grow
to obtain
the love of life.

The vanity that seeps within the human heart, is crushing.. It pounds it's poison upon our backs, until we give into it's call. A slave to it's intriguing, sensual lull. We find ourselves, on hands & knees, waiting for the taste of vanities, will. Shalom

Sincerely,
a servant

It wasn't enough,
she was kicked,
shackled,
broken,
and laid bare

You had nestled,
your arms around her neck,
until she could no longer breathe

Twisting her legs,
weakening her,
so she could only lie there,

As she stare into the eyes,
of her tormentor.

She sits upon her terrace,
overlooking her life,
pondering and reflecting,
accepting and mourning,
smiling and frowning,

a colour of emotions
shining upon her face
like the greatest of
the suns rays.

With her head bowed
she realizes,
sometimes when you live,
to be of old age
often you live to see death,
coldest games.

When you live to be her age,
losing a child is a reality you must face,
sometimes you may lose them all,
because you outlived the times,

now she sits and waits,
for her time to come..

I cannot hide in my fortress,
this cloak has fallen,
and in it's place,
stands my barren feelings,
here in this puddle,
is the lost of my innocence..

I am a passerby. A hello and goodbye. A "it is nice to meet you and I hope we meet again soon." I am a "I love you, I wish we could have been more."

I am a mystery. A staring of the eyes and hoping the person's yearnings were heard, seen, understood. I am what you wish to have, but will never obtain.

I am silence. I am a midnight blues and you are the sun. Wishing to cast your light on me, praying we could journey on.

I am a passerby. Watching those that walk by come and go. I am a passerby, witnessing many, wish to understand me more. I am a passersby, in love with solitude and galore..

A passerby that wants nothing more than simple conversations, intriguing looks and long gazing truths. I am a passerby, that has no time for relations, no time for more.

So please pass me by and let the memory of me, hold you close at night. I am a passerby, only meant to be spoken to for the night.. Shalom

Sincerely,
a servant

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 am but a woman,
becoming unclothed,
in front of an audience,
that easily,
dispose,
and discard,
the misunderstood..

Sincerely,
a servant

Comfort, came to her like a wave. Inhaling what it feels like to be free. Feeling the tingles increase as she falls deeper into the bedding of his promises.

Security, in sensing, he's strong enough to protect her from the storm. Awakening to every part of her, she needs tended to, in order to give her all..

Laughter, such sweet sounds, grow denser, heavier with each laugh compressed out of her stomach.

Cherished, by the arms that wraps around her before she leaves like a thief in the night.

Honesty, in the sincerity of his eyes. Emotions runs high with each trust she emblems.

Trust, oh how it's given with each action he proves to be correct to his character.

Sensitivity, he observes he needs and blesses her with, as he understands her inner parts.

Wonder, the looks she gives, every time he walks pass her. With each gift he releases unto her, she's honored to be remembered by him.

Passion, it turns into thunder, lightning slashes across the skies, unable to contain, what's shared between them.

Thoughtfulness, the richness he has for her. Keeps him reaching a high he'll never come down from. He continues to be selfless for her.

Respect, boundaries he treads lightly. Not willing to lose the levels they've climbed together.

He do these things, because he loves her. He sees she's worth the climb. Every bit of patience it takes to reach deep within her heart and get a glimpse of her soul. He keeps going, for they are one. Shalom

Sincerely,
a servant

Puff, puff,
inhale,
the need,
of their cigarette,
hands.

The incomplete feeling,
of not having,
the freedom,
each huff,
gives.

The tips,
of their fingers,
itches,
just for one,
hit.

Breathe,
the smoke,
into their,
lungs.

Kiss,
the filter,
as if it's a lovers,
tongue,
tracing,
each line on their lips,
savoring its taste.

Lifting their heads,
slightly high,
as they blow,
the waves,
to the sky.

Thinking deeply,
and releasing,
stressing less,
the craving,
of their addiction,
under control.

The tingles,
within their nerves,
cools,
settles,
hinged.

Until the beacon,
of its poison,
calls again.

Sincerely,
a servant

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