Everything is being made new.
I walk these paths and feel the churning of the earth beneath my feet.
The plants that have laid dormant spread their roots and break free.
Spring has come.
What has died is born again.
Can’t you feel them stirring?
Rise up my wild girl, throw back the shroud of winter, and feel the sun warm your face once again.
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Morning Offerings
Quietly spoken words.
Soft gentle caresses.
Hands on my hips.
Mornings full of you.
Whispers in my ear. Whispers against my lips.
Tell me how you feel when you see my face.
Tell my how you feel when you hold me close.
Calm my soul and soothe my spirit.
Tell me that you need me.
Show me that you love me.
NPM 21: For Kelly, Because Reasons
People always underestimate water.
But water is ever changing.
It can be the soft drip of a faucet leaking or the sheer force of a tsunami, quick, destructive and unexpected.
You are water.
You let them treat you like a puddle when you’re the whole damn ocean.
Who are they, but stumbling blocks, damming the river.
But a river always gets its way.
You are water.
Green eyes and golden hair. Laughing like a siren.
Sing your song and let them fall at your feet.
NPM 20: Love Poem 6
What was it?
What was the breaking point?
What was it that made your love turn to hate?
I gave you everything.
Now everything that made me me, is tainted by you.
You were supposed to be different.
I thought you were.
What is it about me that makes me so difficult to love?
Maybe it was never love.
Infatuation.
Obsession.
Because love can’t be that fickle?
Love can’t give up the moment things get hard. The moment you realize that people have faults.
We are only human.
I thought love was supposed to endure.
But I am not loveable. And lust only lasts so long.
NPM 19: Jumper
There was a suicide.
The trains stop running.
People crowd the platform.
A body crushed under the wheels of a speeding train.
You are selfish.
You are sad.
You are remembered as an inconvenience.
What did you want?
There’s always one this time of year, she says adjusting her sunglasses.
And it’s always during rush hour.
Impact. Significance. That’s what you wanted.
And I’m sorry this is how you had to get it.
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