Marie Judith

Marie Judith

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I want to be the sort of scripture that you are not afraid to call Good News. I’d like to be the verses that sink through your blood stream and anchor themselves to your pulses when you are unsure of this world.  I don’t want you to worship the frayed binding of my spine, but I want to be the reason you believe in something bigger than the parables etched in my skin like hymns. #poetry #thenotionoflove

I want to be the sort of scripture that you are not afraid to call Good News. I’d like to be the verses that sink through your blood stream and anchor themselves to your pulses when you are unsure of this world. I don’t want you to worship the frayed binding of my spine, but I want to be the reason you believe in something bigger than the parables etched in my skin like hymns. #poetry #thenotionoflove

He is a black hole consuming me under the moonlit wakefulness of dreams, touching and colliding on hungry, breathless little kisses, filling the sky with all the love I carry, until I am nothing bu…

He is a black hole consuming me under the moonlit wakefulness of dreams, touching and colliding on hungry, breathless little kisses, filling the sky with all the love I carry, until I am nothing bu…

The man who pumped my gas today sang softly to  himself in Hindi. I think he was singing to the ache  in the place where winds used to blow, east past the  highway that cuts his small town in two.  I know how it feels, how distance cleaves the syllables of home in half, the way my  tail lights must look like the setting sun, falling asleep over the wrong ocean. #poetry #thenotionoflove

The man who pumped my gas today sang softly to himself in Hindi. I think he was singing to the ache in the place where winds used to blow, east past the highway that cuts his small town in two. I know how it feels, how distance cleaves the syllables of home in half, the way my tail lights must look like the setting sun, falling asleep over the wrong ocean. #poetry #thenotionoflove

I may write about you, but this is for me. #poetry #thenotionoflove

I may write about you, but this is for me. #poetry #thenotionoflove

I want to be the beautiful tragedy of slipping through someone’s fingers, of prayers for peace misheard as pieces, of that very last night. I want to be worth holding on to and hiding from the sun.…

I want to be the beautiful tragedy of slipping through someone’s fingers, of prayers for peace misheard as pieces, of that very last night. I want to be worth holding on to and hiding from the sun.…

He knows that once he presses his tongue to the seam of my lips, my resistance will crumble. My hands will do his bidding. They will fall down the arch of his back as my head spins., all thoughts s…

He knows that once he presses his tongue to the seam of my lips, my resistance will crumble. My hands will do his bidding. They will fall down the arch of his back as my head spins., all thoughts s…

He knows that once he presses his tongue to the seam of my lips, my resistance will crumble. My hands will do his bidding. They will fall down the arch of his back as my head spins., all thoughts s…

He knows that once he presses his tongue to the seam of my lips, my resistance will crumble. My hands will do his bidding. They will fall down the arch of his back as my head spins., all thoughts s…

My first time doing #spokenword :) The one with bad timing, the unavailable one, the inaccessible one, the one with baggage, the one who is all wrong for them. The one they think they see everywher…

My first time doing #spokenword :) The one with bad timing, the unavailable one, the inaccessible one, the one with baggage, the one who is all wrong for them. The one they think they see everywher…

He is not home. He is a five star luxury hotel with a host of amenities and beautiful views. He is a comfortable place to rest my head, a lovely respite from routine. He is the illusion of forgetti…

He is not home. He is a five star luxury hotel with a host of amenities and beautiful views. He is a comfortable place to rest my head, a lovely respite from routine. He is the illusion of forgetti…

I love you, not in the enough-to-let-you-go sort of way, but in the sink-myself-into-your-skin kind of ache. I love you, with the do-anything-to-make-him-smile attitude, and with the hold-him-close…

I love you, not in the enough-to-let-you-go sort of way, but in the sink-myself-into-your-skin kind of ache. I love you, with the do-anything-to-make-him-smile attitude, and with the hold-him-close…

Love isn’t measured like flour, by cup. I love you. Let that be enough. *For @amaramalikpoetry’s #14wordsoflove

Love isn’t measured like flour, by cup. I love you. Let that be enough. *For @amaramalikpoetry’s #14wordsoflove

The only ones awake at 3am are the lonely and the loved. Agree or disagree? Which one are you?

The only ones awake at 3am are the lonely and the loved. Agree or disagree? Which one are you?

I call myself a people person, but if I’m being honest, I think it’s just out of necessity because I’m good with people. Is this normal for my age? To prefer the company of my books and my cats and…

I call myself a people person, but if I’m being honest, I think it’s just out of necessity because I’m good with people. Is this normal for my age? To prefer the company of my books and my cats and…

You have twisted yourself around me, entangled in fingers, in words, in limbs, in sheets. We don't have the greatest luck on our side, but I promise, I will keep loving you like this. Wear my words, like a vow like a promise on your skin, I will keep loving you like this. #poetry #loveandotherdemons

You have twisted yourself around me, entangled in fingers, in words, in limbs, in sheets. We don't have the greatest luck on our side, but I promise, I will keep loving you like this. Wear my words, like a vow like a promise on your skin, I will keep loving you like this. #poetry #loveandotherdemons

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