Bags under my eyes
Hammocks in disguise
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Isn’t romance just adventure with the closest of friends?
Treasure
I’ve got many questions
Do you see them
Floating upwards?
Does doubt die upon meeting you?
So you send it back
To me unanswered.
We’ll meet one day
And you’ll have
All the questions,
I’ll stutter out an answer.
You’ll peel back all my scales
In blinding agony
And reveal the treasure
You placed there long ago.
– Vagabond Prophet
Enoch
Empower, coarse through me
So that I’m mostly you.
So I can be as Enoch
Until one day
You elongate my legs
So I can finally
Look you in the eye
If I dare.
– Vagabond Prophet

Grass only half
Covered in frost
Incomplete transformation .
Come back soon
Finish what you’ve started.
– Vagabond Prophet
Bumpy ride stops
At a ‘T’ intersection
Or is it an ‘l’ with a dorsal fin?
Perspective is everything.
Vagabond Prophet
Last Line Tag
athoughtadaytakesyourbreathaway:
I was tagged by the lovely @el-norawrites. Thank you so much! 🙂
Rules: Type the last sentence you wrote in your story/piece of writing and then tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.
“All she needed was the warmth of a hug and the sweetness of a kiss.”
I tag:
@alittle-writer, @enasroterfaden, @fluffpiggy, @solilouqy, @neonwillowtree, @wchwriter, @lilymaidofgallifrey, @theaspenreader, @artattemptswriting, @rat-librarian 🙂 I’m breaking the rule, too xD
Thanks for the tag lovely ❤
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“Please don’t die on me.” Adam whispered as his fingers dug into his ribs. Max stilled, unsure of how to respond to a promise he knew he’d never be able to keep.
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Tagging 32 people feels insane long but I’ll try! @writeontheedge @celiaelliot @dragonscanbeplantstoo @lazy-author @aj-the-satyr @briannadeberry @indecisive-hummingbird @byjillianmaria @i-am-your-northern-star @fell-from-sky @firewritten @merigreenleaf @brimorganbooks @thewriterkatie @starlitesymphony @cog-writes @dabiyyahwrites @autiemouse-study-and-write @allisonwyeth @rusty-sky-cat @scripturient-manipulator @temporarysentences @lilamina @ripleybeatsthor @stephaniewrites @bwauthors @madeleine-bo @teacups-and-tealeaves @jmlascar @scrapsofmywriting @kclenhartnovels @morrigans-ink-0124
Last line tag!
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“So Baruch was left negotiating with a Crone who rather see him dead and with his head on a spike.”
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Not the very last line I wrote, but the very last line was a note to myself, so…
Tagging: (oh, dear. 21 people. I’ll try) @ialwaysquitelikedyou @aliceswritingtips @aspiringwriter22 @ashlynicolemarie @she-who-fights-and-writes @stephaniewrites @scrapsofmywriting @homesteadhorner @livingbreathingbleedingwords @brynwrites @barthosprompts @necwrites @h-brook-writes
13 people. Can’t think of anymore. Sorry!
I’m honored by the tag (!! eek!!!), even though the last line I wrote isn’t my greatest;
“My heart twists. Why do I want to stay so much?”
As for who to tag (sorry if you’ve already been tagged!), @opwriting @egirlunicornrocksall @athoughtadaytakesyourbreathaway @somehowletters @write–blr @evergreenwords @acrosstheskysky @etherayy @leemartenspoetry @sapphicauthor @crucioandcoffee
“And in one swift, defeated motion, she took a step towards the door, shutting it behind her as she entered the room for the night.”
Boy am I a fan of long sentences (yikes)
((sorry if I tag anyone who has already been tagged–go ahead and do it twice!))
@jswets @catseyesbutterflies @lovelydisarray @bunnywritesanovel @vagabondprophet @youreyesheldtheworld @thru-rosecolored-glasses @wantondestructionandsuch @writing-whims @vasilinaorlova @dorianlivinginhishead @theoutcastsays @I-am-poetrying @word-whisperer @sanderelizabeth @threesixxtyfive @adudewritingpoetry @hayleythrossellpoetry @mysticrosepoetry @alsnotebook @musicalmindedpoet @dbaydenny @ejnewman @xpresshiit @allscrawlwrites
Sincerely, your father.
Haggis
Resentments sitting content
Happy in my blindspot
Loading up on buckshot.
Dropping their illusions
Descending around
This fragile ground.
Saying brutal things
With crepuscular scent
That make me lament.
“Did you gargle with haggis?
You smell like entrails and fear
And your end is near.”
Can you give me words
To silence these birds of prey
And render them but clay?
– Vagabond Prophet
Socks getting holes
After just three uses.
Are my travels that despicable
That even my clothing refuses to go back?
Backtalk
The city puts
White stuff on the road
To protect against
The white stuff in the sky.
How foolish,
Haven’t we yet learned
Not to talk back
To our mother.
– Vagabond Prophet