I shall be longing for you, like lakes without loons, wolves without moons.

Carnival Knights (via vagabondprophet)

Miracles

On our wedding day

I’d never felt taller

Maybe I just needed

A rooftop to scream off of.

Towering over everybody

Taking you by the hand,

We left as quick as possible

Tires kicking up dirt.

You still wear that dress today

And I think that’s wonderful,

I’d say you were never prettier

But I’d be lying.

You’re most beautiful

When you scowl at the sun,

For interrupting sleep

And cutting dreams short.

I’m just glad

That when the sun does rise

That you’re there at all

I really don’t get it.

You chose this

You chose me,

My body underwhelming

At the very best.

My mind plagued

With beasts and thistles,

And my soul

Struggling to float.

I’m like the arms

In a three legged race

Flailing

Most unhelpful.

But I said

I do

And

So did you.

Miracles really do happen.

– Vagabond Prophet

Weepy Eye

vagabondprophet:

I looked in the mirror today,

Eyes of pale blue

And they were watering.

My right let out one little drop,

It slid down my cheek

And fell to the sink.

I thought “Funny,

I don’t feel sad,

Maybe it knows something I don’t”

– Vagabond Prophet

Focus

vagabondprophet:

Madness can be comfortable,

Like a sleeping bag

On a snowy day.

Just shut it out

Focus on warmth.

Sadness can be tolerable,

When everybody leaves you

And you can finally get some sleep.

Just shut it out

Focus on warmth.

Betrayal can be manageable,

If you betray yourself too,

It’s no different.

Just shut it out

Focus on warmth.

Then that all changed

I got locked up.

Psychiatry Ward.

More like circus

For people who

Just couldn’t handle any more.

Insisting on the existence

Of Neverland or something like it

And always being denied.

Every levee breaks

And every tower shakes,

Just ask the princess.

She’s in room 11B

Says her name is “Lady Hopscotch”

Her tower dropped her to the ground.

So when I got locked up,

Seeing walls of white like snow

I tore my bed apart

And crawled inside my mattress.

Just shut it out,

Focus on warmth.

– Vagabond Prophet

Weighted Blanket

vagabondprophet:

The sky is falling

Rains like a weighted blanket,

Saying to the world,

“Hush now, you’ll be more productive after you rest.”

– Vagabond Prophet

That One Co-Worker

vagabondprophet:

You’re breath smells

Like ashes and regret,

I’d like to tell you what I think

You just might get upset.

You’ve always been

A bone of contention

Calling me out on things

Of your invention.

You’re like a pencil

With erasers at both ends

You’re words don’t get far

And my faith in you suspends.

Always needing help

Yet rarely any offered,

You’re the last in and first out

So yes I am a scoffer.

– Vagabond Prophet

11:11

vagabondprophet:

Everyday at 11:11

I realize my wish came true,

Everyday at 11:11

I remember I’ve got you.

– Vagabond Prophet

-Wine

-Brownies

-Padlock

If you can guess why this was my shopping list today you can give me a prompt for a short story and I have to write it.

P.S. I am confident this won’t happen, also terrified by the ridiculous possible prompts.

I used to play video games but I got bored after a while. Why fight monsters on the screen when I’ve got monsters in my heart?

Vagabond Prophet

Empty Journals

I’m not righting

About the write things

It’ll take courage

I need to dig for.

Things inside covered

Under lock and key,

I got a glimpse last week

It nearly smothered me.

Strangled, driven to tears

By the sorrow in myself.

Key broke off in the lock

No going back now.

Maybe that’s why

I’ve many empty journals,

Pages waiting to give shape

To things I’m unwilling to admit.

Stagnant water feeds nothing

I’ll never grow like this,

I’ll age in a day

An unnaturally creased child.

So please grant me bravery

To look into the mirror

And see what’s really there

Smoke pouring from a closed off room.

– Vagabond Prophet