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
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
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
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
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
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
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