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Gravity

vagabondprophet:

Gravity reversed

Taking everything

Away from me.

Reality accursed

Spinning shadows

In the daylight.

Day dreams perverse

Twisting innocence

Into cruelty.

I don’t want to know

What I’d be like

If you withdrew fully.

I already look in the mirror

And think there’s too much me,

Like gravity’s reversed

Taking everything away from me.

– Vagabond Prophet

Gravity

Gravity reversed

Taking everything

Away from me.

Reality accursed

Spinning shadows

In the daylight.

Day dreams perverse

Twisting innocence

Into cruelty.

I don’t want to know

What I’d be like

If you withdrew fully.

I already look in the mirror

And think there’s too much me,

Like gravity’s reversed

Taking everything away from me.

– Vagabond Prophet

Definition


What is a writer?

A thoughtsmith

Shaping words

With heat and strength

Into something you can wield.

Sometimes a sword

Sometimes a candlestick.

A poet much the same

But more nonsensical,

Like a soldier

Who dances into battle.

No less effective

Just different.

If you do it well enough

It can be understood

In every language

Like “Coffee” or “Mama”,

And maybe just maybe

Make people wonder

If we’re made for something different.

– Vagabond Prophet

Museum

Sitting in a circle

Common problems,

Same jacket even some of us.

Outrageous, magic even

That people so wonderfully flawed

Can mend it together.

As if piling sins up high

A great big writhing stack

And laughing around it helped.

We were reminiscing

On sorrows of the past,

Maybe it’s true.

Maybe they can be in the past

I always wanted brothers like this,

The kind that listen and love.

To put on display

The skeletons in the closet

Like a museum of remorse.

And they still just listen,

And when it’s over say

“I’m glad you’re here.”

– Vagabond Prophet