Tag: creative writing

Prompt Day 1

Ahh yes it’s not exactly amazing

But it helps sometimes.

I’ll tell you my secret

How I am as firm and solid as I seem.

Take my hand I’ll guide you past

The smoke and the mirrors,

To this locked wooden box

With a small jar inside.

It’s my weatherproofing

I spread it on every morning

Head to toe

Ankle to earlobe spread evenly.

Endurance of any trial a piece of cake,

Winter? Easy

Sadness? Doable.

Loss of job? No problem.

A crippling fear that every damn thing I’ll ever try in my whole damn life will never amount to anything and by the end of it just be a younger looking version of my dad? I can deal with that too.

I don’t usually part with such a secret,

But since you’re asking

That’s my secret power.

– Vagabond Prophet

Drove across the line for fuel
Saving thirty cents per litre,
If I save it long enough
I might go to the theatre.

It’s getting harder and harder
To get earth to donate blood
Soon I’ll need a boat
To sail upon a flood.

Vagabond Prophet

Wood and nails
Hammer made rails
Climb just to climb.

Ascending so high
So far with each try,
And so far to fall.

Build kingdoms just to watch them fall
Have children and then see them crawl
Experience the best teacher.

So this castle though broken
Is of learning a grand token.
Go on and do great things, whoever you are.

– Vagabond Prophet

I don’t speak toddler fluently but I’ll try my best to translate.

Beauty is mine to hold
Embodied in my hair of gold,
My daddy tells me so
As he watches my dances.

I spin and spin
To my favourite songs,
Spin so fast as to
Alter the course of the earth
From around the sun
To around the Son.

Who else could make a beauty such as mine?
Who else could make a grin with such shine?
I know this for certain
For my daddy told me so.

– Vagabond Prophet

Blink

Clad in not but sand

You make clear your demand

Everything eventually runs out of blood.

The blood that launched a thousand ships

Powered by your blood,

Ironic,

Catatonic.

Blink once if you’re alive,

No I said blink not start a hurricane!

Blink twice if you can hear me,

Ugh you and your volcanic outbursts.

You mother estranged from child

You hostess with most unruly guests,

We learn but oh so slowly.

– Vagabond Prophet

Medicine

Some poisons are sweet to taste

But destined to invade,

Some medicines are bitter to the tongue

Though whole again you’ll be made.

Though it’s true not all invasions are evil

And medicine is not food

It’s going to take all your fight

To combat this blight.

Ooh to sort one’s thoughts out

Question each and every one,

It’s grueling and exhausting

If you give up I don’t blame you.

It’s less like finding a needle in a haystack,

More like finding the needle in a stack of needles,

The one with ill intent.

Do you know where to start?

First avoid any natural tendency

And see if your feet find better ground,

Then walk into the light

No matter how much it hurts.

– Vagabond Prophet