At break of day
I was already at work
And you peaked over the hills
Just to scald my gaze.
Sunrises are just like that,
Heavy and furious peaches,
Sunsets more like strawberries settling
On to the pancake of my dreams.
– Vagabond Prophet
Tag: creative writing
Ruthless
Nothing as sharp
As a well timed word
Aimed at the spirit.
We’re almost there
Now tear the wound open wider,
Don’t forget to be ruthless.
I’ve got the salt ready
To slowly knead
Throughout your pain.
Tear it open
Let it all come pouring out,
Everything that’s you.
Leave it on the page,
Then and only then
Will you get some rest.
– Vagabond Prophet
Ladder
I’ve taken many steps
Most of them in circles.
If I could pluck
Them from the ground,
String them up
In a great big line
Would it reach you?
– Vagabond Prophet
Invisible
I think I need to be invisible
So I can watch you all day.
See what you’re like
When you don’t know I’m there.
See your hips slide past
The waistband of my pyjamas.
See your smile at first light,
Hear your joy at the first sound of music.
The brown of your skin
Brushing against sheets,
The smell of dreams
Still on your breath.
It was always you I loved
Just you alone,
Why can’t I be invisible
To see what I love?
– Vagabond Prophet
Snow Trucks
Salt trucks driving all around
Spraying just about everywhere,
If you’re from a warm place
You might not understand.
Here salt preserves
Even lives sometimes.
– Vagabond Prophet
Neon
Do you want to travel?
We can grab the moon
As it spins by tonight.
We’ll see every city light
Until our dreams are flooded
With all that neon light.
– 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
Cheese
If even milk can die
And turn into something great
What does that say of me?
In my current state.
If fruit can perish
Turning into wine
Give strength to my gut,
But not straight off the vine.
Okay you’ve made it clear
I’ll undergo the transformation,
I’ll die and die again
Is this truly salvation?
– Vagabond Prophet
Vacancy
If sorrow plucks and pulls,
And microphones only diminish
The desperation in your voice.
If the hair on your soul
Has gone grey with worry,
Don’t lose heart.
It’s true all that’s inside
Will be coming out,
But you get to choose
What happens with the vacant space.
– Vagabond Prophet
Heart on My Sleeve?
I wanted to put my heart
On the cuff of my sleeve,
But there wasn’t one.
I’ve no shirt today,
No sleeves to be found
How will you read me plain?
Here take my heart
I’ll let you keep it
Please hold it true.
Cherish it with joy
Keep it safe,
Put it in your pocket.
And if you say
“I’ve no pocket,
Or even pants to speak of.”
Then hold it in your mind,
As naked both of us,
Are already one.
– Vagabond Prophet
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