Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Can we have sunshine yet?
To have your face
Shine upon me
So brightly I squint.
To illuminate the colours
And hues of everything,
Everything is grey
Until you shine your light.
While I do like the darkness
And stillness of night
Like we’re all alone together,
Some lightening would be nice.
– Vagabond Prophet
Sitting here in undershirt
Lucky toque and everything,
Crepuscular rays shining darkly
For everyone not to see.
Where did inspiration go?
Did it slip out for smokes?
Please come home soon
I’m worried about you.
– Vagabond Prophet
Twisting and turning,
Sinews yearning.
For every rivulet.
Taking the hard way
Taking the easy way,
Whatever the heart desires.
Splitting stones asunder
To take its plunder.
Rich dark soil.
Fortifying Vessels
Nautical wrestles.
Carry me across the sea.
Winter might
Brutal white.
Sorting deciduous, evergreen.
Dieing yearly,
Rather queerly.
Just a little cold is all.
But evergreens don’t listen
To what the weather man has christened.
Fruitful all year long.
Hardy, immovable.
A truth that’s not removable.
That’s how I want to be.
Evergreen.
Never dead.
– Vagabond Prophet
Your lips like ripened applesSo heavy with sweetness
Waiting to fall upon me.
Engulf me with your glistening sweetness,
That’s always baptizing my senses.
Your skin like lake water
When you kick up the bottom.
Murky swirling browns.
An opaque beauty in my arms,
Every night that we’re together.
Your eyes remind me of coffee.
Brown and lovely and warm,
Spiced and roasted to electrify me.
You captivate my thoughts,
And I will serve you always.
Your hair so long,
Like a rare black gold
I find it everywhere.
Like the rest of our home
Desires you as deeply as I do.
You’re the Garden of Eden,
Just for me.
– Vagabond Prophet
Dear Joshua April 20th 2018
Woke up this morning and saw the cave in my eyes. Do you remember that cave in the forest I told you I was scared of? I just get the feeling that the blacks of my eyes in the mirror look like the entrance to that place. It’s weird I know but I get really freaked out looking into the mirror. Especially today of all days, after a night like last.
I heard Kal speak finally. His voice was surprisingly high, and it bothered me all the more. Just like how his glasses didn’t seem to fit the rest of him his voice was the same. Like he’s some sort of combination of characteristics designed to make me uneasy.
“It’s cold tonight, I’m going to come up to your bed for some warmth.” He said it so matter of factly, not threatening or with his voice raised at all. I tried to tell a guard like you’ve been suggesting all along but he just told me to get to bed, didn’t really listen at all. Then it was lights out. About thirty minutes after the lights shut off and I’d started to hear snores coming from around the cell block, I heard the creak of Kal climbing the bunk. I had my knife in hand and swung it at him. I missed but he saw the glint of the blade in the moonlight coming in through the window. He simply climbed back down and got into his bed.
Then, once he was settled he whispered loud enough only for me to hear, “I’m going to get you, you know. That broken little knife won’t keep you safe long. I’m going to gag you and do what I want, you can’t stop me and you know it. Nobody will hear your screaming.”
Joshua what can I do? The guards have already shown they don’t really care. So who is there to trust that can help me? Trevor can protect me in the day, but after lights out and we all need to be in bed? I don’t need to be indebted to him anymore than I am already anyways. It may just come to what I feared. I know I swung at him today but I think even I knew I wouldn’t really hurt him, I just was hoping it would make him think twice. Seems it’s just made him enraged. I may have to really do it, I might have to really kill him.
Please tell me you see a way out of this.
A.N. There’s not very many chapters left in this. It’s been a journey but we’re near the end. I’d love some feedback or reviews. My ask box is open in case you’d like to do it anonymous style.
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
Early October when the bomb went off,Tearing us apart.
A brother here, a sister there.
Scattered across the globe.
Like the shock had made
Roots suddenly disappear.
Wandering to find them again.
Something to anchor me to life,
And something to pretend
That none of this ever happened.
It was like walking under a tree
Green burning bright
Like a star in the night.
Until it drops its snow
Right down your back
And your spine inverts itself.
The snow no colder than
The snowball fight earlier.
But never expected.
I never expected any of this
I trusted you,
I loved you.
But after you left,
We didn’t talk for months.
You didn’t understand that.
How could you think,
Nothing would change between us?
When you tore my heart right out.
I was a child,
Not a liver,
I’m not that resilient!
Are you stupid?
Or can you just think
That wishfully?
Couldn’t you have thought wishfully,
About her too?
Build her up in your mind.
Something better than she was,
Instead of leaving me all alone with her,
The only boy around.
We were six!
Then just three,
Only boy was me.
Brothers dug for oil,
Money for their toil.
We all got new family.
Pretend it’s normal
This prefix ‘step’ for everybody.
A monosyllabic word for ignorance.
Did you have stinging nettles
In the corners of your mind,
Shrouding your secrets from yourself?
I didn’t know what a man was!
How could I instantly become?
I guess you didn’t know either.
I found a new father,
He’s never let me down.
He’s unshakable.
Yeah we talk now,
About the weather,
And the price of gas.
But it will never be the same,
I can’t think that wishfully.
I won’t struggle to get as close.
You used to hold me close,
Just to be near me,
I treasure the memory.
It was twelve years ago you left,
Twelve years with a cleft heart.
When you changed the definition of home.
I’m trying to be eloquent now,
But all I can think of,
Is just how much it hurt.
– Vagabond Prophet
If you keep words inside
You won’t explode,
You’ll just die.
Everyone will forget you,
Just occupying a grave,
Keeping it cold for the next owner.
Worse than saying too much,
Is saying too little,
If I pontificate at exhausting length
I apologize but only a little.
One day I will die
And all that will be left
Is my words,
Passed down in words.
– Vagabond Prophet
Hello what is your emergency?
Stickers we need stickers!
Is that all?
Yes sir, we’re right out.
So I ran across the building,
Borrowing from someone else.
Mam, I’ve got your stickers,
You should know people are dying.
Next time I’ll bring
Them oxygen masks,
You can find your own
Damn stickers.
– Vagabond Prophet
On my walk to work,
Rain washes yesterday away,
Wash me like a fruit
Don’t let me go astray.
Cars go speeding by
I really hope they see me,
I’m ready for the day now
And this puddle is gleamy.
If the water keeps on coming
It’ll find what’s underground,
I pray it’s strength for the day
Something I’ve not yet found.
– Vagabond Prophet
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