Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Let’s get burned
Let’s get frozen
Let’s be rabbit trails
Long grown over.Transformed into fire by
The licking of the flame,
Isolated into ice
By frost that aims to mame.Roots pierce through
This stony heart
All to begin anew.Allow the elements not to defeat you
But to become you for a purpose
That was always above us all.
Vagabond Prophet
What goes up must come down,
Are we so sure?
The world has never been that balanced
Always heavy at the blade.It’s true that for every child
Born with a silver spoon
There is a child born
With silver handcuffs,
But not all things come down.Such as my hopes
Of growing old with you
They are way up high
And won’t be coming down soon.
It’s a new week
And I woke up early
Steel these hands to care
And feet to fly swiftly,
Move this Monday torpor
Into loving action
And this yawn
Into the dawn
Of words that change the world.
Vagabond Prophet
The night as brightly coloured as the day
But we’ve no eyes to see
Bringing light instead of learning
To speak darks language.
Do you remember the night sky conservatory?
The time we picked the lock at the gate
Snuck in after dark?
So innocent we felt like criminals.
Little did we know we were stealing
Each other’s hearts.
Do you remember the blanket I spread out
Beneath the stars that slowly revealed themselves
One constellation at a time?
Learning that darkness and light
Can really coexist quite beautifully,
Each gaining significance from the other.
Do you remember the bats
Scattering their silhouettes
Across our unhindered gaze?
Do you remember the creature
Moving not far away?
Do you wonder as I do,
If it was our budding affection manifest
To warn us we were falling?
Do you remember when you said,
“That was my first kiss”
And your very words
Altered my body chemistry?
Do you remember from all the years gone by
Amidst the tangled breaths and foggy windows,
All the vapours of pleasure
Turning into solid child?
How could I not believe in magic
When what I’ve known with you
Is the opposite of tragic?
– Vagabond Prophet
Grant me reprieve
From this man I’ve achieved.
With efforts undone
By your deeds that have won
Me over to you.
You’ve won me over to you
And you’re winning me still.
Driving the nail through the board
To bridge the gap, build a fjord
Marrying you and me
Against calamity.
Rings around fingers
Fingers intertwined
Spun round a heart
Loving you you will find.
Vagabond Prophet
Thanks @josy57 for the prompt “driving the nail.”
To be this exhausted
With crows feet and bags under eyes,
Is to have miners on my face
Digging for gold but
Finding nothing of value.
Only an ever deepening
Trench upon my brow.
Vagabond Prophet
Though your words are lovely
Your voice is more so,
Written on the air
With most elegant of quills.
I’m afraid of what I’d do
Given time away from you,
How quickly my good nature
Dissolves in isolation
And I see, it was never really me.
Vagabond Prophet
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