The worst part about losing your hair is feeling the wind blow through it and wondering if it’ll be the last time.
Vagabond Prophet
Tag: spilled prose
New Growth
Let us go away
To the gutters of decay
See what we can find
To inspire new growth.
I’ve got sadness
Let’s turn into gladness,
And maybe this doubt
Will transform into faith.
I’ve got rage
Locked inside a cage
Maybe we can change it
Into something kinder.
That’s just what you do
The impossible it’s true,
It’s how this lump of dust
Is breathing at all.
– 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
Road Workers
Hearts been pumping inkSlick and unerasable,
Things both good and bad
Boldly on the page.
Like rock formations
Road workers go around
Circumventing, rerouting
Avoiding at all costs.
Give me courage
To smooth these bumps
Fill these holes
And pave a road to you.
– Vagabond Prophet
The worst part about losing your hair is feeling the wind blow through it and wondering if it’ll be the last time.
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
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
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
Fingertips
Red frames around brown eyes
Like black coffee but sweeter.
Eyes focused pondering
How to get your heart out
Through your fingertips.
Oh sweetheart don’t forget
You have my heart too,
Maybe that ink will thin
More easily.
I’ve always been
A little more fluid in February.
– 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
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