The best part of sleeping is that you don’t have to be awake.
This girl I know, she’s pretty special.
Original Poetry about anything and everything.
The best part of sleeping is that you don’t have to be awake.
This girl I know, she’s pretty special.
IF YOU’RE READING THIS AND SHOUTING IN THE PRIVACY OF YOUR OWN MIND YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT THE MOST DIRE NEEDS, THE DEEPEST URGENCIES, ARE whispered.
I thought witches were all bad,
Until you cast your spell on me.
Is everybody this skilled at things they hate?
Health records department
Endless rows and files.
Details of endangerment,
Scrolls of sickness.
Containers full of cancer cases.
What a strange magic we employ
Turning diseases into paper,
With this alchemy of tragedy.
– Vagabond Prophet
In the echo of your urgency
I discovered an emergency.
Your voice delicate and beautiful,
Like a spiderweb laden with dew.I hear the panic in your voice
When you can’t make a choice,
I reminded you if you’re over your head
That’s how you know it’s the truth.
Maybe I don’t write happy things because those are the things I want to keep inside.
Accents are hard
The R’s never end
And the understanding
Never begins.
So thick as to be spread
On the barrier between,
More mortar for the wall.
But when she spoke to me
In an uncommon tongue,
In the dialect of my soul
It was all over for me.
You were destined to invade
To lay claim to my heart
Shocking me into perfect communion
With wonder dripping from your lips.
– Vagabond Prophet
Would a tired panda look any different? Or would it just look the same, kind of like how that wishbone of yours looks just like a backbone.
There’s no room for a double view when my mind is no concern to you.
Carnival Knights