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 words
Pancakes
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
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
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
I go to bed with the window open so I can listen to you whisper sweet little nothing’s while I fall asleep. I’ll shiver it’s true but It’s always with delight.
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
Barbarous Threads
If I screamed at you
Saying I felt too quiet
Would you believe me?
If I whispered
“I feel too loud”
Would you think me true?
If I blunted every knife
So as to not be
Too discerning
Would you think me strange?
Your silence is too deafening
Just say something
To quiet me,
I don’t want to do all the talking.
Stay my hands,
And lace my thoughts
With your charm
I’ll endure the barbarous threads.
– Vagabond Prophet
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