Original Poetry about anything and everything.
How can I be happy
With the world at large?
I know better,
I’ve seen the box
This puzzle came with,
Have you?
Pieces scattered everywhere,
People mistaking blue backing
For sky.
Newspapers for clouds,
Writing on the wall
For anything but
Writing on the wall.
– Vagabond Prophet
Person 1: “Why are you always hugging me?”
Person 2:” A teacher once told me that you can’t weld anything together except metal. I just really want to prove them wrong.”
– Vagabond Prophet
When I was just a lad
I used to sleep outside.
I’d shut the door on my bedroom
Walk out to the backyard.
Sleep there all night long,
All year long,
After dad left
It was the only way I knew
To be closer
To that different better father.
Rain or shine
You still called me “mine.”
– 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
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
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
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
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 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
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