Prodigo : Writing

Look them in the eye

Look them in the eye

A Poem by Prodigo


My questions have been answered I stand in line To be among my men To confess to no crime I was the beginning And will forever be the end Look t..
Starving little birdies

Starving little birdies

A Poem by Prodigo


Starving little birdies, pluck out your eyes so you may cry. Restless little birdies, clip your wings so you may fly Chirping little bir..
End all

End all

A Poem by Prodigo


Shacklesfor free men With these we will crawl There is no end No end at all
The Oddest of Lives

The Oddest of Lives

A Story by Prodigo


A very odd life he lived. Never his fortune did it lead him to a street that couldn’t kill him, a simple passerby with a cup in hand. He jiggled..
The Machine, not a man

The Machine, not a man

A Poem by Prodigo


He invented the machine, A machine with knobs and made of steel With it, he would let in the fiends The world would never know it was real So he t..
The world as we never knew it

The world as we never knew it

A Story by Prodigo


Woke up to a brand new day, and it’s snowing. The sun is shining, and there is a tornado headed this way. Cars are flying, so birds walk everywh..
Bridges in my head

Bridges in my head

A Story by Prodigo


I’ve built the Bridge to Admiration. It is crossable? No. This bridge was built to a place no one can go but me. I can see it all the time. It&r..
Eyes of Static

Eyes of Static

A Poem by Prodigo


Creepiest piece I've ever written I think
The mountain and the man

The mountain and the man

A Poem by Prodigo


The mountain and the man Bitter and stone The single moment that you are alone Foraging the land Drops of heaven Stick to your hands This climb ..
I am the key, and you are the door

I am the key, and you are the door

A Poem by Prodigo


I am the key and you are the door You are the carpet and I am the floor To see, to touch, to smell or to taste I am the head and you are the face ..

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