#Savage Words

[lipikkawrites]

A lot will go wrong before everything goes right.

Keep moving forward.

-@lipikkawrites

[minimalist-quotes]

A lot will go wrong before everything goes right. Keep moving forward

-@lipikkawrites

[zenlesszonezero]

Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

[env0writes]

Spilled Inktober (Drawtober ) Vol. 2, 10.1.24 “Self Consuming Cycles”

Things come in cycles Physique isn’t unique As I laze and I graze Beneath the seasonal leaves Youth departs me, discarded as well Fall, after summer With full perennial bloom Freed from school halls and yards For brief respite I will admit I miss those sixty-sum days Knowledge used Leaves the rest abused, abandoned, neural nets Of thoughts, best off forgets Opportunities solicitations Are brief lovers First kiss visitations Come knocking Rocking my world with adumbrate pandorum Faith rekindled in scared Sorted and sifted Ignoring any doorstoop signage I was not ready then With little reason to believe A second coming, coming Of work, of love, of you Yet winds return The tides, the crops The spring to winter, temperature drops Skills that once elude, illume And onward so, life, resumes And propagate my garden-guarded mind The rising sun will always set Grief too, will forget A healing hand will break So others yet may mend The wheel spins on and on and on Do I approach or do I depart Around life goes As I die, I live yet still My stillness stirs Chance may come again, with effort made And so sad Sisyphus is not quite so alone Prometheus plucked and Helios’ racing sun Things must come in cycles Each day anew; our chance To gain what once was lost once more in past

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[warpnweft]

making love in the loserverse

dizzy shift a wave tower dragging under splinters screaming broken before broken again

in another universe on a different sea we sail on calm waters but in this one is a hurricane

[shelbyatwar]

Dear me,why do you fear the pebbles in your path when you have already moved mountains and paved the way?

-yash

[just-4-thought]

Settle

Settle in

Lay down your bags

Remove your shoes

Release the weight

In your arms

In your legs

Slow your breathing

Pause.

No more running

Or planning what's next

The sun is reaching through the branches

It's a soft, warm glow this morning

The coffee still steams a little

And each breath is fresh and full

Your muscles

Your joints

Are begging you let them fall

Just be

Curl up in the blankets

And stay

Stay

For a little while

In this place

With me

[heartweary-writing]

And I don’t know how to do it-

I either give too much

Or not enough.

I’m either a flowing River

Or a rigid wall.

My heart can’t match its beat

To another, and it refuses to belong

To anything

but me.

It hurts…it hurts but

Even alone,

I am complete.

Like a mountain, I stand…

The clouds hiding its peak.

J. K. L

[bottledandspilt]

sorry

My words might be beautiful, but they are empty

Devoid of soul, devoid of feelings, a low hanging fantasy

I use it as traps, trying to catch strangers' hearts

Trying to cram those pieces into my chest, hoping mine would start

My hands are so red, I have crossed too many lines

Does my guilt absolves me? Do I still have the right to call this pain mine?

As my self-made ghosts roam around this false cemetery,

As my body sinks with the weight of the burden I chose to carry,

Can I still forgive myself before this imaginary coffin turns real?

For all the wounds I've inflicted, for all the wounds I never learned to heal.

[memoirofme]

I hope I never hear a bird’s song and get annoyed by it,

No matter how early the morning, nor the lack of coffee I’ve had.

May I never forget how beautiful this world can be,

And my problems never weigh me down too far from happiness

That can be found in a lovely bird’s song.

S.a

[the-bonereaders-library]

excited to start a deadlands weird West campaign later today that I will be DMing. if any of my players see this post, spoilers for a potential encounter...

[lipikkawrites]

Sometimes courage means holding on. Sometimes courage means letting go.

-@lipikkawrites

[zenlesszonezero]

Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

[laurencraw]

"The desire to be so perfectly absent

you could never die."

— David Jauss

[lebuc]

gracefully, if at all

* lightning bugs* grace our front porch post-dusk gathering around its light;

greater-elder respecting it seems, as game truly does recognize game,

...best done gracefully, if at all.

summer’s solstice sends certain sights & sounds our way, enthralling us

if only it could be year round...

by so doing, we could enjoy the display until midnight from the dawn

knowing we've not yet lost our way

lured by the blue illusions' glow       too often held in our palm. * 7/23 - lebuc - gracefully, if at all *some say fireflies...not i.

[env0writes]

Mine is the voice That screams out in the night Howling in pain To the moon-knife alight Burning, is the sickle That swings low in the sky Calling me forward To exhale my last sigh How swiftly divided The predator, the prey Forgetting the sword Two-edged, may be swung either way My hands are the executioners Bloodied and callus Yet I am the executed Sought out and slain with no malice I am the sword That is swung, mighty handed Yet I am the swordsman Thrice now, reprimanded Low hangs the moon Beneath my soft neck Strangled and mangled I’m left, but a wreck I am the plea Made to God the almighty A prayer and a wish Of all these that I am, I’m alrighty

NaNoWriMo Vol. 4, 11.15.24 “Contradictory Selves”

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[warpnweft]

metroponics

most people are metroponically grown rootless, the root of our exploitation of self, of earth, of spirit.

befriend soil and then tell me the ways you will commit injustice.

[euesworld]

"Every day I love you, oh how I love to.. I love telling you things to make you happy, I really love it when you laugh for me. I love it when you approve of the things that I do, I love it when you make me swoon and yearn.. oh how I softly burn to the ground in my shoes, would you like to take a turn? Any time you want, any place.. I would grab you by the waist and kiss your face."

I have no choice.. I gave you my heart willingly and now it swells like the sea - eUë