#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

[env0writes]

Will you lay away Away with me Not from, I’ll hold nothing from you But for you Come lay By my side Not be sidelined No longer lined marked divided between But adjoined The Lakeshore effect My mental affect Your vocal inflect Upon me Although I am frozen Like the waters I will warm to you I warn you Storms may strike lightning Beauty in that is that Even something-one Negative can touch positive Forever that flash Will you lay And watch these lights Pass by like cars Like time Like life Will you give me all your today's and tomorrows Laid up alongside Warming all the while

Deciding Embers Vol. 5, 12.2.24 “L.S.D. Lover”

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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]

It hurts to put weight on my left leg

Because when we were falling

I chose to save you instead of myself

And the choice

Not consciously made

Is one I'd make again

And again

And again

[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

[lebuc]

waves, rocks & pebbles

* like frothy sea foam washing up on shore

pushing my once-craggy pebbles of pride into smoothed stones, eventually.    

i've learned to endure, endear myself to the waves:

how they gather, surge, crest & break

then pass, making way for another & another, ad infinitum.

should you prevail, you’ll come out smooth, real smooth - ask anyone... but no less a rock star than always. * 4/23 - lebuc - waves, rocks & pebbles

[lipikkawrites]

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

-@lipikkawrites

[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...

[laurencraw]

"The desire to be so perfectly absent

you could never die."

— David Jauss

[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]

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