#savage-words

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

Misery loves a company of discarded petals.

A sidewalk story told in seconds passed beneath one's feet.

Turn around. Look down. And marvel for a moment.

Roses are red.

Concrete is gray.

Love is fleeting.

Or so they say.

[dementia7]

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[warpnweft]

headwinds

headwinds tell you everything you need to know and the arrow's spinning on your compass rose all the paths are hidden that'll lead you home there ain't a best way to sell your soul

no, there ain't a best way to sell your soul

all my other selves have passed through the door that's why, when i sleep, i don't dream anymore and i fear the days' blue haze will take its toll cause there ain't a best way to sell your soul no there ain't a best way to sell your soul there ain't a best way to let it all go.

[itsdevra]

Under the Oak

Sunday’s rainstorm fed the marsh with box elder flowers and papery samaras; the whirlybirds and pollen float like a verdant oil slick across the shallow water.

We stroll past, hoping to spot a foal along the wooded embankment. Hearing a quickfire rustle -- like tavern matches clumsily struck

on their paper book -- we stop In the shade to look. We crane our necks over wild raspberry bushes, their thorns clawing at the loose threads in our polyester shorts.

Standing under the oak, its heavy leaves point at the pavement, hanging over our heads like a thousand serrated knives.

We see nothing but the burst sheath of a cattail: downy seeds trembling in the wind, gripping the bending reed.

I spot a worm twirling in the dirt beside your bootheel and I pull at your shoulder to save it from your giant steps.

[soulreserve]

Winter-Long

Winter's cold is curled like a lick beneath underneath the beating heart. Like a hand of a stranger on my shoulder.

Your name is the white breath I realease from trembling lips. It escapes from me and into the dense air that carries cold with a purpose.

Loss is a constant companion, it doesn't fade with time. I watch it shiver outside under the burden of heavy snow.

What does it know of warmth? I let it slip inside, and sit by the fire. but little by little it takes over. It creeps below,

leaves my body damp and aching, swamped by run-away thoughts of you. And cold settles like a tickle in the lungs.

© SoulReserve 2023

[bones-and-mortar]

String Theory

I can see through your eyes

And what haunts them from behind

Afflicted by your irrational fears

And the concept of fleeting time

How many pages are left in your story,

And if you ever amounted to anything,

Questioning the fundamentals of reality

And if everything reroutes back to nothing

But what you can’t seem to grasp

Is the true insignificance of it all

Life is woven into the most complex pattern

Made by a string from the simplest ball of yarn

Humanity, and all of our little worries

Are just a thread fraying off the blanket

Try your best to ignore the monsters in the fold

And find the reasons why to be thankful for it

[dg-fragments]

Perhaps it's good to have a beautiful mind, but an even greater gift is to discover a beautiful heart. And perhaps it's a downright tragedy to come to the realization that a person may have neither.

- DG

[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