Written By Savio
Oct. 31, 2022, 11:24 a.m.(8/28/1018 AR)
Behind your mask a freedom lies
Unfettered in the night's disguise
You are yourself and someone else
Namelessness that heady helps
The revelry, the celebration
No rectitude or hesitation
All those things you'd never do
Are suddenly what you pursue
What liberty and potent pleasure
A mask's relief of social pressure
And yet the thought comes forth unbidden:
What is it you have truly hidden?
Unfettered in the night's disguise
You are yourself and someone else
Namelessness that heady helps
The revelry, the celebration
No rectitude or hesitation
All those things you'd never do
Are suddenly what you pursue
What liberty and potent pleasure
A mask's relief of social pressure
And yet the thought comes forth unbidden:
What is it you have truly hidden?
Written By Savio
Oct. 23, 2022, 7:21 p.m.(8/13/1018 AR)
I'm not what
You hoped I'd be
I am better
I am me
Disapprove?
You're out of luck
I really couldn't
Give
A
You hoped I'd be
I am better
I am me
Disapprove?
You're out of luck
I really couldn't
Give
A
Written By Savio
Oct. 4, 2022, 1:15 p.m.(7/3/1018 AR)
I am writing a new book of music: 'Songs You Can Play One-Handed on the Clavichord Because Your Other Arm is Occupied in Holding A Baby.'
Best-seller with all the parents, I'm certain of it.
Best-seller with all the parents, I'm certain of it.
Written By Savio
Oct. 2, 2022, 9:44 a.m.(6/26/1018 AR)
A Lullaby, for my children
Take care of your thoughts when you are alone
Take care of your words when you're not
Be kind to the people that you have outgrown
And remember the lessons they taught
Never say yes if you want to say no
Never speak ill of your friends
Do not doubt the things your heart truly knows
And when you fail, start over again
Honor your duty in oaths you must keep
Honor you and be true to your soul
Cherish your joy but do not fear grief
And walk bravely, my loves, in this world.
Take care of your thoughts when you are alone
Take care of your words when you're not
Be kind to the people that you have outgrown
And remember the lessons they taught
Never say yes if you want to say no
Never speak ill of your friends
Do not doubt the things your heart truly knows
And when you fail, start over again
Honor your duty in oaths you must keep
Honor you and be true to your soul
Cherish your joy but do not fear grief
And walk bravely, my loves, in this world.
Written By Savio
Sept. 30, 2022, 8:49 a.m.(6/22/1018 AR)
Open up your satchel, sir
And let us see within
What is it you have with you?
What wickedness, what sin?
Do you have correspondence, sir
That reads to us as treason?
Missives sent to prodigals?
You'd better have a reason
What is this smoky flower, sir
Something seems amiss
Hazy days are not allowed
And we'll be taking this
Why are you so worried, sir
We do only as we're told
And if you have stepped out of line
Then get back to the fold
What grounds for objection, sir
We could not be more clear:
If you were only innocent
You would not have to fear.
And let us see within
What is it you have with you?
What wickedness, what sin?
Do you have correspondence, sir
That reads to us as treason?
Missives sent to prodigals?
You'd better have a reason
What is this smoky flower, sir
Something seems amiss
Hazy days are not allowed
And we'll be taking this
Why are you so worried, sir
We do only as we're told
And if you have stepped out of line
Then get back to the fold
What grounds for objection, sir
We could not be more clear:
If you were only innocent
You would not have to fear.
Written By Savio
Sept. 27, 2022, 1:17 p.m.(6/17/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Orland
Of all the people who have jokingly said they would propose to me over my poetry -- and there have been a few -- not one has been my husband. Really, Orland.
He did actually propose to me though, so I suppose that counts for something.
He did actually propose to me though, so I suppose that counts for something.
Written By Savio
Sept. 17, 2022, 8:29 p.m.(5/25/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Haakon
A Cardian bearing gifts, you see
Is the most suspicious thing to me
Unless perhaps I happened upon
A Dagonite in Abandoned tongue
Equally dubious, no mistake
Would be a map that is a cake
But the one that truly stops my heart
Is when fuckin' Savio thinks he's smart
The rest is questionable without doubt --
But when a bard makes plans, look out.
Is the most suspicious thing to me
Unless perhaps I happened upon
A Dagonite in Abandoned tongue
Equally dubious, no mistake
Would be a map that is a cake
But the one that truly stops my heart
Is when fuckin' Savio thinks he's smart
The rest is questionable without doubt --
But when a bard makes plans, look out.
Written By Savio
Sept. 11, 2022, 10:40 a.m.(5/12/1018 AR)
I dreamed I found myself on a field of blood, under an endless sky of gray. My own self was there in dark robes and a mirrored mask, and he asked me questions I could not answer, the two of us alone, until I sank in anguish into the blood. It closed over me, and I watched myself drown in my own reflection, and I could not breathe, and still I had no answers.
Then I woke up and found my husband in his sleep had moved his pillow and partially smothered me.
(Accidentally, I assume.)
Then I woke up and found my husband in his sleep had moved his pillow and partially smothered me.
(Accidentally, I assume.)
Written By Savio
Aug. 29, 2022, 10:14 p.m.(4/15/1018 AR)
If it does not stand up to questioning, then it is not worth believing. If it cannot be questioned, then it cannot be trusted.
It is right to ask.
It is right to ask.
Written By Savio
Aug. 13, 2022, 6:06 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
Filling a blank page is not usually a problem I have. But here I sit with the nothingness of the parchment looking back at me, and I am struggling to place the bleakness of this feeling within the specificity of language.
I am hurt more badly than I would like, more badly than I am used to. But some have suffered far worse, and others have sacrificed everything.
I struggle to find the words, but for so many citizens of Artshall, their music, writing, painting, are all gone forever, and all the pages left to them now are empty.
What a specific despair it is, the silence of inspired voices. These were -- in spirit -- my people, and my heart is broken.
I am hurt more badly than I would like, more badly than I am used to. But some have suffered far worse, and others have sacrificed everything.
I struggle to find the words, but for so many citizens of Artshall, their music, writing, painting, are all gone forever, and all the pages left to them now are empty.
What a specific despair it is, the silence of inspired voices. These were -- in spirit -- my people, and my heart is broken.
Written By Savio
Aug. 5, 2022, 10:08 a.m.(2/22/1018 AR)
I have talked for so long about the need for balance, and understood it, meant it with all my heart. And even so, it has taken me years now to understand and to face balance within my own self, and to begin believing that I am to some degree deserving of it, difficult though it may be.
Written By Savio
Aug. 4, 2022, 11:38 a.m.(2/20/1018 AR)
I have compiled most of the white journal poems I have published here over the last four years into a pair of books. If you are for some reason interested in having a copy of this, please let me know, and I will send them.
While the previously-unpublished works of the same time period do exist as well, it would be safe to say there are a number of good reasons why they never saw the light of day.
While the previously-unpublished works of the same time period do exist as well, it would be safe to say there are a number of good reasons why they never saw the light of day.
Written By Savio
July 29, 2022, 12:54 a.m.(2/5/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Noah
Tee hee, I've had this smart idea
And Princess Lou will hate it
How can I make it come to be?
I know, I'll enlist a creative
What I want is custom made
Rhymes to discompose her
Donate silver? Of course not
I'll pay you in exposure
Some might say that this is rude
Some might call me a hater
But it's the very bestest plan:
As they say, none greater.
And Princess Lou will hate it
How can I make it come to be?
I know, I'll enlist a creative
What I want is custom made
Rhymes to discompose her
Donate silver? Of course not
I'll pay you in exposure
Some might say that this is rude
Some might call me a hater
But it's the very bestest plan:
As they say, none greater.
Written By Savio
July 22, 2022, 8:59 a.m.(1/20/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Haakon
It's all true.
Written By Savio
July 19, 2022, 10:45 a.m.(1/14/1018 AR)
I met a well-dressed gentleman and he came up to me
Saying "well aren't you a pretty thing, I like what I see"
He had a smirk, he had a smile, he thought he was a gift
So handsome, clever, wealthy, how could anyone resist?
I said "Sir, you've missed your mark, I'm not the one for you,"
He scoffed "You only say so 'cause you don't know what I can do"
Was it a flirt, was it a threat, his meaning was in doubt
But I decided not to stay and risk the finding out
I made polite excuses, I didn't want to make him mad
But even so it didn't work, he reached out to grab my hand
"Where do you think you're going, are you afraid of a good time?
"I am a very nice man and you owe me a chance to try."
Well now I'd fucking had it, I was completely out of grace
I closed my hand into a fist and I applied it to his face
He recoiled bleeding, shouting "I'll have you to the guard!
"You will pay for showing me such hateful disregard!"
The Iron Guard came over upon hearing this dispute
The man cried "I was only being nice, and I was treated like a brute"
I said "I was clear I didn't want him, I swear to you I tried"
The guard took one look and said, "We know him. Justified."
Saying "well aren't you a pretty thing, I like what I see"
He had a smirk, he had a smile, he thought he was a gift
So handsome, clever, wealthy, how could anyone resist?
I said "Sir, you've missed your mark, I'm not the one for you,"
He scoffed "You only say so 'cause you don't know what I can do"
Was it a flirt, was it a threat, his meaning was in doubt
But I decided not to stay and risk the finding out
I made polite excuses, I didn't want to make him mad
But even so it didn't work, he reached out to grab my hand
"Where do you think you're going, are you afraid of a good time?
"I am a very nice man and you owe me a chance to try."
Well now I'd fucking had it, I was completely out of grace
I closed my hand into a fist and I applied it to his face
He recoiled bleeding, shouting "I'll have you to the guard!
"You will pay for showing me such hateful disregard!"
The Iron Guard came over upon hearing this dispute
The man cried "I was only being nice, and I was treated like a brute"
I said "I was clear I didn't want him, I swear to you I tried"
The guard took one look and said, "We know him. Justified."
Written By Savio
July 16, 2022, 11:15 p.m.(1/9/1018 AR)
I dreamed that I was walking in the jungles of Dawnsend where the forest meets the sea, a secret lace-fern path that was and is my own. There red birds with curved bills sip the nectar from flowers high in the coral trees, and the steep, tangled roots and branches of the giant fig trees were as the architecture of a cathedral all around me, holy and alive. At the end of this path was a cove, where the rain-forest does not give ground gently with soft sand -- instead the waves crash powerfully against the black rocks. Some of the rocks are as big as a cottage, still with defiant trees clinging there against the salt spray, against the odds, against a certain fate. The sea is violent here against the beauty of the jungle and in every wave, every flower, is written with harsh and perfect peace -- you are nothing, you are nothing, you are nothing.
Then I woke up in Arx and it was snowing.
Fuck.
Then I woke up in Arx and it was snowing.
Fuck.
Written By Savio
June 28, 2022, 4:44 p.m.(11/28/1017 AR)
If you accidentally burn off your hair and your husband promises he will not laugh at you:
He is lying
He will laugh at you.
He is lying
He will laugh at you.
Written By Savio
June 26, 2022, 7:15 p.m.(11/25/1017 AR)
The smell lingers. In my clothes, the smoke; in my nightmares, the lost.
Written By Savio
June 20, 2022, 2:36 p.m.(11/12/1017 AR)
Was I your friend, or a means to an end
Conviction erodes to a blur
Now you are gone, lost somewhere beyond,
And I don't know what we were.
Conviction erodes to a blur
Now you are gone, lost somewhere beyond,
And I don't know what we were.
Written By Savio
June 16, 2022, 3:36 p.m.(11/4/1017 AR)
Traits, like actions, speak louder than words
You are or you aren't, those are the terms
Can't get a lover by saying you're pretty
Can't get a laugh by claiming you're witty
Can't be a threat by hollering 'fear me'
Can't be a trendsetter by saying you should be
If you announce that you're clever or scary or hot --
Then I'm sorry my dear, it appears that you're not.
You are or you aren't, those are the terms
Can't get a lover by saying you're pretty
Can't get a laugh by claiming you're witty
Can't be a threat by hollering 'fear me'
Can't be a trendsetter by saying you should be
If you announce that you're clever or scary or hot --
Then I'm sorry my dear, it appears that you're not.
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