Written By Savio
Nov. 1, 2023, 11:47 a.m.(2/12/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Titus
My friend Titus hates on jewels
He says that they're for crows and fools
"Why would you go to such expense
For no advantage to defense"
Well come around and take some swings
And I will wear shitloads of rings
Bring the sword and bring the shield
We'll see who's the first to yield
Don't get me wrong, I speak with love
For martinets and thoughts thereof
But I'm sure there is some room for growth --
Really, darling, why not both?
He says that they're for crows and fools
"Why would you go to such expense
For no advantage to defense"
Well come around and take some swings
And I will wear shitloads of rings
Bring the sword and bring the shield
We'll see who's the first to yield
Don't get me wrong, I speak with love
For martinets and thoughts thereof
But I'm sure there is some room for growth --
Really, darling, why not both?
Written By Savio
June 11, 2023, 10:58 a.m.(12/21/1019 AR)
What a strange and freeing grief, to finally pluck the thorn, and to realize how much its pain had altered your step.
Written By Savio
May 17, 2023, 2:59 p.m.(10/27/1019 AR)
It seemed to matter so much once
But now I find myself without
That desperate motivation
To learn what it's all about
I wanted to know everything
Every scrap and tome
And I thought that if I didn't
I would never feel at home
I'll leave the quest for secrets
To better minds than mine
If I don't have all the answers
Then for now that's fine
I understood things better
Once I began to look inside
And learned that what I wanted
Was something I provide.
But now I find myself without
That desperate motivation
To learn what it's all about
I wanted to know everything
Every scrap and tome
And I thought that if I didn't
I would never feel at home
I'll leave the quest for secrets
To better minds than mine
If I don't have all the answers
Then for now that's fine
I understood things better
Once I began to look inside
And learned that what I wanted
Was something I provide.
Written By Savio
May 7, 2023, 11:14 p.m.(10/8/1019 AR)
All good things must come to an end.
Written By Savio
April 23, 2023, 8:53 a.m.(9/7/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Jan
Mirrormasks.
But be careful what you wish for.
But be careful what you wish for.
Written By Savio
April 16, 2023, 10:07 p.m.(8/22/1019 AR)
My husband grew a mustache
Across his pretty face
A weasel on his upper lip
That I admit I hate
I don't know what his plan is
Or what he will do next
I only know he better shave
If he thinks he's getting --
Across his pretty face
A weasel on his upper lip
That I admit I hate
I don't know what his plan is
Or what he will do next
I only know he better shave
If he thinks he's getting --
Written By Savio
April 10, 2023, 9:18 a.m.(8/9/1019 AR)
I want you when I need you
And when I don't I don't
I'll charm you if you're useful
And if you're not I won't
If you know something I don't know
Please tell me right away
But if all you have to share is you
Then I don't have the time of day
Of course we are the best of friends
I don't grasp your complaint
Just do a couple favors for me --
If you don't then what's the point?
And when I don't I don't
I'll charm you if you're useful
And if you're not I won't
If you know something I don't know
Please tell me right away
But if all you have to share is you
Then I don't have the time of day
Of course we are the best of friends
I don't grasp your complaint
Just do a couple favors for me --
If you don't then what's the point?
Written By Savio
March 24, 2023, 10:39 a.m.(7/3/1019 AR)
An updated will, for troubled times:
All that I have will go to my husband and children, into whose keeping I commit my possessions and my memory.
My black journals are to remain sealed.
Too many spicy poems in there.
All that I have will go to my husband and children, into whose keeping I commit my possessions and my memory.
My black journals are to remain sealed.
Too many spicy poems in there.
Written By Savio
March 19, 2023, 4:53 p.m.(6/22/1019 AR)
For those who may wonder if the Lonely Cloud is a public space or a private space -- yes.
Once upon a time the Cloud was a shopfront with an attached social parlor. The shop is obviously gone, but the parlor itself remains. My husband spends some hobby time as a seam-ripper in the workshop there, and before we were married, we lived above the parlor for a time.
If you are looking for Orland to seam-rip something back into its constituent materials, leave a container in the Rainbow Parlor and send him a note.
If you are just looking to visit, as long as the door is unlocked, anyone is welcome.
Once upon a time the Cloud was a shopfront with an attached social parlor. The shop is obviously gone, but the parlor itself remains. My husband spends some hobby time as a seam-ripper in the workshop there, and before we were married, we lived above the parlor for a time.
If you are looking for Orland to seam-rip something back into its constituent materials, leave a container in the Rainbow Parlor and send him a note.
If you are just looking to visit, as long as the door is unlocked, anyone is welcome.
Written By Savio
March 16, 2023, 10:05 p.m.(6/16/1019 AR)
I would do well not to underestimate the ferociousness and ingenuity of the Common Arvani Forest-Thug.
Written By Savio
Feb. 27, 2023, 9:23 a.m.(5/9/1019 AR)
Well I sat there, deep in my mug
People watching, feeling smug
Everything they do is wrong
How have they got by so long?
I just simply cannot see
Why all these people aren't like me
They have picked a different way
And I am sure that they will pay
So dearly for their foolish path
If you ask me it's easy math
Change is not the way to win
And adaptation is a sin
Do not accept these new traditions
Abandon progress and ambitions
Instead sit in a pub unmoving --
Just the way that I've been doing.
People watching, feeling smug
Everything they do is wrong
How have they got by so long?
I just simply cannot see
Why all these people aren't like me
They have picked a different way
And I am sure that they will pay
So dearly for their foolish path
If you ask me it's easy math
Change is not the way to win
And adaptation is a sin
Do not accept these new traditions
Abandon progress and ambitions
Instead sit in a pub unmoving --
Just the way that I've been doing.
Written By Savio
Feb. 27, 2023, 9:22 a.m.(5/9/1019 AR)
In my dreams
All things burn
The only thing
That I have learned
Is when it all
Starts coming true
I hope I face
The end with you.
All things burn
The only thing
That I have learned
Is when it all
Starts coming true
I hope I face
The end with you.
Written By Savio
Dec. 21, 2022, 12:16 p.m.(2/3/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Caspian
What is it you are doing here?
Do you imagine I can't see?
You think I'll write a poem
If you obliquely mention me?
You think that if you say my name
Somewhere in the Whites
I won't be able to resist --
Well you're absolutely right.
Do you imagine I can't see?
You think I'll write a poem
If you obliquely mention me?
You think that if you say my name
Somewhere in the Whites
I won't be able to resist --
Well you're absolutely right.
Written By Savio
Dec. 19, 2022, 11:22 a.m.(1/27/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Amari
CONSIDER THE CABBAGE
Attention is owed a particular vegetable
Dependable, durable, and so delectable
Our humble crop of abundant advantages
Long overdue is the praise of the cabbages:
Cabbages, cabbages, here they are
Fields of cabbages near and far
Cabbages large and cabbages small
Cabbages ready for one and all
Wise planners consider the cabbage a favorite
Pay no mind to the harvest-time fragrance
And perhaps a bit notable in the digestion
But the value of cabbage is never in question
Cabbages, cabbages, for young and old
Easy to plant, resistant to cold
Cabbages here and cabbages there
Cabbages flourishing everywhere
The cabbage is splendid in soup or in stew
Healthy and hearty and warming all through
But also imagine in dumplings, or fried
So many flavors of cabbage to try!
Cabbages, cabbages, for every station
A wintertime feast across the whole nation
Cabbages east and cabbages west
Cabbages truly are the best
Maybe cabbages lack in a certain panache
But as produce goes, they are unsurpassed
For those who wish to rise better than average:
When time comes to plant, consider the cabbage.
Attention is owed a particular vegetable
Dependable, durable, and so delectable
Our humble crop of abundant advantages
Long overdue is the praise of the cabbages:
Cabbages, cabbages, here they are
Fields of cabbages near and far
Cabbages large and cabbages small
Cabbages ready for one and all
Wise planners consider the cabbage a favorite
Pay no mind to the harvest-time fragrance
And perhaps a bit notable in the digestion
But the value of cabbage is never in question
Cabbages, cabbages, for young and old
Easy to plant, resistant to cold
Cabbages here and cabbages there
Cabbages flourishing everywhere
The cabbage is splendid in soup or in stew
Healthy and hearty and warming all through
But also imagine in dumplings, or fried
So many flavors of cabbage to try!
Cabbages, cabbages, for every station
A wintertime feast across the whole nation
Cabbages east and cabbages west
Cabbages truly are the best
Maybe cabbages lack in a certain panache
But as produce goes, they are unsurpassed
For those who wish to rise better than average:
When time comes to plant, consider the cabbage.
Written By Savio
Dec. 18, 2022, 8:41 p.m.(1/25/1019 AR)
I have been a foreigner in the cold waters of a war far from home. It is not for me to speak of this -- that voice belongs to those who have suffered most, whose homes and lives have been changed forever by the kinslaying.
What I will say is that I am grateful I have a home to return to, and that I have returned to it unharmed. I kissed my husband and gathered my children into my arms, and I am alive, and this is enough for me.
What I will say is that I am grateful I have a home to return to, and that I have returned to it unharmed. I kissed my husband and gathered my children into my arms, and I am alive, and this is enough for me.
Written By Savio
Dec. 9, 2022, 10:20 p.m.(1/8/1019 AR)
I hate the cold
I hate the snow
I hate the wind
And how it blows
I hate the sleet
I hate the ice
I hate hearing
That it's nice
I hate the flakes
I hate the storms
I hate never
Being warm
I hate the frost
I hate the drifts
I hate winter
This is shit.
I hate the snow
I hate the wind
And how it blows
I hate the sleet
I hate the ice
I hate hearing
That it's nice
I hate the flakes
I hate the storms
I hate never
Being warm
I hate the frost
I hate the drifts
I hate winter
This is shit.
Written By Savio
Nov. 19, 2022, 9:39 p.m.(11/23/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaerith
Songs are indeed for any time
We love a tune paired with a rhyme
But poetry does have a place
Outside of lovers' sweet embrace
Just for old men -- that seems amiss
A poem's best to take the piss.
We love a tune paired with a rhyme
But poetry does have a place
Outside of lovers' sweet embrace
Just for old men -- that seems amiss
A poem's best to take the piss.
Written By Savio
Nov. 15, 2022, 9:49 a.m.(11/14/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Enyo
The best word that rhymes with dreamy
Does indeed sound somewhat steamy
And while this might be so amusing
Perhaps it's best to go with brooding
Is the subject stern and glum?
They hate frivolity and fun?
They roll their eyes at what you show them?
Who cares, they're gonna love your poem.
Does indeed sound somewhat steamy
And while this might be so amusing
Perhaps it's best to go with brooding
Is the subject stern and glum?
They hate frivolity and fun?
They roll their eyes at what you show them?
Who cares, they're gonna love your poem.
Written By Savio
Nov. 13, 2022, 10:31 p.m.(11/12/1018 AR)
Oh I hate bards, they're so annoying
I hate love songs, sweet and cloying
I can't stand epics, long and dreary
Shanties make me cross and weary
More trying still, you have the poets
One would hope that they'd outgrow it
But no, they're out here wasting time
Accosting readers with their rhymes
Both types think they're oh so clever
When they're not, by any measure
Boisterous, smug, and so obnoxious
No other vexation can top this
The very worst is when they tease
Someone who simply disagrees
Oh I hate bards, as you can see --
Hold up now, is this about me?
I hate love songs, sweet and cloying
I can't stand epics, long and dreary
Shanties make me cross and weary
More trying still, you have the poets
One would hope that they'd outgrow it
But no, they're out here wasting time
Accosting readers with their rhymes
Both types think they're oh so clever
When they're not, by any measure
Boisterous, smug, and so obnoxious
No other vexation can top this
The very worst is when they tease
Someone who simply disagrees
Oh I hate bards, as you can see --
Hold up now, is this about me?
Written By Savio
Nov. 6, 2022, 5:59 p.m.(10/25/1018 AR)
I am so grateful for my family, who above everyone, understand the best and worst of me. The strangeness and sadness in all of them is precious to me -- their strength in the face of the unspeakable loss we all share, their bravery in finding their new paths forward. For all of us, it has not been easy to learn who we are in what was (and sometimes still is) to us a very, very foreign land.
I am proud of you, Proscipi, and all that you have weathered, all that you will become.
I am proud of you, Proscipi, and all that you have weathered, all that you will become.
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