. :Cry, Wolf: .

I let the wound fester, and rot.

I felt the need to watch it decay.

To pick at the edges of the scabs,

just as it began to heal,

only to open it up again.

In the end, I knew,

no matter what –

you would walk away broken.

I would tear a hole in you so deep and wide,

it would never be filled.

Because I showed you kindness.

Because I showed you love.

Because I knew you’d never accept it.

 

Son of Air –

I fell for your tricks.

I fell for your deceit. 

I ate your lies, gobbled your half-truths. 

Laughed at your wit and knew you to be intelligent.

And all the while, every facsimile of intuition screamed at me to walk away.

But I ignored,

I denied,

I walked right past myself and waved…

Only to see you on the other side.

To give you the good, to know only good.

To feel only good.

I watched your smile and matched it,

watched your moves and copied them,

praying; “Is this what love is?

But behind my eyes,

She laughed at me –

Knowing the answers.

Now –

I see you,

I know you,

I understand you.

And now at last,

my only prayer,

is for your peace.

May you find it on your journey.

– Savannah

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.:The Only Way to Dream:.

Delight me in your agony,

Sweetly captured in your apathy,

Don’t mind the pull of my gravity,

I’ll be your greatest vaccine.

 

Images in lilac,

Breaking in and bleeding fast.

You’re a danger to my armistice,

Like a surrender without the flag.

 

I’ll paint the colors of your rainbow,

Just don’t forget to sing my song.

And there’s where I’ll remember you,

Like innocence gone wrong.

– Savannah

Musical Discussion: Until Eternity

     Whether you consider yourself a fan of pop, rock, metal, or classical music – it’s hard to deny when a song comes to you that passes through the barriers of a genre and sticks with you. Even if it’s a simple, silly song, or something you’ll remember just because of the feeling it captured. Music is powerful and just like other forms of art, it tends to break the chains of soul and raise us higher.

As for myself, I’ve always skipped around a lot. One day I’ll prefer rock, the next day I’ll prefer pop, next week I might prefer metal all week, etcetera and so forth. But I’m actually quite picky about what I chose to listen to within a specific genre. When listening to Chiptune, I prefer most of Anamanaguchi‘s work. When listening to metal, my only preference is female fronted bands. When I have the spare time, I sift through multiple layers of YouTube videos or Spotify songs from different bands and try to find something or someone I’ve never heard of. And frankly, the discovery of Blackbriar‘s song Until Eternity threw me for a loop.

Oh my love, we’ll meet again. We always do in the end. Our two souls destined to be, you and I until eternity.” – Blackbriar

The lead singer has a powerfully feminine voice that comes across as smooth and inviting. Her mid-range vocals draw you in closer to listen aptly to the lyrics, and then you’re blasted with the adrenaline rush from the building guitars and drums and *BAM*. Suddenly you’re looking up the lyrics and singing along at the top of your lungs (as best you can at least.) She has that air of mystery with a very femme fatale way of pronouncing the words. The video is emotionally evocative and gives an even more clear picture of the story painted through the lyrics.

The sheer emotion of the idea they present with the song – a couple destined to spend eternity together – in spite of death and horrible circumstances…finding each other again and again through the ages. It’s brilliantly beautiful, if a little cheesy. The band easily brings in mass appeal with this song because of the romance aspect, but I believe once people begin to discover the hidden gem that Blackbriar is…they won’t want to leave!

On their website, Blackbriar is described as:

 “…a five-piece alternative metal band with a special twist in the form of a mysterious singer, capable of opening the gates of both heaven and hell with her voice! A powerful drummer, bad ass bass player and two technical guitar players form the backbone of Blackbriar.

Honestly, I couldn’t have said it better myself! I’ve yet to take a glance at any of their other works, but this is a band I’m sure I’ll fall in love with more than once!

– Savannah

.:Split Screen and Technicolor:.

 

When am I just the words on your screen? 

The buttons pushed in distant thought? 

When does my absence mean something?

If anything at all?

 

Ah ~

There’s nothing to be frightened of.

Those creatures in their nightly reverie,

reveal so much when in their revelry,

about the hidden psyche buried deeply.

 

Ah ~

There’s nothing to be frightened of.

These brushstrokes speak nothing of you, love.

And sadness is but a color on my palette.

 

But somewhere,

fading in the distance,

is the platonic intelligence I once admired,

before unfurling my canvas,

and striking brush to color.

But now, erase me,

if I mean so little.

 

You’ll find me in the Neverland,

For I am one of Them.

 

– Savannah

Erase me, if I mean so little. Sometimes absence says what words cannot.

.:Temple:.

Incense smoke drifts through open air,

the scent of honey fills my senses,

mixing with the apple on my altar,

to create a wondrous sense of peace.

Clarity means having an open mind,

and bottomless heart.

Show me the lessons,

as I seek them in your company.

The hum of energy from the crystals,

meshes with the sound of a tiny, tinkling bell.

The chalice touches my lips,

and a warmth spreads through my veins.

I raise the glass in acknowledgement,

and another wave of peace fills me,

crashing like the tide to shore.

An hourglass marks my time,

the sand slowing as I close my eyes.

Your presence marks the beginning of my meditative state.

And once again, I feel whole.

– Savannah

Happy International Witches Day *

Whether you identify as a Witch or not (as I do not), it is a good day to delve into the magic of Earth and revel in her energy. Find peace and clarity with nature, and self. Read into the history of witches, or simply enjoy the day. There is much to understand, still, and much to come. 

Have a blessed day!

.:Swept Away:.

The sand slips between my fingers,

like time in a weighted hourglass.

I see the past in slow motion;

Children running,

playing,

and laughing.

How many were here before me?

The question hangs in open air,

I see the words as incandescent writing circling ’round my head.

A couple walks the beach slowly,

and I see what could be –

The good and bad.

I slow the visions of my life as air fills my lungs at last.

A friend kneels above me, calling my name.

His voice I no longer recognize.

I hear it, as though through water.

His face is a blank mask.

I see no eyes, no mouth, no nose.

Who are you?

The words float above me.

If I am but a memory,

Please,

Don’t forget to remember me.

 

– Savannah

.:Kintsukuroi:.

 

“…I’m just another story, not worth a reading.”

Touching the glass ceiling,

I remember the sound of your breathing

in the moment you were sleeping next to me.

When did I lose that clarity?

When did absence mean hostility?

Am I still capable of charity?

Superficial,

I touch the wounds,

watching them heal.

I know at last that each moment spent with you

is that much more real,

when you turn to me,

just to say:

I’m proud of you.”

But you don’t know,

that under my breath I reply:

So am I.

-Savannah

*Dear Reader,

Kintsukuroi (or Kintsugi), is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. I felt the word befitting for the title of a poem referring to healing from self-harm.

Know that you are not alone… Ever. If the only thing you do today is hold yourself together, know that I am proud of you. You did it! You may not know it…But you have the strength to keep on fighting, to keep on going. You are loved, and cared for, and wanted, and needed in this world. So keep going. Keep doing, keep being, and stay beautiful. Have a blessed day! And pass on the love to those closest to you. They may need it and you don’t even know it yet.*

.:What Dreams We Seek:.

 

Polished in solace,

I find I’ve got mountains to climb.

The moonlight before me,

brings clarity,

to the harmony and cacophony of nocturnal creatures.

Eyes stare at me from within the brush,

yellowed and glowing,

But I find no fear.

Distant howls follow my trek in the semi-darkness.

I know I am surrounded,

But I find no fear.

Tiny creatures dart in the grass and leaves below my feet,

I feel them, almost as another heartbeat.

The trees whisper a melodious tune in the breeze,

branches reaching out to one another,

fingers made of wood and the life of Mother Earth.

An owl swoops from above,

catching his prey mid-flight.

A tiny squeak follows his movements,

and one less heart beats in the night.

But I find no fear.

The wolves nearby call to their brothers

the chant of night,

I hear them closing in.

A twig snaps beneath my feet,

and a sharp growl follows –

But before me now is only open sky,

and the moon bathing her children in her glow.

Only the stars know my true path,

I have nowhere left to go

yet still I find no fear.

Not all those who wander are lost.”

– Savannah

 

.:Anchored:.

 

Icy veins,

and the return of consciousness,

brings with it a sensitivity unmatched,

unmitigated by the fear of retribution.

I can feel your grin,

as you stand behind me,

laughing in the face of what was.

But still I move forward,

Let the shadows fall behind you.”

imagining a better future.

What happens when we dream?

What is the result of our uncaptured thought?

Waking is just another reality,

held tight by the breadth of your smile.

– Savannah

.:Dame de Magie:.

The Cheshire Moon

smiles upon her

Like Fate –

with his crooked grin

and alabaster teeth,

shining eyes made of stars.

Somewhere

the distant call of a raven,

melds well with the softly falling snow,

and a wolf cries,

Solemn and macabre,

shattering the imagery of loneliness.

Dining from empty plates,

dreaming of a life lived freely

Captivated by the hunger of another era,

when all we know,

is the ever-beating heart of

“le Dame de Magie”.

 

– Savannah