andrew-e-savage
American
An adamant vegetarian, drummer/percussionist, and aspiring writer and photographer. / / I immensely enjoy drumming, writing, vegetarianism, photography, and devoting my life to my beautiful and amazing partner, (by whom numerous poems have been inspired).
Oh, how Emmaline did write,
Her touch to the parchment;
How she thought it was a plight,
She forever a lent.
Plastered walls encompassing
As she avidly wrote.
White curtains to indite,
Details to she would gloat.
How she and they sat: cat and dog,
Hammers striking the strings.
Its tone creating a sound bog,
Words ones to ever sing.
Books stacked there effortlessly,
Beauty with a quote.
The animals, with ever chi,
Spied for an anecdote.
Yet, how literature was bent,
Her quilt now forsaken;
How they would forever relent:
They never awakened.
Apr 14, 2012
Apr 14, 2012 at 6:41 PM UTC
My feet steadfast upon the soil,
The ground stirs beneath me.
The translucent smoke levitates about,
Seclusion claiming the sublime mountains.
The wooden sovereigns retain indefinite poise,
Exuberant with gleaming white flowers.
Ants traverse the green bridge,
Their mouths opening a seal to new life.
Elegant leaves flutter in the wind,
Their entities obscuring the radiant sun.
An infinite stream flows;
A waterfall is calling to me.
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 10:01 PM UTC
Monotony plagues me,
Parchment dulled with gray;
Alleviation claiming my wishes,
My grasp purporting uniformity.
Eyes desirous,
Heart adamant,
A vista emerges,
Rainbows leaking onto my paper.
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 5:10 PM UTC
Here I stumble
Atop this tower,
Abyssal ground below.
The infinity of sovereigns
Slowly crumbling about me,
Victims plunging towards eternity.
My eyes lay gaze upon my earth,
Its certainty clouded.
Will I descend?
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 11:35 PM UTC
I walk merrily,
My mind filled with glee.
I feel happy,
My cares frivlous and light.
My smile exuberat-no.
How could this...?
My mind.. there iS no serenitY...
I CAnnot calm myself...whY Is this hAPPEning?
I FeeL cold.
Why AM I so WEak?
Nothing can ca-WHERE IS SHE THE WALLS ARE BLEEDING
Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 2:03 AM UTC
I sit here as hell unfolds,
Relentless power encapsulating me.
I cannot bare to watch it;
Yet, all I can do is sit here,
And watch from a useless angle.
Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 10:07 PM UTC
My feelings, swirling about,
Interlocking, changing, altering;
Certainty forever distant.
I contemplate, wondering what they imply.
Yet, I am left to wonder,
What my feelings are telling me.
Sep 13, 2011
Sep 13, 2011 at 3:26 PM UTC
The archaic, dusty hand moves steadily,
Moving upon each slot eloquently, yet,
Uncaring.
Each tick, every second.
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
I feel the emptiness, the absence,
The lack of substance.
My light, it stands before me,
No, it has gone.
Time has stolen it from me,
Taken it from my grasp.
Gone.
Why did it have to go?
I ache, I long for it.
Please, return it to me.
I wish to hold it, savor it, adore it.
Give me more time.
It's never long enough.
Never.
Unless eternity.
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 7:33 PM UTC
Here I lie, my body still.
I stare at the ceiling above me, unmoving.
My eyes shift to you, lying next to me.
Your head resting upon my chest,
Our arms wrapped around each other.
You sleep soundly, your breath calm.
I stroke your head, your hair catching between my fingertips.
My lips delicately touch your head, my heart serene.
I have never felt so calm...
...And happy.
Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 2:01 PM UTC
My soul is restless, uncomforted.
My mind is troubled, agitated.
My body is weary, fatigued.
I am overwhelmed by reality, its stresses excruciating.
Yet, as I cringe at life, there you are.
Lying with me, in my arms.
My soul is invigorated, my mind calmed, my body revived.
Your very presence alleviates my troubles, bringing happiness to my heart.
You have transformed my life into something amazing.
Something...
...truly worth living.
Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 2:01 PM UTC