Savannah Raé ⋅
Her name is Savannah - she Smiles like Georgia, but was born and bred in the heart of Texas.
"How hard can it be?"
Entries 33
Page 1 of 2
Starting Over From The Beginning... in The Write Year #write365
On my journey of rediscovery, I’m learning how to stand still. And in the spirit of NDW, I’m flexing the muscles that allow me to listen in on the heavenly conversations I’ve been tuning out for ...
Saving Her in The Write Year #write365
The time came where I had to sit down, sit still, and reintroduce myself to the child locked far away inside. Here I found a scared little girl - around age 9 or so - sitting on the wall in a da...
Seedling in The Write Year #write365
The room in the back of the house… Where voices sang, talents blossomed And the girl who wanted to take on the world Let her imagination be her guide. She did what her heart desired With an ease ...
Excuse me while I unpack my subconscious. I’ve been living out of its suitcase for 30 years.
Butterfly: A Reflection in Shorts
.#hello30 My chapters of twentsomething brought the slow dissolution of a veil built from anxious combustions and deeply carved crevices of depression. What began as a slow dripping faucet of bli...
Hold Your Breath in Head vs. Heart
You reek of discouragement, Soured confidence seeping from your skin. The tears weighing heavy in your eyes Stinging with pain Hoarding disappointment And stealing your hope. Scrub as you might, ...
Broken Senses in Head vs. Heart
What compels another to say, I want to spend forever with you. I want to give you the world. I want to take care of you. You are my everything. What compels another to see Lovely rather than lose...
Our Pain in Head vs. Heart
As a friend I only want the best for you. I don’t want to see you cry, So, I pray the pain away. But once it’s gone, So are you. You are strong enough to fly now. No need for me anymore…
Choices in Head vs. Heart
You have the choice not to play the game But they have the choice not to choose you
Version 1/1 in Spontaneous Combustion
I write to tell my stories They are a novelty collection I enjoy having my way With words and expression It’s easy to get distracted By the journey of other souls Especially when the appearance i...
Our meeting with death is not always a celebration. And sometimes we don’t understand… Why the good ones? Why the young ones? Why the faithful ones? Why the ones who serve? Only God can detour yo...
Ink flowing from the pen, have your way with the words that shape you. SRO2018
Set yourself free like sixteenth notes running across delicate strings and silver keys. SRO2018
Serpent Tongue in Spontaneous Combustion
Just as the wicked brave their tongue Let us watch with certainty As Karma makes her presence known To remind them of the power they abuse Grab a seat, Watch the strength of unity Deflect the ve...
Shiny Life Syndrome in Spontaneous Combustion
Ooh, shiny! Touch it Hold it Heart eyes Come home with me. Still shiny There’s a special place for you Put you on display Where I can look at you Over and over. I’m tired You’re still where I lef...
TJR in Spontaneous Combustion
Listen: “Focus” - 10 Years Tonight I Miss Our Talks in the back Hallway. I’ve held Yielded feelings ever since. Just One more chat would make me Happy Now. Remind me to tell you All the things I ...
Late Bloomer in Spontaneous Combustion
Be a nerd (I was) Play in the band and get all the girls Be the weird one (I was) Influencing millions and traveling the world Be the pet (I was) Sit in front of the class and ace all the tests...
Runaway - A Short Story in Runaway - A Short Story
The purple haze of night consumes the room at the back of the house. Exhausted from her mind of racing thoughts and sinking hopes, seventeen-year-old Aryadne is lying wide awake. The replay of he...
Involuntary Growth in Spontaneous Combustion
I looked forward to the nights Spent in my room Dancing the night away To all my favorite tunes I liked staying up late Trying to level up Or watching the infomercials Selling knives and…stuff M...
Higher Trust in Spontaneous Combustion
Ol’ Blue Eyes told me To live life my way Take control, create your life Have no regrets on your last day Power is a responsibility Humanity can barely handle Don’t underestimate the tiny flam...
Powerless in Spontaneous Combustion
Listen: “Weak and Powerless” - A Perfect Circle The clouds loom Dark and turbulent above me Raindrops tumble from my eyes Each burdened with the pain from my heart My mind has attacked me With k...
The Show in Spontaneous Combustion
Winding through the lines Dancing to the songs in our headphones Check and double check Clear the line out into the open corridor Tickets in hand We stand in the midst of wanderers Wide-eyed, inq...
The Line in Spontaneous Combustion
The mighty step forward Holding a shield Ensuring safety and peace Among the patrons The line wears thin with every breath Still they rise and stand tall The greater good within them Guiding...
A Perfect Sand-ay in Spontaneous Combustion
The sun makes its debut over the horizon Creeping underneath my eyelids Stirring me awake The cool, ocean breeze washes over us And clashes with the warm radiance underneath me A soft pulse ste...
Worth the Wait in Spontaneous Combustion
Your ringtone stirs me awake That handsome, sleepy face staring back at me Blue eyes, sultry symphonic You get me through night and day I beam from ear to ear And you tell me that I’m beautiful ...
