Some think that a “savage” is a person they don’t understand. But really, beneath the exterior differences, is a potential friend, a brother. How many times have we mislabeled someone as “savage” when we don’t really know anything about them? We miss opportunities to connect with someone who was created as a brother. A friend.
Michelle
I am a savage beast. I know you’re chasing me. Hunting me down. Because your love is more savage than I am. It was before I was. Your love dreamed me. And though you slay me. Though your arrow is through my heart. I will still cry out your name with your arrow in my chest.
kt
It sounded so savage, so raw. The notes were unrefined, like brown sugar, sweet with a strong taste and rough texture. I wanted to consume them, but my lips and tongue tried to recreate the delectable product without the correct ingredients. My lungs were not stiffened and scratched by years of smoke and tar. My teeth weren’t bent or twisted in the right directions–and I had all of them. My lips weren’t chapped or bitten or torn and my voice box hadn’t been strained from screaming matches with parents or exes. So there I was, perfect in health, ill in talent–white sugar tainting the molasses.
Elise Portale
Breathing heavy, he held her close and told her about the sun. He pointed up and, though at first reluctant, she squinted and saw his hot illusion (though not through it). He unzipped himself and, blinded, she had no choice.
He flew at her with a savage growl, and pointed the knife at her throat. She dodged aside just in time, catching him off balance, and knocking him to the ground. Then she ran. She ran like she was in the final few yards of an Olympic race, and she was going for gold.
The savage beasts were almost upon us. We stumbled through the thick grass, running for our lives. As we sprinted across the billowing strands of nature, we spotted a light up ahead. We changed our direction, and started sprinting straight for the light.
community without laws and rules. conformity does not exist. the ability to attack, kill and harm without thought or care for the other being. untamed. wild..
j
okay so this is weird because my best friends last name is savage so that’s what i think of when i hear this word, also my old pe teacher from middle schools name was david savage…savages are like ugly horrible people right? im not really sure i should learn more history it also reminds me of the word sausage i feel like i have an attention disorder but maybe its just because i dont really know what a savage is hmmm….maybe ishould go look it up.
Hannah
Describing the beast as savage would have been too generous; the helpless child could do nothing but stare. He watched the creature tear the doe’s limp body limb from limb and shove the bloody spoils into its terrifying jaws.
The savage beast opened its gigantic mouth and roared. Windows shook and shattered. Lights awakened. Eyes peered through the looking glass into the dark void. Only one thing could be seen.
skye
We are the savage blind bastards of the blind bastards of blind bastards. We are the savages. The savages of the world are what we have become. Savage savages savage the savage land.
Savages. Savages. Barely even humans. But aren’t they the most human of us all. In tune with the wind, and how it softly teases your hair, but beats your cheeks like a drunk lover. Or how the wanter paralyzes your body, but also brings life. Savages. Savages. More human than the ‘civilized’ want to admit.
savage. holocaust. tackling each other for a scrap of meat, forgetting about family and friends, becoming completely animal and instinctual. savage people living in olden times… ok that one sucked. so much for this emotional piece. now this is rambling. how savage of me? no. this doesn’t even make sense
Louisa
“The comtemporary man looks for his savage roots in a different way that his ancestors. Today, his huntings consist on getting the hottest girl at the bar, the gatherings are the achivements in videogames. However, the essence is the same, like he is doomed to repeat the act of hunting and gather, one way or another”
Garden? Ruthless? Amy? Hmm…. seems a rather brutal word to me… Not really sure how else you would decide to use it. I think it’s the “V” in the word that makes it seem harsher than it really is.
A savage, a beast, the name sticks around the corners of Tom’s mind and he never believed it. He never did because he was aware of the pieces of humanity he fostered within himself. He was aware he was still a human. When something snapped, when he changed, and he hurt someone he cared about. That’s when the name weighed heavy around his neck, feeling like a title he can never change.
The wounds are hideous, gashing flowing things, everything stained dark red, flesh tossed about like garbage. The deep lacerations form wild, savage patterns.
Savage Love = great column to read. Dan Savage is way more snarky than any bitch I know. He’s also a fairly engaging guest speaker and has a pretty good podcast too.
sometimes people may find savage in them, which must be both shocking and comforting, for they believe they are civilized, but being savage can feel good, i guess. would we want to get over that?
kaorita
The crossword puzzle was savage this evening, ripping away every tidbit of information I thought I knew. No, the puzzle bit my mind and tore at me, little by little, shredding every ounce of word ego I ever had.
this savage loneliness tears into my heart searching for a partner to do its bidding but none is there
Anita Cruse
She pulled away from the window, drawing the thin lace to cover the glass.
“What is it?” Her sister asked from where she was crouched on the floor, eyes bright with excitement.
“Savages.” She whispered to her sister, bending down. She hiked the edge of her skirt, and pulled the gun from its holster.
Her sister grinned. “How exciting.”
Amai
I felt like the savage in the land of the tame, but I knew that it couldn’t be possible. I may seem like the outcast, the outspoken one, but I knew better. They put on a good mask, but it wasn’t thick enough to hide them from my all-seeing eyes. They were the animals, feeding off of each other. All I could do was sit back and watch, not with amusement in my soul, but a deep pity.
I was walking through the living room, minding my own business. So I thought. He had been drinking again, more than usual this time. He clocked me across the jaw, and starting throwing punches. He gave me the most savage beating of my life. I knew it was time to get out.
Sometimes I feel like a savage and would like to eat whatever is available in this house since I am so hungry. I forage the cupboards and refrigerator for anything to satisfy my raging hunger.
Judy Tucker, NWOET
the savage pain beats at my heart. it thumps and twists and winds around my brain in a death grip. it will not release me. it watches as my breathing goes shallow and my heart beat slows and my pulse is barely visible, and it is glad. the savagery of it all is, i am glad too..
rachel
trees in amazon shelter those many early on called savage. these gentle, connected to the earth folk deserve another word. may their homes always be valued.
I ran at him, feeling so much anger, pain, I felt stronger, the anxiety and adreniline were battling for the power of my feelings. And then I saw myself in his eyes, just another savage. savage.
imissyoudaddy
Savage and wild.
That’s what he said when he pointed her out on the cliffside. I kind of thought he was joking. I kind of hoped, anyway.
How does a girl even know what to do with so many blades? She barely looks even half the weight of the broadsword on her back. But from the slit in her left sleeve, I saw the marks when she dropped by the mess tent.
The entire patch of skin was covered in blue, black and purple dots. Perfect round pinpricks of color.
The Colonel thumped me on the back with a smirk. “I told you, boy.” He laughed. “She’s dangerous. Savage, that one.”
I tried to keep my feelings at bay. I feel like an savage next to her. I miss her; think about her. I also tried to forget her but… alas, unsuccessfully.
The Savage Nation warns you of ‘psychological nudity’…what is that? Ripping away all that covers our thoughts, all the vestiges of humanity that makes us tick? I wonder that every night I hear that phrase, then think to flip the channel because I’m not into being nude driving around in the car.
I wonder how I’d be if I were alive in the days of barbarians and cultural natives who lived for more basic things than the mess of money and life-altering politics and bullshit we have today… I think I’d be even more of a genius not muddled by all of this mess.
I cannot describe your actions. I cannot describe your words. I cannot even look at you, because just knowing you… it hurts.
What are you?
A savage..
Hallie
Hooker meat is the best, why not try some, sir?(: ♥
OhHiTharr.
Ruthless, they ravaged the convenience store. Ransacked the chips and cigarrettes.
Andy
Savage means wild but not in a good way.
It is wild in a way that is not respectful o f life.
It’s odd that early settlers referred to people already here as savages when really, the people who were here apparently were far more respectful of life than the newcomers.
Some think that a “savage” is a person they don’t understand. But really, beneath the exterior differences, is a potential friend, a brother. How many times have we mislabeled someone as “savage” when we don’t really know anything about them? We miss opportunities to connect with someone who was created as a brother. A friend.
I am a savage beast. I know you’re chasing me. Hunting me down. Because your love is more savage than I am. It was before I was. Your love dreamed me. And though you slay me. Though your arrow is through my heart. I will still cry out your name with your arrow in my chest.
It sounded so savage, so raw. The notes were unrefined, like brown sugar, sweet with a strong taste and rough texture. I wanted to consume them, but my lips and tongue tried to recreate the delectable product without the correct ingredients. My lungs were not stiffened and scratched by years of smoke and tar. My teeth weren’t bent or twisted in the right directions–and I had all of them. My lips weren’t chapped or bitten or torn and my voice box hadn’t been strained from screaming matches with parents or exes. So there I was, perfect in health, ill in talent–white sugar tainting the molasses.
Breathing heavy, he held her close and told her about the sun. He pointed up and, though at first reluctant, she squinted and saw his hot illusion (though not through it). He unzipped himself and, blinded, she had no choice.
He flew at her with a savage growl, and pointed the knife at her throat. She dodged aside just in time, catching him off balance, and knocking him to the ground. Then she ran. She ran like she was in the final few yards of an Olympic race, and she was going for gold.
“they’re savages, savages- barely even human. Savages! Savages! Do they even bleed?”
Pocahontas was her favorite Disney movie.
The savage beasts were almost upon us. We stumbled through the thick grass, running for our lives. As we sprinted across the billowing strands of nature, we spotted a light up ahead. We changed our direction, and started sprinting straight for the light.
community without laws and rules. conformity does not exist. the ability to attack, kill and harm without thought or care for the other being. untamed. wild..
okay so this is weird because my best friends last name is savage so that’s what i think of when i hear this word, also my old pe teacher from middle schools name was david savage…savages are like ugly horrible people right? im not really sure i should learn more history it also reminds me of the word sausage i feel like i have an attention disorder but maybe its just because i dont really know what a savage is hmmm….maybe ishould go look it up.
Describing the beast as savage would have been too generous; the helpless child could do nothing but stare. He watched the creature tear the doe’s limp body limb from limb and shove the bloody spoils into its terrifying jaws.
He’s just a savage. A flea-bitten moron who will never understand any of the finer aspects of life.
They didn’t know I was listening. They didn’t know I understood them. They really thought that.
Music soothes the savage beast
Like love does the hearts of man,
But still beneath the calm of still waters
Lies the rage of currents.
Nature is as it is
And nothing more.
The savage beast opened its gigantic mouth and roared. Windows shook and shattered. Lights awakened. Eyes peered through the looking glass into the dark void. Only one thing could be seen.
We are the savage blind bastards of the blind bastards of blind bastards. We are the savages. The savages of the world are what we have become. Savage savages savage the savage land.
Savages. Savages. Barely even humans. But aren’t they the most human of us all. In tune with the wind, and how it softly teases your hair, but beats your cheeks like a drunk lover. Or how the wanter paralyzes your body, but also brings life. Savages. Savages. More human than the ‘civilized’ want to admit.
savage. holocaust. tackling each other for a scrap of meat, forgetting about family and friends, becoming completely animal and instinctual. savage people living in olden times… ok that one sucked. so much for this emotional piece. now this is rambling. how savage of me? no. this doesn’t even make sense
“The comtemporary man looks for his savage roots in a different way that his ancestors. Today, his huntings consist on getting the hottest girl at the bar, the gatherings are the achivements in videogames. However, the essence is the same, like he is doomed to repeat the act of hunting and gather, one way or another”
Garden? Ruthless? Amy? Hmm…. seems a rather brutal word to me… Not really sure how else you would decide to use it. I think it’s the “V” in the word that makes it seem harsher than it really is.
A savage, a beast, the name sticks around the corners of Tom’s mind and he never believed it. He never did because he was aware of the pieces of humanity he fostered within himself. He was aware he was still a human. When something snapped, when he changed, and he hurt someone he cared about. That’s when the name weighed heavy around his neck, feeling like a title he can never change.
The wounds are hideous, gashing flowing things, everything stained dark red, flesh tossed about like garbage. The deep lacerations form wild, savage patterns.
Savage Love = great column to read. Dan Savage is way more snarky than any bitch I know. He’s also a fairly engaging guest speaker and has a pretty good podcast too.
sometimes people may find savage in them, which must be both shocking and comforting, for they believe they are civilized, but being savage can feel good, i guess. would we want to get over that?
The crossword puzzle was savage this evening, ripping away every tidbit of information I thought I knew. No, the puzzle bit my mind and tore at me, little by little, shredding every ounce of word ego I ever had.
this savage loneliness tears into my heart searching for a partner to do its bidding but none is there
She pulled away from the window, drawing the thin lace to cover the glass.
“What is it?” Her sister asked from where she was crouched on the floor, eyes bright with excitement.
“Savages.” She whispered to her sister, bending down. She hiked the edge of her skirt, and pulled the gun from its holster.
Her sister grinned. “How exciting.”
I felt like the savage in the land of the tame, but I knew that it couldn’t be possible. I may seem like the outcast, the outspoken one, but I knew better. They put on a good mask, but it wasn’t thick enough to hide them from my all-seeing eyes. They were the animals, feeding off of each other. All I could do was sit back and watch, not with amusement in my soul, but a deep pity.
I was walking through the living room, minding my own business. So I thought. He had been drinking again, more than usual this time. He clocked me across the jaw, and starting throwing punches. He gave me the most savage beating of my life. I knew it was time to get out.
Sometimes I feel like a savage and would like to eat whatever is available in this house since I am so hungry. I forage the cupboards and refrigerator for anything to satisfy my raging hunger.
the savage pain beats at my heart. it thumps and twists and winds around my brain in a death grip. it will not release me. it watches as my breathing goes shallow and my heart beat slows and my pulse is barely visible, and it is glad. the savagery of it all is, i am glad too..
trees in amazon shelter those many early on called savage. these gentle, connected to the earth folk deserve another word. may their homes always be valued.
I ran at him, feeling so much anger, pain, I felt stronger, the anxiety and adreniline were battling for the power of my feelings. And then I saw myself in his eyes, just another savage. savage.
Savage and wild.
That’s what he said when he pointed her out on the cliffside. I kind of thought he was joking. I kind of hoped, anyway.
How does a girl even know what to do with so many blades? She barely looks even half the weight of the broadsword on her back. But from the slit in her left sleeve, I saw the marks when she dropped by the mess tent.
The entire patch of skin was covered in blue, black and purple dots. Perfect round pinpricks of color.
The Colonel thumped me on the back with a smirk. “I told you, boy.” He laughed. “She’s dangerous. Savage, that one.”
I wondered, if maybe, she’d like to be my friend.
I tried to keep my feelings at bay. I feel like an savage next to her. I miss her; think about her. I also tried to forget her but… alas, unsuccessfully.
ok.
The Savage Nation warns you of ‘psychological nudity’…what is that? Ripping away all that covers our thoughts, all the vestiges of humanity that makes us tick? I wonder that every night I hear that phrase, then think to flip the channel because I’m not into being nude driving around in the car.
I wonder how I’d be if I were alive in the days of barbarians and cultural natives who lived for more basic things than the mess of money and life-altering politics and bullshit we have today… I think I’d be even more of a genius not muddled by all of this mess.
I cannot describe your actions. I cannot describe your words. I cannot even look at you, because just knowing you… it hurts.
What are you?
A savage..
Hooker meat is the best, why not try some, sir?(: ♥
Ruthless, they ravaged the convenience store. Ransacked the chips and cigarrettes.
Savage means wild but not in a good way.
It is wild in a way that is not respectful o f life.
It’s odd that early settlers referred to people already here as savages when really, the people who were here apparently were far more respectful of life than the newcomers.