THE SAVAGE LOINS OF MY THUNDEROUS BODY REVEALS THE EDGE OF MY FLOW. TO SPEAK OF ITS TENDERNESS IS TO SPEAK OF THE NEVER ENDING LUST OF THE SEA. SAVAGE IS MY FAVOURITE PET, SAVAGE WE BE.
a creature- fierce, violent, uncontrollable. often primitive or uncivilized. but savage most accurately describes the soul of the civilized- waiting to be released upon the first moment of anger, of unfettered rage
Graffiti war paint glows through the dark plantain and vine canopy layers and layers of foliage that hush in the nightblooming cereus air barely stirring but lifting strands of moon glow hair barely to flow like just another dangerous flower in the jungle.
she threw a sugary smile at him, as she had done many times before
to make someone feel special, singled out
her smiles were well traveled, common, and worlthless
when you look a little deeper, you notice that the little beads of sugar lose their shine
in fact, it’s not sugar at all, it’s splenda
and once you look beyond the blue, more into the pupils
you notice something toxic, savage, not sweet
the pickles and broken glass had been cleaned up off the floor. the hairless cat had been put safely upstairs in an empty room. the leak in the ceiling had been fixed. the intolerable mess in the sitting room had been cleaned up. the stench of rotting food had been forced out with perfume and a fan. everyone was in their best clothes. everything was perfect. except…”AAAAHHH!!!” my family screamed in horror as flour, green slime, and toilet paper rained down on them from the balcony above. “YOU LITTLE SAVAGE!!!” my mother yelled. i laughed. Plan B was a success!!!
Don’t brush your hair.
I like things a little messy.
People will judge us.
They think we’re naive.
But it’s what we find in our adventures
that make or break the deal
“I Knew I Loved You Before I Met You” by Savage Garden was playing as the newly married couple shared the first dance before their 200 guests. Everyone was visibly feeling romantic and sentimental – except Lillian. She was playing with the dirt under her fingernails and patiently waiting for the dance to be over so she could cross the room and retrieve her third martini from the open bar.
There were days when the sky was nothing but a tempest, a savage reminder of the beat-up truth and hand-me down love that you promised me, back when the cool of summer nights melted into burning heat asphalt sticking to my skin.
There were days when the sky was nothing but a tempest, a savage remind of the beat-up truth and hand-me down love that you promised me, back when the cool of summer nights melted into burning heat asphalt sticking to my skin.
the way he ripped her heart from her chest
threw it to the ground
and left her to wither and die
was nothing short of savage
but she wasn’t having any of it
she knew she was stronger than that
so she picked up her heart
brushed it off
gave it a kiss
and put it back inside of her
his loss, she said
his loss
look do you see what you a created a savage from your body. a thing that you use each day without really worrying about it. your little gilr is talking to me best to keep her away befor she catches something from me dont want her to be a savage just like me now do you? go and dont worry a savage like me dont last very long in your kind of world.
Most people who saw her figured her to be a savage beast; a mindless, uncontrollable force of destruction but Valerie knew better. She knew that under all the snarls and anger lay a much gentler, passive side.
They’re savages! Savages!
Barely even human
Savages! Savages!
Killers at the core.
They’re different from us,
Which means they can’t be trusted.
We must sound the drums of war.
A savage…savage…savage…is it one who always does things recklessly? That can happen a lot to little kids since they often say things right away without thinking.
tear me apart with your teeth make me forget that i’m human but not that i’m alive, if anything be savage enough to make me understand just how alive i am understand just why i was placed here just why i feel so perfect with you even if being perfect means being a savage for love.
mal, probably get descirbed at a jagure for me they rip through flesh and are fere mostly they attack and have been known to live a wild and free life. Savage can also be a way of feeling when someone hurts you or your feelings
Once I read a book about savagery. Strike that, two books. Maybe three, actually. Who knows, to be honest. All the books I read, they all point to one enemy, and one alone: the human. His savagery. The evil inside. If only it were that simple.
Ohh totally reminds me of Lord of the Flies, by William Golding. In this novel, a group of England’s finest school boys crash-lands on an island in the middle of an ocean. They institute a weak form of government to keep order amongst themselves, but the savage beasts in all of them eventually show, and their true colors come out.
no matter how i try to write about savage, i can’t . IT’S NOT that I can think of it, but because i don’t know what it means. I don’t have time to look up in dictionary because i’m busy writing.
What a native american were called by the white settlers when the settlers were taking over the Indians land. Someone who is not deveoped, they live in a third nation.
You are not stupid, you have merely forgotten how to learn.
You are not dirty, you have simply never felt a reason to be clean.
You are not savage, you were just never loved.
in lord of the flies jack and his tribe become savages they lose themselves because they are stranded on a island with no law they go ballistic they lose who they are Golding when writing the story wanted to show that every one is cable of anything!!
On the beach in the middle of the ocean there was a terrible storm which caused the palm trees to bend over horizontally to the ground. It was a savage storm.
pray, prey, prey upon the weakened hearts of long gone resolve… cast away the subtle and pompous etiquette you’ve gained from before… when we tussle in our heart beats strong the red liquid of power, but also within us a never ending passion
it was the worst thing he’d ever seen the man was lying face down, arms bent at awful angles. He didn’t know what he should do. What on earth had done this to him? Then he saw it. A small, furry dog, it looked cute at first, but as he got closer it started growling, and when it looked at him its eyes glowed red. That was not a dog, it was a savage beast
a person who is dumb and doesn’t know how to act i know some people who are savages you know i had an ex boyfriend he’s such a fucking savage. oh my gosh saveage also means that your’e pretty fricken cool motha fuckaaaaa
He ripped at the flesh, touching each fleshy bit with his rough fingers, and threw it off into the distance. The pack of wolves just outside the area rushed the discarded piece, gnawing on the fat and pushing each other out of the way.
Looking out the window, I noticed the savage approaching. he was most unlike anything i had ever seen before. Crouching low and with spear in his hand, he was after my small dog that was asleep at his kennel. Just what was his intention?
I am not a savage. I pick up a book. I learn, I grow, I change, I experience. I allow myself to see the world as something more than just what I’m told or what I’m taught. I am more than a savage because even though I’ve been called one for years, I choose not to be. A noble savage is not a compliment. It is a theory that is just as devastating as any other that is posed lessening the capability of man to be more than what we were.
you are a beast with no regrets. you live and let die. so they say. you never look back, say what you want. i want to see the softer side of savage. when your eyes meet mine in perfect harmony and calm. love me always, you savage hope of lifeless romance
Little children we were, covered in mud from our outdoor games, ran through the sprinkler, and one by one turned from untamed savages to rain-kissed beauties.
ripping and tearing and sharing but not with intention we were shredding and smearing it all over the surface but the hunger was insatiable
I dunno. This word just make me unhappy. I don’t really wanna….
THE SAVAGE LOINS OF MY THUNDEROUS BODY REVEALS THE EDGE OF MY FLOW. TO SPEAK OF ITS TENDERNESS IS TO SPEAK OF THE NEVER ENDING LUST OF THE SEA. SAVAGE IS MY FAVOURITE PET, SAVAGE WE BE.
a creature- fierce, violent, uncontrollable. often primitive or uncivilized. but savage most accurately describes the soul of the civilized- waiting to be released upon the first moment of anger, of unfettered rage
Graffiti war paint glows through the dark plantain and vine canopy layers and layers of foliage that hush in the nightblooming cereus air barely stirring but lifting strands of moon glow hair barely to flow like just another dangerous flower in the jungle.
she threw a sugary smile at him, as she had done many times before
to make someone feel special, singled out
her smiles were well traveled, common, and worlthless
when you look a little deeper, you notice that the little beads of sugar lose their shine
in fact, it’s not sugar at all, it’s splenda
and once you look beyond the blue, more into the pupils
you notice something toxic, savage, not sweet
the pickles and broken glass had been cleaned up off the floor. the hairless cat had been put safely upstairs in an empty room. the leak in the ceiling had been fixed. the intolerable mess in the sitting room had been cleaned up. the stench of rotting food had been forced out with perfume and a fan. everyone was in their best clothes. everything was perfect. except…”AAAAHHH!!!” my family screamed in horror as flour, green slime, and toilet paper rained down on them from the balcony above. “YOU LITTLE SAVAGE!!!” my mother yelled. i laughed. Plan B was a success!!!
Don’t brush your hair.
I like things a little messy.
People will judge us.
They think we’re naive.
But it’s what we find in our adventures
that make or break the deal
“I Knew I Loved You Before I Met You” by Savage Garden was playing as the newly married couple shared the first dance before their 200 guests. Everyone was visibly feeling romantic and sentimental – except Lillian. She was playing with the dirt under her fingernails and patiently waiting for the dance to be over so she could cross the room and retrieve her third martini from the open bar.
There were days when the sky was nothing but a tempest, a savage reminder of the beat-up truth and hand-me down love that you promised me, back when the cool of summer nights melted into burning heat asphalt sticking to my skin.
There were days when the sky was nothing but a tempest, a savage remind of the beat-up truth and hand-me down love that you promised me, back when the cool of summer nights melted into burning heat asphalt sticking to my skin.
the way he ripped her heart from her chest
threw it to the ground
and left her to wither and die
was nothing short of savage
but she wasn’t having any of it
she knew she was stronger than that
so she picked up her heart
brushed it off
gave it a kiss
and put it back inside of her
his loss, she said
his loss
look do you see what you a created a savage from your body. a thing that you use each day without really worrying about it. your little gilr is talking to me best to keep her away befor she catches something from me dont want her to be a savage just like me now do you? go and dont worry a savage like me dont last very long in your kind of world.
A bear. Power, fighing. Raging. Easy to spell.
Most people who saw her figured her to be a savage beast; a mindless, uncontrollable force of destruction but Valerie knew better. She knew that under all the snarls and anger lay a much gentler, passive side.
They’re savages! Savages!
Barely even human
Savages! Savages!
Killers at the core.
They’re different from us,
Which means they can’t be trusted.
We must sound the drums of war.
Don’t think, just right. Problem is I need to think to formulate thoughts before I write. Savage? Nothing comes to mind. Cabbage?
A savage…savage…savage…is it one who always does things recklessly? That can happen a lot to little kids since they often say things right away without thinking.
tear me apart with your teeth make me forget that i’m human but not that i’m alive, if anything be savage enough to make me understand just how alive i am understand just why i was placed here just why i feel so perfect with you even if being perfect means being a savage for love.
mal, probably get descirbed at a jagure for me they rip through flesh and are fere mostly they attack and have been known to live a wild and free life. Savage can also be a way of feeling when someone hurts you or your feelings
“They’re all savages,” she thought, staring at the small group of natives that had come, curiously, to scope out the settlers.
“Look at those savages,” one of the natives whispered to his brother. “Watch them invade our lands with their hostile ways.”
Once I read a book about savagery. Strike that, two books. Maybe three, actually. Who knows, to be honest. All the books I read, they all point to one enemy, and one alone: the human. His savagery. The evil inside. If only it were that simple.
Ohh totally reminds me of Lord of the Flies, by William Golding. In this novel, a group of England’s finest school boys crash-lands on an island in the middle of an ocean. They institute a weak form of government to keep order amongst themselves, but the savage beasts in all of them eventually show, and their true colors come out.
no matter how i try to write about savage, i can’t . IT’S NOT that I can think of it, but because i don’t know what it means. I don’t have time to look up in dictionary because i’m busy writing.
How many syllables is 27, exactly? What savage professor would prescribe this punishment?
What a native american were called by the white settlers when the settlers were taking over the Indians land. Someone who is not deveoped, they live in a third nation.
You are not stupid, you have merely forgotten how to learn.
You are not dirty, you have simply never felt a reason to be clean.
You are not savage, you were just never loved.
in lord of the flies jack and his tribe become savages they lose themselves because they are stranded on a island with no law they go ballistic they lose who they are Golding when writing the story wanted to show that every one is cable of anything!!
I crouch like a intruder
would consider a savage
down the river’s bank.
Crush rocks for war paint, the new identity
banks of mossy bends.
On the beach in the middle of the ocean there was a terrible storm which caused the palm trees to bend over horizontally to the ground. It was a savage storm.
Teeth scraping my neck.
Biting and twisting skin.
Sending me to heaven,
and hell.
Savagely scraping
your nails across my back.
Drawing me nearer,
but I’m still so distant.
Snarling noises escape
from out mouthes.
Violent passion unfolding,
exposing who we really are.
pray, prey, prey upon the weakened hearts of long gone resolve… cast away the subtle and pompous etiquette you’ve gained from before… when we tussle in our heart beats strong the red liquid of power, but also within us a never ending passion
it was the worst thing he’d ever seen the man was lying face down, arms bent at awful angles. He didn’t know what he should do. What on earth had done this to him? Then he saw it. A small, furry dog, it looked cute at first, but as he got closer it started growling, and when it looked at him its eyes glowed red. That was not a dog, it was a savage beast
a person who is dumb and doesn’t know how to act i know some people who are savages you know i had an ex boyfriend he’s such a fucking savage. oh my gosh saveage also means that your’e pretty fricken cool motha fuckaaaaa
He ripped at the flesh, touching each fleshy bit with his rough fingers, and threw it off into the distance. The pack of wolves just outside the area rushed the discarded piece, gnawing on the fat and pushing each other out of the way.
Looking out the window, I noticed the savage approaching. he was most unlike anything i had ever seen before. Crouching low and with spear in his hand, he was after my small dog that was asleep at his kennel. Just what was his intention?
I am not a savage. I pick up a book. I learn, I grow, I change, I experience. I allow myself to see the world as something more than just what I’m told or what I’m taught. I am more than a savage because even though I’ve been called one for years, I choose not to be. A noble savage is not a compliment. It is a theory that is just as devastating as any other that is posed lessening the capability of man to be more than what we were.
you are a beast with no regrets. you live and let die. so they say. you never look back, say what you want. i want to see the softer side of savage. when your eyes meet mine in perfect harmony and calm. love me always, you savage hope of lifeless romance
primitive, mean, ruthless, dirty, grime, harsh, survival, fearce, old, fight, indian
Little children we were, covered in mud from our outdoor games, ran through the sprinkler, and one by one turned from untamed savages to rain-kissed beauties.