SerenitySavage

Moving forward I am only matching Energy I receive  So if you don’t  Like something you see I suggest you get The glass cleaner Wipe away the streaks Of your toothpaste spittle And take a deep look Into that mirror I am holding  In front of your face

I will bother to write because Andrea Gibson no longer can. Their voice is gone from this plane, but mine still has some air in it. Andrea wrote these poignant words shortly before they passed.  "Dying is the opposite of leaving. I want to echo it through the corridor of your temples. I am more with you than I ever was before." "I am more here than I ever was before. I am more with you than I could have imagined." "I decided I was too soft to last. But then I decided to be even softer." "You keep worrying you're taking up too much space. I wish you'd let yourself be the Milky Way." "Andrea would want you to know that they got their wish. In the end, their heart was covered in stretch marks." My social media feed is filled with Andrea's words. They touched more people than they could ever have imagined. Their voice will ring in our ears for years to come. Endlessly. Perfectly. I am so fortunate to have walked the Earth at the...

The other night at work, this customer handed me his card and told me he had just written a novel and that if I was an avid reader, I should look him up. I told him I was a writer myself and I would definitely check out his work. I will refer to this guy as Chris to protect his identity. When I got home, I scanned the QR code on the card and it brought up his website. The first two sentences were all I needed to read. "Chris is not your average author. An IT professional channeling cutting-edge artificial intelligence  into breathtaking narratives, Chris is redefining modern storytelling." In other words, this guy put together a 350 plus page "novel' using AI. Now I am sure it took some effort, assuming he formatted and proof read the story himself. I am not trying to shit on this guy's parade. I am sure he is proud of the work he has done, as he should be. However, this type of thing makes me want to give up on my writing. For the past decade, I have worked dili...

Yesterday, July 14, 2025, one of my favorite poets took their last breath on this Earth. Andrea Gibson's voice was silenced by the ovarian cancer she had battled since 2021. Also yesterday, I was able to receive my expensive Crohn's Disease medication that has kept my illness in remission for the past couple of years. I had to fight extra this time to get my prescription. It took me about ten phone calls over the course of two weeks for Blue Cross to sign off on this atrociously expensive medication. I was 6 days late getting it. It was an anxiety causing fight, but in the end, I was able to get my Stelara injection , 90 miligrams of medicine that gives me a decent quality of life. Why am I spared? Why is Andrea gone, this wonderful weaver of words that I could never compare to? Their condition had no medicine strong enough to eradicate it, but so far mine does. Andrea's endlessly inspirational voice has been cut short. So what will I do with mine?

You guys want to know how aggravatingly difficult it is to be chronically sick in America? I have done it more than once, but let me tell you again. For the past two years, I have been on Stelara injections every 8 weeks for my Crohn’s disease. I am currently in remission thanks to the help of this drug that is priced at over $20,000 for a single 90mg shot. Take note that I said I have been on this drug for two years. I am due my next injection tomorrow. Last week I called the hospital pharmacy because they had not called me yet to refill the medication. I was told that the insurance is requiring another pre authorization in order to fill the script. They don’t just process these astronomically priced drugs unless they get insurance approval first. Forget the fact that the prescription itself is a pre authorization from the doctor. She says I need it, so what is the problem? The problem is that these fucks want to make it harder for me, they want me to give up. I spent 45 minutes on th...

I have come to the conclusion That misery is my soul mate I have tried countless times  To break up with it Or move away Only to find that it always  Ends up at my feet  Groveling for my attention It’s wretched fingers  Intertwine with mine And it drags me down Again and again It’s a never ending constant So maybe I should stop fighting it Come to terms with the fact That misery might be my greatest legacy Love it as it has loved me

I keep the men in my closet  Wrapped up in weatherproof bags They drape from hangers No one has touched in years I have my favorites  Fancy formal dresses  That get worn just once A bridal gown drags the ground Locked away in its white body bag  Amongst memories best forgotten  Then there are the insignificant Testosterone tidbits  Scraped from the bottom of my shoes  That litter the floor of my closet I should really vacuum those out Boxes of pieces that no longer fit I’m just too damn sentimental  To dump them off at the thrift  I haven’t bought anything new in a while The Italian stitching and exotic fabrics Really did a number on my style 

Would you like to read a funny little story? It’s about this disgusting filthy bug that I found. I think you’ll find it worth the read, because I definitely found it worth the write. I’ve worked in the restaurant business all my life. I started out as a hostess and later my ex husband and I owned a couple, but these days I’m just a server. One night I waited on this sweet little family that had just moved into town, a couple and their two young sons. They really ended up loving the restaurant and would later return many times. After my divorce, I have thrown myself into the online dating pool pit a few times. I’d have to go out in public to meet anybody any other way and there’s just a bunch of people out there. Ewww. Anyway, one day I was on Tinder and guess who I saw? None other than the man from that sweet family I waited on a few days before. The guy is gross, far from my type, but I decided I would try and match with him, which I did immediately. That’s when it became fun. So this...

  Crohn’s disease is a devastating inflammatory bowel disease that can affect any part of the digestive tract. The basic clinical symptoms include abdominal pain, diarrhea (with or without blood) and weight loss. These three main symptoms can be caused by numerous other ailments and diseases so it is quite difficult to get an accurate diagnosis straight away. It often comes from a painful process of elimination, (pun completely intended.)  There is an intricate variety of other ailments that travel hand in hand with Crohn’s Disease. These can include joint pain and arthritis, mouth sores, skin rashes and psoriasis, extreme fatigue, kidney stones, anemia, abscesses and eye inflammation. Bowel obstructions and cancer are the most dangerous occurrences associated with this disease. The precise cause of Crohn’s Disease is unknown. It is believed to be caused by a mixture of environmental, genetic, immune, and bacterial factors. Stress is definitely a trigger. My Crohn’s didn’t b...

This is the first thing I saw this morning and I have been agitated ever since. Republican men CONFIDENTLY wrote and sponsored this bill. It only lacked 9 votes from being passed. This coming just as my ten year old daughter finds a love for basketball. What we really need is a bill mandating genital inspections of the members of the House and Senate to see who might actually have the balls to stand up to this shit. Now he wants to ban protests. He wants to take our voice. Women’s voices. Voices with foreign accents(except his mail order bride). LGBTQ voices. He’s threatening universities financially if they allow protests. I’d rather die than bow down to that raping tang tinted ape. That halfwitted bag of rotten monkey piss could mutilate and dismember their great grandma and they would just say it was her time to go. As I’ve said before and I’ll keep saying, there is no low they will not support. He can do whatever he wants and as long as he’s hateful about it, they don’t fucking car...

Rapey rapers gotta stick together. These fucking weasels believe they are the pinnacle of masculinity. This is just a way for Trump to further try and intimidate women. Gentlemen, if you are not combative of these ultra macho types of men, you are part of the problem.

I am the masticated remains Of all the people  That have munched me up  And regurgitated me out So forgive me if I am no longer Appetizing to you The next one to try and take a bite Will surely choke on my gristle

 Must be tremendous to be He who orders executively The leader, the Potus, the boss Winning instantly becomes a loss Has to be paramount to be the man With no apparent purpose or plan Repeal. No deal. Whatever he feels This fancy rat continually squeals Isn't it magnanimous to be A fool fueled by ego driven lunacy Crying fraud left and right Twittering like a turkey all night Truly it's so rewarding to be A lieutenant boasting authority Dripping greed like beads of sweat The entire world wears a frown of regret How comforting it must be To have the support of the wannabe Nazis Fire and fury at your fingertips Hate and ignorance fall from your lips Is it ever so satisfying to see The chief ambassador of wars yet to be The shirtless Russian's bent over puppet Tooting his own horn like a worn out Trumpet Does it trip the world's trigger To play Russian roulette with the Korean dictator These three little men with all their vigor Out to prove which ones unit is bigger How v...

All you need is your own fire Teach those flames how to reach Never ignore your demons Keep them on a thin leash  Feed them graciously  Give them special treats  Stop trying to keep them meek Attach them to the pit of your heart So they never miss a beat Don’t let them keep you quiet Learn to use them when you speak

What do you do when you’ve unpacked all your trauma? You’ve folded it all neatly and put it away. Donated what you no longer need. Now what? Why is this suitcase still chained to my ankle?

I’ve decided to just continue along with my quest to add more beauty into this world. It’s not my responsibility to bring the ugly to light, it will do that all by itself, even though I’m pretty good at articulating it. Nobody that could actually do anything about the issues I’m concerned with gives a shit anyway, so what’s the point? I should just forget it and get over the fact that America elected a rapist for their president, right? I should just stop crying about it and move on, right? Well here you go America. Here’s a fistful of flowers with a hearty fuck you behind it. I’m sure you’ll get exactly what you deserve, one way or another.

It wasn’t planned. My first born son was just a toddler, not even two yet. I was pregnant again. I remember this overwhelming feeling of fear when I first found out. I was not prepared for another baby so soon and wasn’t even sure at that point in my life if I wanted to have more than one child. At the first gynecologist appointment, everything appeared fine. A healthy heartbeat was detected. I was given pictures of the ultrasound. A due date was set. I was trying to come to terms with having another child so soon after the first. A couple of weeks later, when I was approximately eight or nine weeks along, I became sick. I’m not sure if it was a virus or food poisoning, but it caused me to vomit so violently that I started to bleed. I knew something was wrong. I scheduled a follow up gynecological appointment. The ultrasound technician had to call the doctor into the room. They could no longer detect a fetal heartbeat. My doctor looked at the ultrasound screen and said, “The brai...

Look at this man. Can you see the shame in his eyes? I can. That’s the look of a man that abandoned 5 children in the United States only to flee the country, running away from all of his business and personal responsibilities, just to start a third family in some carefree gorgeous paradise.  That’s the look of a man that owes my three children and I over $72,000 in back child support and alimony. Not to mention how much he owes to the girl he cheated on me with for the two kids he spawned with her. On a side note, I wonder how she feels about him these days? Doesn’t this man look proud? Just look at him! This 40 plus year old man dressing and acting like he’s still in his 20’s. He’s still so vivid and virile! He has to be in order to keep up with that pretty little young thing he has impregnated. I am highly doubtful  she is even out of her 20’s. She didn’t like the fact that I posted this photo of their new happy family on my social media stories a few days ago, so I decided ...

I see myself As a constellation  A series of stars  Aligned just right  All you want to do Is stare into my night I see myself  As the moon With permanent tears in my eyes  Trying to hide  From the people  That worship the sky

I would never tear you to pieces  But I might pulverize whatever is left