<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[TylerSaffell]]></title><description><![CDATA[TylerSaffell]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2026 22:08:02 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.tylersaffell.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Inside Out]]></title><description><![CDATA[Inside I’d be empty if not for this doubt. I’ve tried more than plenty to just pour it out. It sticks, and it stains, it refuses to pour. It hurts, and it pains, and I want it no more. But how can I empty this doubt and be free, when plenty of empty still lingers in me?]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/post/inside-out</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f9199b7c961ad0b9fbc706</guid><category><![CDATA[Reflections]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2026 22:16:08 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/68582f_dfede4d0b2d54eaf859cf7a5f3efceb1~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tsaffell3</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Muse]]></title><description><![CDATA[I hear your cosmic frequency and feel you through the verse. Receiving all your signals here, at 30 megahertz. I listen closely, feel your vibes, and hear you when you speak. We resonate together now in something that’s unique. The fabrics that we stitch together spread through all of time, but they were always our creations, never were they mine.]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/post/_muse</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f918e3b27e981e27c53313</guid><category><![CDATA[Reflections]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2026 22:10:47 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/68582f_6a81cd331aed49f093ed3352de8d040b~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tsaffell3</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fork]]></title><description><![CDATA[When you come to a fork in the road if intentions are not clearly known. By letting go fear a path will appear to guide you along your way home. Fork was originally published in the Tiny Seed Literary Journal.]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/post/_fork</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f8df1d7b1c42fb24fb31d7</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2026 18:05:38 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/68582f_b86380349b4a40df82df80af3d78c4c7~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tsaffell3</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Uneven and Inclined]]></title><description><![CDATA[I used to be the number Nine (uneven orbit, and inclined). But over time, so much had changed. To redefine, left me estranged. A core of rock, and crust of ice, crevasses deep that cut and slice. An atmosphere that comes and goes, and fields of magnets no one knows. My heart I bare for all to see, throughout the system, cosmically. But still, a planet I am not... A lonely object you forgot. Until the day a poet said, with passion, vigor, as he bled; A planet thou no longer art, though orbit,...]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/post/uneven-and-inclined</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f772b36d919e5ce86adbbe</guid><category><![CDATA[The Cosmos]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 16:07:17 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/68582f_f5858b04ceb54c0d81ac8e3cc1dfbfd4~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tsaffell3</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Bond]]></title><description><![CDATA[When I was just a speck of dust and floating through the verse, I dreamed that I'd become a planet, vast and more diverse. As luck would have it, there I grew— and grew, and grew, and grew— embracing all this “gravitation,” now I’m round and blue. Across my surface flows a liquid integral to life, and as it spreads it cuts through rock, and slices like a knife. It nourishes organic compounds energized by light a rather simple molecule with rather complex might. Without this liquid flowing...]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/post/the-bond</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f7728d90b4365cb865c011</guid><category><![CDATA[The Cosmos]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 16:06:41 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/68582f_0ec4ebe69bea47a4b8dfc507a9b77707~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tsaffell3</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[To Be]]></title><description><![CDATA[We wilt, we suffer, we burn, and stumble. We melt, we break, believe, and crumble. We lie, we cheat, pretend, and deceive. We damage, we rust, we tear, and unweave. We shatter like glass, then dissolve into sand. But it’s all so beautiful once we understand.]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/post/to-be</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f772662272bc084d44a787</guid><category><![CDATA[Reflections]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 16:06:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/68582f_831b91a91c18493799875d206b5a640f~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tsaffell3</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Boxes and Blackholes]]></title><description><![CDATA[Within my mind exists a place with pink and blue Dalmatians. Where noble knights stand up to fight, decreed emancipation. Where I can fly a cardboard box and master aviation. And sore beyond the stratosphere in full perpetuation. A place where I can be a star within a constellation. Or maybe even be a spell, a wizard’s conjuration. Where I can draw a masterpiece to help spark inspiration, then hang it up upon a wall, an Escher tessellation. A place to do just anything in any situation, like...]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/post/boxes-and-blackholes</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f772467b1c42fb24f843b9</guid><category><![CDATA[Reflections]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 16:05:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/68582f_c5259723240d4125b99983a88c56a6fb~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tsaffell3</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sanctuary]]></title><description><![CDATA[When we were all but seedlings and the world was still brand new, the skies were never dark for me and that’s because of you. The winds were never cold for me no matter where they blew. And nor the sun too hot for me without the morning dew. The clouds were never gray for me their colors always true. The bees were always kind to me, the other insect’s too. The love I found surrounding me was something that I knew was all because you grew with me as I grew there with you.]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/post/sanctuary</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f7720c5caf4ed272b7c598</guid><category><![CDATA[Reflections]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 16:04:31 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/68582f_c6fdc484e6a6487eb7b64e2524b63829~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tsaffell3</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Bloom]]></title><description><![CDATA[We hold perfection in our hands but never questioned why, as beautiful these flowers are we’d rather watch them die.]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/post/bloom</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f771e590b4365cb865bebd</guid><category><![CDATA[Short n Sweet]]></category><category><![CDATA[Reflections]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 16:03:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/68582f_d5ed5ff9d484465aabf04d5b33dc8cfc~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tsaffell3</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Embrace]]></title><description><![CDATA[I’ve denied this fact for far too long, but now, I clearly see. All I want is to embrace the darkness while someone else embraces me.]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/post/embrace</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f771862272bc084d44a5ce</guid><category><![CDATA[Short n Sweet]]></category><category><![CDATA[Reflections]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 16:02:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/68582f_91b7d78ba20042e99489babe2a408d34~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tsaffell3</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Air]]></title><description><![CDATA[My soul begins to resonate when thoughts of you perpetuate. I sense the eyes that gravitate and force my mind to concentrate. I only slightly hesitate before I start to orchestrate a stunning wave that I’ll create to fill the air and propagate. The mood I wish to cultivate is something to appreciate. With this I mean to implicate to you my life I’ll dedicate.]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/post/__air</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f771606d919e5ce86ad914</guid><category><![CDATA[Reflections]]></category><category><![CDATA[Short n Sweet]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 16:01:37 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/68582f_2e6331d1ca234c008013f48d29149232~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tsaffell3</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Incubus]]></title><description><![CDATA[Within the darkness there she lies afraid to sleep or dream, the little girl who's all alone and hears the demon's scream. He quickly binds her when he finds her, hides behind a guise. A precious little girl you are, now listen to my cries. He speaks the words sardonically, prepares to take her soul. She cannot move, she's paralyzed; no longer in control. The demon's grin is cunning, and she wants to scream and shout. She tries with all her might to yell, but nothing will come out. She panics...]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/post/incubus</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f770785caf4ed272b7c2a1</guid><category><![CDATA[Tales]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 15:57:46 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/68582f_8c0fc0dc3584459c9d4ab15f9b0d9fd9~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tsaffell3</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Paperback]]></title><description><![CDATA[Inside this room I’m sitting here reflecting on myself. The only tattered, lonely book that’s lying on a shelf. The one you never came to hold, and so, you overlooked. The one you never came to read, and so, I never hooked. The one that never came to be a prize or idolized. The one that still contains its secrets and all of its lies. But now you see the trouble is that all the words are gone. I’m nothing but a flightless bird, a useless paper swan. So, if there’s nothing left within this book...]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/post/paperback</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f76f2d5caf4ed272b7c04d</guid><category><![CDATA[Reflections]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 15:52:14 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/68582f_0f01df7cd3e642feabc200aa3389be14~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tsaffell3</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Giants in the Sky]]></title><description><![CDATA[We look up toward the heavens, and see them floating by. We have come to know them as Giants in the Sky. They mesmerize and hypnotize, and make us feel so small. But they exist within us, everyone and all. Some have come to call them gods these distant burning fires. And all our souls can be set free within these giant pyres. They have their own mythology that spans through all of time. The Alpha and Omega, and the ever-perfect Prime. It doesn’t matter what you call them or what you believe....]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/post/giants-in-the-sky</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f76efa2272bc084d44a103</guid><category><![CDATA[The Cosmos]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 15:51:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/68582f_21a0da0ffee7427b946aa1c5a8ec615b~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tsaffell3</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Tethered]]></title><description><![CDATA[I sit upon a nimble branch a sparrow just pretending. I see a path in front of me that’s narrow, never-ending. I contemplate what I should do; a bird just comprehending the evil songs sung in the night with words so condescending. Liar! Cheater! Freak of nature! These tether me intending to take the air from under me, a feather left descending. So here I sit all by myself alone and recommending another song to listen to this tone is too offending. The singing stings and penetrates, and...]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/post/tethered</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f76ed47b1c42fb24f83d85</guid><category><![CDATA[Reflections]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 15:50:46 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/68582f_ce77307e303b42d3a096e1028220051c~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tsaffell3</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Perspective]]></title><description><![CDATA[Within what we perceive to be the tiny exists a reality so vast and so diverse, for a single blade of grass is a galaxy and a lawn the universe.]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/post/perspective</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f76e9b7b1c42fb24f83d16</guid><category><![CDATA[Short n Sweet]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 15:49:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/68582f_77056fb1c8b440abab2239ec029cb70c~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tsaffell3</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Anxiety]]></title><description><![CDATA[The more that I think it, the more that it scare me. The more that I do it, the more it prepares me.]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/post/anxiet</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f76d6d6d919e5ce86ad154</guid><category><![CDATA[Short n Sweet]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 15:44:47 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/68582f_f2b43be90ee74880a2acbd9c7a0dec67~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tsaffell3</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lessons]]></title><description><![CDATA[I once had a teacher who never once taught. And yet, from that teacher, I learned a whole lot.]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/post/lessons</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f76d335caf4ed272b7bc4d</guid><category><![CDATA[Short n Sweet]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 15:43:49 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/68582f_6d6377212e7f4d659940ce1882609e2d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tsaffell3</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Tulips]]></title><description><![CDATA[She once was a flower held firm in my grip. And still to this hour my favorite two lips.]]></description><link>https://www.tylersaffell.com/post/tulips</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f76baf5caf4ed272b7b936</guid><category><![CDATA[Short n Sweet]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 15:42:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/68582f_0fbe08576b274eccb5e5375549af6214~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>tsaffell3</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>