Author: Sappy

Hello, thank you for checking out my page! I'm Sappy, a senior majoring in creative writing with a focus on poetry. ~Sappy Daze~ is a collection of weekly poems that peeks into how Sappy passes the days in a daze (._.) I hope you enjoy :D

~Sappy Daze~ Day 17

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From A Poor Secret Admirer Probably 

I’m determined to become rich 
with loving memories of you and I.

Unlike money, love can’t be measured, 
so prove you love me 
with a savings account 
of romantic adventures:

Front-row seats to a symphony 
of your snores and whispers. 

A limited edition perfume 
of your morning breath. 

A proposal so sweet 
it’s topped off with a ring pop. 

A honeymoon lavishly decorated 
with your goofy smile.

Yes, I confess I’m a gold digger. 
I’m greedy to live a broke life with unbroken love.

If you’re okay with that, 
won’t you be my lover, 
my clearance aisle breadwinner?

- Sappy

~Sappy Daze~ Day 16

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From Your Secret Admirer Probably

I like your smile:
the way it crinkles your eyes at the end
like an elderly person’s 
despite your youthful face. 

It makes me dream 
we’ll grow old together,
like your overworn white tee 
that I wore too:
I liked how the shirt smelled of you.

Your scent makes me hungry.

I can keep my hunger at bay by listening 
to my favorite piece on repeat: 
a cacophony of a symphony 
performed by our starving bodies. 
The melody of our groans and 
the rich vibrato of our stomachs
harmonize beautifully. Our laughter: 
the percussive and catchy beat.

I think we should become music majors. 

That way our starvation for 
one another will forever 
play in a cannon 
more famous than D.

- Sappy

~Sappy Daze~ Day 15

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The First of Many Love Poems 

We should make love in a bed 
of ticklish holly and narcissus; 
that way our child will be joyful
-ly lacking your lack of self-esteem.

I wish you could see how I see you, 
especially with my rosy forget-me-
not tinted irises. That way you’ll know 
our time together has & will always grow 
eternally, though our bodies age annually.

- Sappy

~Sappy Daze~ Day 13

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I Took a Picture 

of an old lady 
taking a picture, 
in awe
of a naked tree. 
That tree attracted 
her admiration 
because 
it was stripped 
of its bark
is what I 
thought, until I 
realized that 
tree was 
just like that, 
and not diseased or 
traumatized. 
Did the old lady 
taking a picture 
know that? Maybe I 
never actually 
took a picture. I 
can’t remember, but I 
remember wanting 
to, and if I 
had actually 
took a picture, 
I deleted it 
right away.
I remember wondering 
if it was creepy 
of me to 
take a picture 
of the old lady, 
too, but what I 
took a picture of 
was her 
taking a picture.

- Sappy

~Sappy Daze~ Day 12

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PMS 

Pardon my speech. As a 
poor, malfunctioning soul,
pleasantries might not suffice as I 
pacify this major s*** of a time.

Pre-menstrual symptoms 
popularly include munchies--
pizza and milk-chocolate-coated strawberries. 
Problematically, my sanity is 
progressively missing, so
please my satiations and 
perhaps I might sincerely 
produce my pretty smile.

- Sappy