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 27

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Pretty Little Girl
                      - after Ocean Vuong

Look at her, isn’t she pretty?

Where she’s from, it’s normal to eat fish eyes.

Keep your eyes on her. 

Don’t get too close.

She will soon burst into flames and try to burn you down.

Is this a blurry memory of my dreams or did I dream of someone’s blurry memories?

Oh, I wish she would say something. 

Then I can check that she’s taking deep enough breaths.

That there’s still something left in her little body.

It’s almost like she’s tired of us talking about her.

Why are you crying? 

Oh, no. I’m not drunk, girl. 

I just don’t believe you’ve died. 

The sadness in me ends in her tonight.

- Sappy

~Sappy Daze~ Day 25

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College Ingredients

A hint of spicy imagination (adjust to taste)
Some citrus zesty energy
1 stick of buttering professors up
2 slices of cheesy lines that weren’t very sharp
1 classroom of crushed egos after a final
4 punches from bitter grades
7 shots of sugary drinks
1.5 cups of floored college kids on a Saturday morning

- Sappy

~Sappy Daze~ Day 24

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It Smells of Tears

It’s like setting the world on fire. A fire so strong it sets winter ablaze. 
It’s like melting ice cream. A sweet treat on a miserably hot day that’s 
supposed to make you feel better. Tears are like adding fuel to a car. They 
get you going and going and then you’re going off. But before you can wreak 
the havoc you want you burn out. You quiet down and you wonder where you were 
going. You sniffle and smell fire. You wipe your eyes wet from snow and see 
your body covered in ash. You wonder why you cried. You marvel at how you’re 
still alive.

- Sappy

~Sappy Daze~ Day 23

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often 

those overcome with a sadness so profound embody it 
and write a myth to get lost in perhaps you’ve always 
been a myth for people to latch on to that makes sense 
and sounds like it belongs until there’s a piece of the 
puzzle that no longer fits that until disproven a myth is 
a commonly held belief that’s mistaken for the truth it’s 
a truth that some are often overcome with a sadness so 
profound they embody it it’s a myth that they can only 
embody a profound sadness

- sappy

~Sappy Daze~ Day 22

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Keep Digging 

I caressed the rocks as if I 
were stroking a baby’s head-- 
unwilling, fearful of evoking 
its cries. Even brushing 
the surface made me cringe. 

I closed my eyes, unwilling 
to uncover these ancient 
bones buried deep 
underground for eons. 

Investigating the remains 
of an animal, the truth behind its 
death, and whether it 
was a tragedy or deserved.

- Sappy