Author: Sappy

Hello! I'm Sappy, a Junior majoring in Creative Writing with a focus on poetry. Most of what inspires me comes from life experiences, which is actually what inspired the title of my series. ~Sappy Daze~ is a collection of weekly poems that peeks into how Sappy passes the days with a sappy daze (._.) Though writing is my main art form, I'm also interested in music, drawing, and film. I've written reviews for musicals and concerts on campus as a writer for art[seen]. I created an Instagram (@sappy._.daze) for the poetry I'll post here. Thank you for checking out my page! I hope you enjoy :D

~Sappy Daze~ Day 9

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I Bet Your Parents Made Love in a Bed 

of bright marigolds and cosmos. 
That would explain your innate 
stubbornness, like when you sprouted 
in May, too eager 

to grant your mother
the sweet poison of a lily 
of the valley, 
which is motherhood.

Although it’s not as beautiful as 
the red tulip she raised, I hope 
she likes the hydrangeas I gave. 

I’ve been wanting to gift more.

While their brilliant red still 
doesn’t compare to the adorable 
pink blooming on you, 

Look, the carnations we planted 
have beautifully bloomed. I’m 
determined to grow peonies with 
you, too. I’ve already decided that 

when I lie in my deathbed, nobody shall 
give me white lilies. Instead, they’ll 
give me poppies, for the wound you left 
when you left me: 

Its medicine will grant me peace in death, 
just like the peace your lavender gave me.

- Sappy

~Sappy Daze~ Day 8

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This poem was selected for PoetTreeTown2023

I know I’m indecisive, but I think I know how I feel.

I feel just a little confused, but I know how I feel, I think.

I think I feel too much, I know.

This is just how I am.

I am, I believe, how I like.

I feel like I think I know I am how I like, I believe.

- Sappy

~Sappy Daze~ Day 7

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This poem has been posted outside Avalon Cafe & Bakery for PoetTreeTown2024

Longitude

To see past the horizon,
your poker face 
blocking the farthest secrets, 
is what I wish upon a star. 

No matter the angle, 
your one-sidedness makes me 
curious about your constellation 
of 88 thoughts. 

Are you a Scorpio?

I examine telescopically, but 
the milky way, the nebulas in 
your eyes draw me
over the moon, 
and the slightest glance away 
carries seasonal depression.

So before this unknowing atmosphere suffocates me, 
although my heart beating ultraviolet already is, 
I’m confessing out of the blue.

- Sappy

~Sappy Daze~ Day 6

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On Reserve

I’m not very well-read. Especially 
when it comes to you. You’re a 
closed book, whereas I belong in 
the children’s section. Thankfully, 
you’re a bookworm. You didn’t 
judge me by my cover when I 
checked out at the library, unable 
to take my eyes off the page and
too engrossed in the story of 
you and me that I plotted out. 
I may be illiterate, but in my books, 
I’m a pretty good author, though
I wasn’t always good with words. 
Talking to the text had me on the 
edge of my seat. I wanted to book it: 
the ticket to the next chapter in our 
lives, until the falling action and 
resolution scared me. To drown out 
the words, you gifted me a photo 
album. The best possible genre for 
our favorite memories: dancing in 
the library at 2 in the morning, 
browsing books at the bookstore we 
couldn’t afford, fighting our hopeless 
finals with senseless doodles. It’s due 
soon: the audiobook I’ll give you. I 
wrote out and narrated our future life 
possibilities, like the adventurous 
romantic fantasy I planned right 
from the start at the library.

- Sappy

~Sappy Daze~ Day 5

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Heartwarming

With the Earth against my ass and 
scorching rays caressing my hair, 
I take a deep breath. 

I lay down on the ground and 
let the heat suffocate me further. 

I want to be melted and 
have my heart become as cold 
as the soil, unbothered and flourishing.

- Sappy

~Sappy Daze~ Day 4

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Ode to Blue 

Blue marks the sky 
and hides the ocean. 
It hides the depths 
of a person’s emotion 
by saying they feel blue, 
though blue flames burn 
brighter than red, and 
blue whales are 
the largest animal 
on Earth. But
spotting blue in nature 
on our blue planet 
is a once-in-a-
blue-moon experience. 
Blue is made from 
mankind. Blue cheese 
is injected with 
mold and the rhythmic 
beat of the blues blares 
from band instruments. 
Both are infectious 
but still, nothing beats the 
out-of-the-blue melody 
from a Blue Jay chanced 
upon in the sky.

- Sappy