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
Is a flower still a flower if it can’t bloom? If you are that seed sown with doubt & feel that you don’t belong, perhaps you’re a rose in a tulip garden. & if you can’t bloom as they bud with frustration, know that when the tulips wither, you alone will stand tall. - Sappy
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
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
The night I got stranded in Kyoto, the weeping willows charmed me more than the Sakura. I watched the streets crawl out of bed and join me greet the large crows. My eyes nestled on a fluffy one’s matching winter coat. Led by the screeching subways, I lead the way past the bridge away from a Family Mart’s jingles. The trains filled at 6:40 AM reminded me of the temple night and day with the club. The fleeting city trickled the compartments empty. The stragglers tickled my curiosity. Did they wonder about my journey or did I imposter their lives wandering? I questioned my life cycling in the ptptptptptptptpt of rain towards the fshfshfshfshf of waves. The night ended with falling off a bike hearing opera. The day started with falling asleep. - Sappy
Whisper i remember thinking i could channel the energy of the earth in gym class while on the verge of losing dodgeball i crouched down and touched the sticky gym floor i don’t remember if i won or not only that at that moment i truly felt the power of nature and used it perhaps that’s one privilege children have their ability to ask favors from the soil burying their mother the earth that will one day bury them too - sappy
