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
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
Stand Each step that weighs down a soul should be weighed down with happiness and each fall filled with tears of laughter. Get up. Use the 13 muscles of a smile instead of the 47 of a frown. - Sappy
Summer Sun Tastes More memorable than mulberries, a fruit more known for staining the sidewalks and chalk sketches than its sweet taste. Still, I like Autumn better: the smell of a pumpkin’s pimply skin. Scenes of sinking skulls that trick children for treats. Screams of scattering leaves. The sweet taste of fear, the chilly air. Feeling the euphoria of fading warmth before freezing. - Sappy
At Night Go to the terrace and look down. There on the ground dances a fairy. The Moon is fond of her. It tries to impress her with a dress woven together by clouds of silk. She runs away by climbing a ladder crafted from the starlight unrolled from her gown and tosses it out over the sky. In her wake lies the empty stage of overgrown ivy. - Sappy
My Golden Shovel from “Always For the First Time” by Andre Breton, inspired by the parties on campus
