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
Tag: art
~Sappy Daze~ Day 10
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
Capturing Campus: Christmas for the Dead
Christmas for the Dead
In the graveyard
with holly and mistletoe
on old oak trees
bare limbs and tinsel
a celebration past sundown
paper snowflakes on headstones
and candy cane bouquets
that can’t be eaten by those with
missing fingerbones and teeth in odd places
and no nose to redden
from the biting chill of eve
but they gather and lounge
on hills that are their final home
to proclaim the festivities are for all
and to all a goodnight
Critter Comic Week Six!
Text: “What’s the height of stupidity?”
“Hey guys.”
I feel like my friend group makes fun of the taller ones more than the shorter ones. I also honestly love all the character’s I’ve created so far. Any ideas for some new ones?
~Sappy Daze~ Day 9
be free the insects labor tirelessly dutifully carrying out an agenda of an agenda drone bees lose sight of who they are without realizing they drone into workers without realizing worker bees forget why & who they are laboring for - sappy
Capturing Campus: Last Winter
Last Winter
ice webbing
a glass floor fallen
through thudding ear drums
driving choking breaths
borrow seconds
weigh options
hold for saving graces
the cold weighing
down
down
down
give organs pause
slow the trickle of blood gone bad
vicious is the water
speaking silent thoughts
goodbyes to those
not drowning