Capturing Campus: A Dandelion Achievement 

A Dandelion Achievement 

I remind you what the dandelions told me:

don’t be happy, they said

be content instead 

why smile when flatline lips looks so good on you

when other hearts shudder and thud

yours is still

but I still hear you begging

better make me, make me better, medicate me

make it last

time will scar me 

and the sun only shines half a day

it’s best to try

try to be happy

to smile through it all

to relish in hunger 

to moan as you loath

to indulge in the terror

the bleeding and belting

I remind you 

to water them

but tell you they are weeds

~Sappy Daze~ Day 25

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

Capturing Campus: 21st

21st

Clouds stretched thin

like dead end

roads or frayed hair

sharpen the pencil to the point.

of breaking 

of knowing

the answers

| watch |

the world weeps to celebrate

cross the street

meet a friend

and another

for lunch and a book

that reminds you of someone

watch the sky die

let the bold moon

speak to you

drink loud music and vodka  

shake the floor with your tongue 

sway and smile 

desperate and dizzy

on the night you agreed to 

nod and say 

it’s time to leave

and wake to the rising sun

~Sappy Daze~ Day 24

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