Keep Digging I caressed the rocks as if I were stroking a baby’s head-- unwilling, fearful of evoking its cries. Even brushing the surface made me cringe. I closed my eyes, unwilling to uncover these ancient bones buried deep underground for eons. Investigating the remains of an animal, the truth behind its death, and whether it was a tragedy or deserved. - Sappy
Be There
Who would save you from yourself
When caution signs turn invitation
Who would dampen the fire
At breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Who would force the world to turn
When the door is wedged
And you’re worried about tomorrow
Who would hold you in your head
And carry you in your waking
Who would love you when it’s hard
And calm you when it’s not
Who would be there
When the drugs wear off
Living gets heavy
I won’t be there
I’m sorry
push your cries down here,
and hold yourself to the promise you made.
you were born to be great, and you must die great.
your fortune is no mistake,
and it is not your fortune alone.
there is no way to go back now
unless you want to prove everything anyone ever said to you.
are you worthy?
do you belong here?
will you ever?
people who are not like you may
never have to question this.
people who are not like you may
never have to face this.
there is no real way to succeed, but
there is surely a way to fail.
you can see it so clearly in front of you, the
height of your anxieties
seeping in and
making you lesser.
when you be more than what you acheive?
have you even been allowed to be more than that?
will you ever be more than that?
i dream of a future where i am nothing more than a person
with a house and a cat.
a future where my job means nothing to others
and everything to me.
a future where i am no longer nervous about construction.
where i do not feel lonely in crowds or anxious in circles.
when will i start measuring up to this.
will i ever stop measuring.
The colors aligned / Then everything seems to shine / All, adorned and bright
my childhood dream i had not realized that growing fruit was a possibility until i laid eyes on a potted orange tree in my parent’s friend’s house i didn’t know growing plants indoors was possible either i was fascinated that trees could come in my size and a tree my size could already be producing fruit whenever i was dragged to another one of my parent’s friend’s houses i would always look around to see if they also had an orange tree or if the first tree i ever saw was just a dream - Sappy
*Content warning: Vulgar language*
Dick around in shades of blue
Blue jeans trimmed at the ankles
Blueberries buoyed in jam
Oceans I’ve never seen
Lakes like paintings
Searching for Moby Dick
Crayons in cornflower and indigo
Blue raspberry Slurpee for two
My brother’s favorite orchids
Blue bunnies on plush pastures
Late night bubble blowing
Songs with somber melodies
Twitter when it was ours
Blue jays in the park
Beneath a soft sky
The color of her eyes
I tended to pastures
Jammed ankles that sang
Like indigo weather
With melodies like paintings
I’ve seen before
Orchids were her eyes
Two parked beneath the sky
Blowing wind
I love your shades
Of blue
