Have Some Manners Being witty can be kind of shitty, but being shitty is not witty. Someone not witty, not necessarily shitty, is a dumbass. Someone shitty, not necessarily witty, is a smartass. I know that being dumb is bad and being smart is good. Still, I’d rather be a dimwit with shitty wit, than be a witty shit, who’s a piece of shit. - Sappy
Tag: poetry
Capturing Campus: Nosebleed
Content warning: mentions of blood, profanity
Nosebleed
I see red
smell pennies
am I bleeding out
my nose
or just my eyes
adjustments are needed
contact lenses or otherwise
I’m woozy
walking somewhere
my legs will carry me there
there is where i will go
I don’t know where
the world’s blurry
behind fluid-tinted glasses
how funny it is
that my body can’t contain itself
in lungs or lifeblood
the capacity to
spill over the side
and to want to
pluck reds from strawberry bushes
bell peppers come from bushes too
but you don’t see people picking them
because who’d eat a bell pepper
when life’s dripping
and you’re bleeding all over the fucking carpet
~Sappy Daze~ Day 4
@#$%&!* I like to swear. I swear I’m not bad or uncivilized. I swear I’m a proper lady. I swear on my life. Hear me out: a knight who does not swear is no knight. All knights must swear an Oath of Fealty for chivalrous conduct. Here’s my oath: Oh my Lord, sweet Jesus Christ: I swear to you. Hear that? I swear to God! I swear I only swear to prove that. - Sappy
Capturing Campus: Recipe from Hell
Recipe from Hell
INGREDIENTS
1 garlic clove
5 sesame seeds
4 snake eggs
2 tbsp sage
1 fingerbone
DIRECTIONS
Mash the clove
Grind the sesame seeds
Crack the snake eggs
Whisk until incorporated
Crush the fingerbone finely
Sprinkle bone dust and sage into the mixture
Whisk vigorously until the souls of your enemies cry out
(from beneath the floorboards)
Bake until golden brown, or until the angels weep at your feet
Leave to cool in the center of your pentagram
Allow the hellfire erupting from the ground to crisp the edges
Dig in!
aSoSS 28 | Assumption
You don’t need to be working when you’re not getting paid. Don’t make a habit of it, because when you leave college, people will take advantage of it.
Central Campus Classroom Building, 10:00AM, 8/25/2024
the lighthouse beckons. why do you listen? you’ve seen the scars: salmon slashes, tally marks against a dungeon. you call them bruises of honor, a spirit lived in pitcher and storm, throat muddy from screaming in the rain. bow, says the wind, and you do, with your knees in the sand and your face in the bowl of your hands. prayer or punishment? stop trying. the lighthouse blinks once, twice, and then winks out.
Summer reading for engineers? Summer reading??
Mosher-Jordan Dining Hall, 10:30AM, 8/27/2024
the seasons flit past–flecks of paint, a crumbling castle, an anchor in an empty sea. i drag my feet against the asphalt; i find solace all the insufficient ways in the way only a prisoner can. time dilates from within, a scrap the size of a single breath. a flattened lung, once composed of its consumptions, carving out my chest from the inside. i watch, delirious, as my name is etched into a headstone. they will throw my body out into the desert, a skull to be labeled an ancient and nameless king.
Is he really that short? I mean, he’s short but not short short. I guess five four.
Cancer Center Inbound, 3:00PM, 10/17/2024
we must be accepting of the things we cannot control. like two leaves skating the upward draft, we drive each other dizzy with our tongues (straight and sharp as quartz, a lesson in diffraction–light and feeling, are they really separate?) is it man versus man or me versus you? there’s a difference, even if you don’t admit it. i stare at the mirror, at the figure that plays with my hair and presses falsities into my mouth and avoids my eyes, and i know that no amount of time will turn it into a friend.
~Sappy Daze~ Day 3
Organic Strawberries among weeds flaunt the beauty of nature. They’re easily abused and if adorned in a chocolate dress then powdered in sugar, her blood elicits desire. My sweet flesh, devoured. - Sappy