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
If I looped a day this week it would be
The one of paper eyes, water on fire
And a wave of scattered dice
A room erupting in howling cheers
And you are part of those cheers
And the cacophony is almost as sweet
As the impromptu victory feast of three afterwards
The one of cackling sailors and bees
Mechanical smiles reflecting my own
Popcorn boxes and pinball machines
Acid-touched stone man, wall of magicians and elephants
Going together to each of the
Drums, zombies, and a card with my fortune
Root beer floats, overflowing or not
And I could get used to it all
And to the
Quiet in the sunlight afterward
As turkey tails sprout from rotting logs
And every yard begins to turn blue with flowers
Because whether it’s something old or new
I still feel at home
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
This is the break between winter and spring
Coal and glass and shells line the rivers
Carving their way through mountains of
Budding trees and rhododendrons
The clouds make the sun come down in rays
And along the cliff’s edge I can see
Vultures take flight alongside
A raven finding a home on thawing branches
Its call echoing through the trees
Part of the woods are scorched
Singe marks at each base of bark
And ashen earth, but beneath it
I can still see deep mossy greens
And on and on I note the
First flowers I’ve seen this year
The first web I’ve seen this year
The first deer I’ve seen this year
Wandering past swings yet to be used
The sun sets behinds wisps of orange
The sky open, free of any light below
And I know the cold will return
Before it goes away again
But for now, I take this moment
This is the break between winter and spring
Awake with dread in a blue room wishing to
Close my eyes knowing that with every passing
Moment my mind, quenching tears creates time tombs.
Who knew that sorrow could cure happy living
Water is healing when thinking how, or who
Gets to be, gets sleep, gets to keep succeeding.
Loneliness feels best when striving for greatness
I wonder how I’ll sleep when there’s nothing less.
Make my bones like papier-mâché
So that I may be whole while hollow
Create my mouth like calculator
So that my speech may be accurate while calm
Humble my ears like honey
So that I only see what is sweet
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
