"It's not good, It's true. The truth is often seen as beautiful, even though it's not. It's not beautiful, it's rare. People aren't used to that. People aren't used to being exposed, or hit so deep. They don't want to acknowledge that they feel, so they say it's beautiful. They think that it can't hurt you if you objectify it, and they're wrong."

I've decided I can ******* nail this school year.
I ****** up and I'm ****** up,
But this postitivity lasted longer than 4 days.
Imma cry a **** ton,
But I can do it.
It's gonna be hard next year,
But if I can do this year, the next one can too.

I'LL ******* BE ALRIGHT

Disappear into your smart phone,
the world outside is doomed

Your few remaining human traits,
have long since left the room

Disappear into your smart phone,
all life beyond is lost

Your feelings truly virtual,
you’ve paid a mighty cost

Disappear into your smart phone,
while others stand beside

And just like you they tap their screens,
faint proof that they’re alive

Disappear into your smart phone,
as time is winding down

All spirit tapped, emotion strapped,
your history lost, unfound

Disappear into your smart phone,
that bed you’ve left unmade

Your spirit cries as memory dies,
whose LaLa land you crave

Disappear into your smart phone,
its power now supreme

Your knowledge mapped and future trapped
—your destiny undreamed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

Bad prose masquerading as poetry,
darkness posing as light

Words stacked on top of words uttered in vain
—narcissists delight

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)