twin twilled intertwined branchlets
to assist in modesty of the obscene
fracking and phosphorous mining.
Equally as awful
expunging the Earth of its nutrients,
while sinking in our fangs and
injecting it with venom.
Only to make matters worse
for our obdurate selves.
to align on our golden tinseled garland.
In such a pompous perspective of perfection
that no other matters comprehended
are taken to consideration.
While the green everyone is after
becomes increasingly erroneous,
still it takes precedence over
the green that grants succor.
Forsaken and negated to disparage
and deprave the provision of nature.
Why must we poison the poise before
we learn that it is but our own
Mostly in a state of existential crisis, wrapped up in my own mind and in the thoughts that weigh heavy through cyclical depression. Thoughts consisting of anxiety and unhappiness about school, society, humanity, the world, the waste, the ignorance, and my own inner conflicts of knowledge and memory cause constant yearning to exist in a more positive and productive state. My writing through this time has reflected the tendencies I have to think too much, my resolution being through doing art and through connecting with nature. My writing process is usually different every time. Sometimes by compiling small phrases I’ve jotted down in my notes, other times by writing stream of consciousness, and others are more about what word sounds intrigue me. I have found that my writing reads best when I utilize all of these tactics together.