A neon mixtape of bright, bruised poems: electric, unbowed, and unwilling to vanish.

Life Experience Too plays like a mixtape under a streetlight: quick, charged poems that hit and then linger. They move between trauma and time, love and a low, righteous anger at the system, and the daily labor of aiming for cozy and okay when the world is not cooperating.

The voice is fast and exact, swinging from real tenderness to a hard social truth inside a single line. It names what gets done to ordinary people and still insists on warmth, on connection, on the stubborn worth of one good day.

The official diagnosis on the tag read: Life Experience. Someone finally said it like it was.

Shaun J Apple founded r/trees and r/gonewild and composes with PTSD, Crohn's disease, and partial vision loss. This is the sound of him refusing to disappear. Neon by design, bruised but standing, and preserved exactly as composed. Nothing here apologizes for feeling too much.

It is the sound of a person who was counted out deciding, poem by poem, to still be here, and to still be funny about it.

For readers of modern, emotionally direct poetry who want lines to underline and send to someone.

Quick to read, hard to shake. Play it loud.