i've come up with more ideas for songs than there are songs

i'll never really know what i am i barely know who

even if it happens in the summer it still happened even if it happens in the summer it still happened her hair [???] her [???] like warm sweet laundry she wore a sharpie marker that was a horror movie and i had to stop watching this is a poem about– the light hit me like a boomerang that was ultraviolet bounced off my face violently and caused seizures and headaches and vomiting before finally dying this is a poem about–

reentry blue and rainy grey a softer hue than yesterday the purple pink is in my mind the spacedrop rain is scatterlined along the street (??? something tall?) regardless of the height of walls somebody walking who knows where right there back home the next day waking up in the dull storm of no content [static] sometimes i wish that what it was was a puzzle game, bug tested but the world i was thinking of lay in my mind with none interested in the in the in the dark the bright lights hit my eyes its much too bright for comfort i remember summers years ago when i was not overencumbered ive got all clothes on but a park' and socks its the opposite of warm i had all clothes on and a cardboard box and a life with a loving swarm wish that i could be back with them wish that they could be with me wish that i could be back with them wish that they could be with me wish that i could be back with them wish that they could be with me wish that i could be back with them wish that they could be with me and as the sound turns into silence silence becomes sound and as the darkness turns to light i need to turn it down and while the light was once so warm its now become so cold and while the sound was soothing once it seems to be too bold and now i wish there was a storm so i can seal away my dorm turn off the lights and sleep away (loving? loathing?) there beside me lay and then i clear my memory my mind my brain is fooling me i will not take this trickery _______ take it ____ more and as the sound turns into silence (breaking) silence becomes sound (???ing) and as the darkness turns to light (no following) i need to turn it down (what have i been) and while the light was once so warm (seething) its now become so cold (breathing) and while the sound was soothing once (somebody please) it seems to be too bold (i cannot see) and now i wish there was a storm (raining) so i can seal away my dorm (crying) turn off the lights and sleep away (holding) (loving? loathing?) there beside me lay (lonely) and then i clear my memory (lying) my mind my brain is fooling me (screaming) i will not take this trickery (leave me) _______ take it ____ more (alone)

sleep loved child rest beneath a single star the world is dry and your helmet is getting wet do not flood this poor earth, rest (x3)

(what am i...) what am i supposed to do all i can do is make art is it just a start or just a waste of time (what am i supposed to do) can i make joy with small parts until you find your own you can have a taste of mine (what am i supposed to do) siphon the blood from my heart what am i supposed to do

1 2 3 4 my friend stole my nintendo switch but now he's homeless so how'm i gonna ask for that back i tried to imagine that i'd be mad if he'd sold it but honestly id understand it's not like i can't buy a new one, yea i can afford it but my parents are gonna be pissed not to mention i had mario and zelda and rabbids all of which will be missed its just a game, its just a toy, but it did cost a lot but if i ever find that boy would he even cough it up and do i even have the gall to ask him for it back and if my parents find it out would they cut me any slack you know he actually gave me one opportunity but i just brushed it off its importance wasn't clear to me if i could go back i don't know if i would have taken it back when we met when i forget that hand should i have shaken it i don't care, but i'm scared should i be, should i see if hes still alive think i know where he used to live but that was before june 6th and now it's july i should be worried bout the kid but all i can do i did i'm worried bout what my parents will say i hope that i see him again switch or not hes still my friend and i hope that hes doing ok

here at the party, i sit myself in the corner nobody told me the theme was halloween stare out the window what i've got myself into don't wanna make a mess, so i wont get undressed back at the party, i got myself a cool costume turns out they told me, i just wasn't listening i forget when, but someone fell out the window i can't see where he is, so now that's got me stressed

i googled pictures of things and i got no results a sort of mood emerged of my continual default the way an actor sings when it is not their forte the way i splay my words when it is not quite my day that's what my mind is for carpeted with antique decor i write my life away and i still don't know what for that's what my mind is for carpeted thick with antique decor i write my life away and i still don't know what for i wrote a movie script i made a picture show what happened, no one knows something about a shiny glow i walked into the end i set foot on a dirty floor into that lobby room the one lying dormant at my core that's what my mind is for carpeted with antique decor i write my life away and i still don't know what for that's what my heart is for red blue brown and purple, maybe more and color's holy ghost haunting since who knows how long before