birds chirp in monotone and music is annoying sounds when I've things going on brain arrest. staring at the nothing beyond my closed eyes makes pictures dance like dust in sunlight, but forgive my impudence when I say that I cause sadness in many hearts... yours seems to fare better but I'm scared of everything falling into angst and apprehensiveness. I don't have the ***** to be a man. I don't have the patience to be a woman. youth presses into my skin like fresh pine needles piercing dead leaves, but I reject such lovely things when I'm braining and trying to be an adult. I'd hate to lose touch at young age, but echoes say growupgrowupgrowup

The sun was melting
It flickered like a flame.
As if it would go out at any second.
And the clouds grew thicker and covered what was left of it and the colors of the sky bled into each other.
We stood outside looking up and the rain began to fall and the water dripped down our skin like hot candle wax.
We held each other close knowing the darkness would soon swallow the world. So we sat on the roof and the sun peeked out one last time. And we let the colors, the light, and the lingering warmth  burn into our minds and swore we would never forget.

It's actually super annoying that I think about you all the time.

But its weird
I'd never date you
I'd never kiss you
Yet somehow I seem to miss you

Because it's like I've lost a best friend
Because it's like I've lost so many memories
Because I feel guilty for hurting you

You have no idea how much I care
Its kind of pathetic when you think about it
You probably don't think about me at all

I guess thats my fault though
Because once upon a time
We used to be something
But I got scared
And fear controls.

editations
and cut-paste'ations
menegeration upon menageralteration
repetitertiary reprehensetic alliteritis
verbummers, wordumbers, succumbers
a vastacious pitopotumus of editrocity and creatensity
flowbabbling biblications of tongue-twist'toxification
mounternations of bit-piecery with bit-bitty sensatsory
pile-up-ifications of crump,wrink,an’throwawaytions
snowballify, goodbye'ify, and then sigh
sigh and scrawlify
until….
until a ranktankerous suckopolis emergifies

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If your ever lost
Just click your heels three times
**** still lost
They ****** lied

Last night was a weird night
When we went out of the light
I was drunk but I recall
You took me in your arms, so tall
And we kissed it was so strange
More than once it was French
I couldn't avoid you
Or maybe just didn't want to
Was it just the hard stuff
Or could it be a real crush
I think I need to admit
I don't know if I liked it

there's a marital dispute
between squirrels
in my chest, stomach and head.

she flings lamp and liver
while he slings obscenities
about her barrenness.

by midnight
they'll ****, then sleep
and then I can watch John Oliver.

but their problems aren't resolved.