Poems That I Form

my room

It has a fuzzy carpet and blue-green walls
My door is made of windows
And my bed is a steel grey loft.
There are many stuffed animals
And books
And art supplies.

It's usually clean.

Currently, I have five water bottles
And one boba cup
and two Jamba cups
and a Peet's coffee
and a Jack In The Box half-drunk milkshake
On my messy, paper-covered desk.

I have three plates
Two to-go food containers
Five empty boxes of candy
And one box of unopened Thin Mints

I have three baskets of unfolded clothes
A full basket of dirty clothes
A costume on my chair
And my computer balances on three throw blankets

I can't even bother to do anything

I can't clean my room

My mind wants me to and it's suffocating in here

But I can't clean anything.