I am a poorly constructed collage
Hodge podge of hoarded ideas and objects
All glued together by childish curiosity.
Compass necklace - ´id be lost without you´
Maps pasted all around the room.
Bitten up nails, they bore
dusty charcoal. Constitution behind my door
Flags flags flags galore.
Whiteboard forever inked up,
within shelves are tucked,
wooden objects made with care,
Books piled in every corner, nobody to share.
Text books, boring books, shocking books,
Hard books, floppy books, books never looked.
24 medals and 5 trophies, unstoppable,
13 colonies, calc formulas, periodic table.
Candy snuck away,
one sour patch for every day
Perfumes, scented rose, rose, rose, party.
few more, ´ill meet you in Istanbul´
Ps2 disks, magnifying glass, shelves full.
Helmet for a motorcycle one day.
Cards pinned up to the wall, nice things they say,
Floor covered in the mess of my faults lay.
Papers here, papers there, papers on my bed,
Clothes strewn without a care - \"disorganized!\" my mother said.
41 origami butterflies crafted from economic boredom
oh, don\'t fret, more to come.
Coffee cup #1
Coffee cup #2
Coffee cup #5
Philosophy! ...how am I still alive?
Green. Green. Green.
look where I have once been.
red, red, red
shes not entirely dead.
gold gold gold
the future has a lot to hold.
more for the collage,
more sentiments none will understand
but that is ok. I am, what I am.