people - a collage

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.