Time travelling. Will be around sporadically.
Small things make big personalities
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, calculator posters, periodic table.
Candy snuck away,
one for every day
Perfumes, scented rose, rose, rose,
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 class notes of economic boredom
oh, don't fret, loads of many more lonesome nights to come.
Coffee cup #one
Coffee cup #two
Coffee cup #five
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, to college I dream go
more sentiments, none will understand as I never show.
but that is okay.
I am,
what I am.
Made up of small things,
that make my bigger personalities.

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