Sometimes bulleted, sometimes outlined
the scattered, jotted down words of mine.
Sometimes purple, sometimes red
they scatter across the page; tools in a shed
crafted out of paper and a thicker binding,
separated by colorful ribbons to help me with finding
my place inside the lined white sheets
covered in thoughts and ideas; ugh, not very neat.
Things to do, places to be,
thoughts and ideas for characters, amateur –
no, childish drawings not artful enough for others to see.
Sometimes dated, sometimes directional
bits and pieces and particles of me.