When I look into my bedroom I see a shelf of various book genres that I read over and over again, when I look into my bedroom and look beyond the rest I see a window which I have seen many, many different things through, when I look into my bedroom and door ahead I see a dresser with many clothing items I will cherish for life. Above I see some of my most valuable collections, when I look into my bedroom and look down I see a box of various types of ***** which I have kicked and thrown all over the house When I look inside my closet and look down I see board games that I have played over and over again. When I look inside my closet and look straight ahead I see sweatshirts that have kept me warm in the winter months. When I look inside my closet and look up I see enormous puzzles that I have spent days and days and days to complete, when I look into my bedroom and look right I see my bed where I have had good dreams and bad dreams and dreams in between. When I look into my bedroom and look right I see soccer cards which I have spent hours organizing and putting in their holders. When I look into my bedroom and look beyond my bed I see a shelf with fidget spinners, nerf guns, athlete cards, travel games, and remote control cars everywhere, when I look into my bedroom and look beyond my dresser I see a big box of athletes cards which I have studied over and over again, when I look in my bedroom and look at the walls I see posters of athletes who inspire mes like no other, when I look into my bedroom and look above my closet I see my mini basketball hoop which I have attempted many shots on. when I look into my bedroom I see my very own personality.
This is a poem that my 10 year old brother wrote and wanted you guys to see. 12/30/19
I had a dream of a dresser where the dust had settled as if it were a snowy field a tribe of pearly white wind-up C l A t T e R i N g teeth danced around stirring up dust one pulled out a cigarette and began talking
"If you keep this up kid, it'll drive you to **** yourself."
"No, I would never, I could never, how could I even..."
"Give it another year." Those stammering pearls said.