Clouds poetry

Mixing things like pot soup

Fingers waiting for motivation
Like a maybe promise/that might come,
A match stick to–
set a key board or sheet of paper on
Fire turning it into mixing into a combination
Of dislike and like/and what I dislike about you,
Like picking pieces of food you won't digest down
The tubes of a tunnel inside you,
Then ordering others to do the same
You to judge different worlds from a different model lens, A telescope looking trying to zoom at different
Planets different colors, shapes and sizes
I don't like this but I like this,
Then the brown leaf feeling guilty of its
Pleasure from the sun glazing it's body, outside
Sun bathing, like tourist but your apart of the
Tree branch,
Alive again to remind you but dead comes
Creeping in down to battery percentage-
red now will you refill your tank? of guilty pleasure
You brown wrinkle leaf?
Grains of gray and black and white like air
Sand try to fogged a brain a mind up no signal,
Safe mood on for inside search of thinking,
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Opening and closing a box headache from
This is reality commercial switch in your vision,
Should I stick to what I don't know of the world
Like innocent child fill will joy and life,
Not knowing monsters are realer
than the monsters they think/know of.
-ashes poetry

A/N I've been having writers block for like 2days
It's like I have things in my head that I want to put in the poem/make into a poem but I sometimes I have a time figuring out how am I going to squeeze or write this or how am I going to say this, what metaphors do I use etc etc so this poem I really don't know what it is about lol I just like put a bunch of stuff and meanings here and there enjoy sorry for the long paragraph lol, interpret it how you guys want though:) also this poem is not organized I was to lazy:/ sowwy