Clouds poetry

Nothing because thus is something

Closed cherry walls like valentines punch,
In a restaurant, then some pantings of an
artist, I don't know the name of but now,
A brain and a "why are you guys head so hard?"
Didn't know what she did wrong, how can wrong be present if she's puzzled her self, lost her self?
If she was found would she still be lost/wrong?
What am I saying gebrish like some newborn baby,
But in my head I want to reply "skull."
A Teen laughing to self humans are many things,
Funny is one of them. Life is another one like a
Plant in sunlight trying to flourish in some crack
Of an o l d abounded building where heat, warm,& cold The seasons of time all celebrate every year then depart, Like a friend you won't see for a long time of reappear if fate decide to link you there. People walk, people stare, people judge, people like good fruit, bad fruit, bitter fruit, people like caution Tape with a reputation, wet sock, old sock, new sock, smell of you reek sock, Rain puddles, dry pavement, and like gossip flowing down and through the town like a Christmas song but wrong, Gossip flowing through The creeks in the river washing Dead leaves, and gossip trying to kick an old woman sitting under a mango tree, from neighbor to stranger.
-ashes poetry