Liana

Liana Feb 3

Stop
Just for a moment
From your reading of poems

Leave your house
Or look out your window
And see the sky

Take those terrible emotions
And feel them
Set them free
In a scream
A painting
A song
Or maybe a poem

Stop
Just for a moment
Turn off your phone
Open the blind
And just exist

We need to think those bad thoughts sometimes
So they don't pile up and overflow our mind

(this note was written by my apologies for not being active. I was busy trying to paint a frog and focusing ******* not exploding into a bunch of little tiny pieces. I'm still working on the frog but took a little break.)

Liana Feb 1

My Tree

I saw my tree today
The one in the big open field

It was raining
My socks were wet
My legs tired from the walk
But it was perfect

I placed my hand on the textured bark
I felt so whole
And infinite

I was home

Walking around it in circles
My hand stroking it as I do
Just like I had done
What seems like forever ago

Memories come
Flow in
Like a peaceful stream

It's just like the tree next to it
And the one next to that
But this one was mine

Not because I planted it
But because I felt it pull me in
Even when I was a little girl
Even then
I felt we were one

(this note was written by a staircase that leased to another staircase that leased to another staircase)

Liana Jan 31

Why I Make Art

I make art
Because the brush strokes
Poems
And notes
Can explain my pain
With much more brevity and depth
Than anything I could ever say outloud

***** pretty flowers
And sunsets
If they don't make you feel anything
For perfection isn't realistic

I do not make art those who seek Impressiveness and the showing of skills
I make art for myself
My heart
My soul
And others who seek feeling deep feelings with me

The messyness
Chaos
Abstractness
Weirdness
Beauty
Says a lot more about me
Than the grade on the paper
Or the comment I heard one girl say under her breathe

I make art
Because without it
I don't think
I would be

(This note was written by a towel that just wiped your troubles away. You'd have to shove it down your throat and die first, but whatever. :D)

Liana Jan 31

Blindness Haiku

They see his glasses
But they can't see how truly
Awfully blind he is

After years of emotional abuse and trauma the only apology I ever got as his daughter was something like this:

I'm sorry I'm so loving, caring, thoughtful, open minded, loving, and generous. I'll always be like that, no one can take it."

(That except with many spelling errors because I think he's probably dyslexic)

I think he truly doesn't see.

Liana Jan 29

HUMAN

Having trouble finding the
Umbrella to stop the sorrow from flooding
Me constantly; luckily once in
Awhile, I look up and it's
Not raining anymore

Ups and downs

(This note was written by a laundry basket filled with clean clothes. Did you check before you threw all of them in the machines?)

Liana Jan 29

Sameness

I fear
We are being striped
Of our uniqueness
And individuality
For when I look around
The crowded classroom
I see sameness
Or at least
Many, many masks

Clothes
Interests
Speech
Ideas
And beliefs

Are we all
Becoming a blur
Of fakeness
Or are we all
Ever so different
when we're not performing?

I suppose that is why
The openly different
Seem to feel so alone and estranged

I am all one for unity
But I just see maks
Unless I look very hard
And see a tiny twinkle in someone's eye
And I close my eyes
Focus
And listen hard
I think
I might hear some silent screams
...
I guess it's true
And they aren't truly happy

Write this is math class, word for word what I wrote on the back of my assignment

(This note was written by a strawberry who ate carrots. Don't judge her.)

Liana Jan 29

Little girl, what's happening?

Little girl wondering and wandering
This beautiful and treacherous world
Learning
And observing

She's a sponge
Unfortunately
The water was polluted
By the careless
And manipulative
By her own blood

Is that why she picks her skin off now?
To see him come out of her?
Trying to squeeze out
Little by little
Her pain?

She knows better ways too
For she walks
Dances in to the night
And reaches out for the stars
They heal her

She cries
She needs to release

I think she has wings
Will she notice?
And when she does
Will she dare to fly?
Where will she go?

I hope she wont fly alone...

(this note was written by a rocksicle because I like them better)