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We sit there.
We listen.'
Then we hear God spoke to them.
Really, only them.

We hear from others God created him and her.
Which none trying to deny.
But concerning God he created the most important thing.

And it's love.
Which sometimes, folks seem to forget existing among us.
It outweighs any trouble.

In this world like in life.
We like countries that don't get along.
But agree to disagree on certain matters and philosophy.

But it's love that protects and guides us.
Only cowards crying about a soul gender.
But edited God scriptures solely for their purpose.

Let's all recall God said judge not that you be not judged.
Then, we all just people, with our own agenda.
But remember it's love, and this will NEVER ever destroy us.
 Jan 24 All Promete
Liana
"Don't worry
Be happy"
Bobby tells me

"Don't worry
Don't do it
Be happy"
He tries

"I'm trying
But I can't"
I respond
My head hurts
Fingers throb
Brain overflows

"Don't worry
Be happy"
It's on loop
Like it always is
When I'm anxious
And able to

"When you're worried
Your face will frown
And that will bring
Everybody down"
He explains

"I'm sorry"
I sob
Can't sleep. The world is killing me. Anxiety is filling me. I can't breathe. I can't be. Help...

P.S. sorry I haven't been able to react and see of of everyone's stuff recently.
(This note was written by a tear that cried tears that cried tears that cried)
 Jan 24 All Promete
Liana
People ask me
Why I don't believe them
Why I can't trust that they won't lie

The reality is
I used to believe it all
That he would change
And that he won't the battle
With his drugs
And his anger
But then I saw it
I felt it
And that's why I cry

This is why
I refuse to hope
And I can't believe

I want to
I really do
I promise
I try
I feel like everyone is lying to me recently and this is the reason I think might be why.

(This note was written by a yellow blue jay that ate the number 5281017 and sleeps underground in the sky.)
 Jan 24 All Promete
Liana
300 people
Have heard what I have to say

300 people
Liked it

It's crazy to me
That even one soul
Could care about my words
And my woes
But 300!?!

300 people
With thoughts
Feelings
Love
Sadness
Pain
Problems
And poetry
Have read and enjoyed
Wow, this is a dream

I've written
Quite a bit
About feeling lonely
But just a second ago
I looked at the number of followers
And saw 300
A beautiful number
Built from beautiful people
And I felt together
And like I was no longer a weirdly shaped puzzle piece
With no existing puzzle to fit in to

Of course
I write for me
But it sure felt good
To see

Thank you,
Each and every one of you,
You mean so much to me
(this note was was written by a hippo that ate a blueberry sandwich for linner. Linner is a mix between lunch and dinner. His name was windowframe.)
 Jan 24 All Promete
Liana
Even the brightest stars
Will explode
One day

Even the sky
Needs to scream and cry
Sometimes

Even the most beautiful poem
Will one day be forgotten
Even if that's
When we reach oblivion

You're allowed too
Don't feel bad
I need to remember that, maybe you do too.

(this note was written by a shovel that has dug up a purple turtle. The shovel loved doing jumping jacks.)
 Jan 24 All Promete
Liana
Let me ask you a question:

If a room is dark
And you turn on a light
Is the room still dark?

Everyone I ask
Tells me it's now light
But they're assuming
That lightness
Overweighs the darkness

What if the darkness
Is just too strong?
What if the light
Is too dim?
A nightlight of sorts
In a big forest

Or maybe
Both answers are right
And it just depends where you draw the line
What do you think?

(This note was written by a tomato that was empty inside. No seeds. Just darkness. He's waiting to be cut open.)
 Jan 24 All Promete
Liana
Nausea
Headache

Tiredness
Yet inability to sleep

I know that it's the price
For a better life
But will it be?
Could this all be for nothing?

Will this tiny little pill
Really change anything?

All it's done so far
Made things worse

Please
Let this be worth it
Zoloft hasn't done anything yet, just the side effects. They're killing me. I know it's normal, but even after all of this, I fear it won't work.

(This kite was written by a worm that came from a rainbow. He looked gray, but inside he was infinitely colorful.)
 Jan 24 All Promete
Liana
Up in the attic
With my paints
And my rage
I was the canvas
Filled with color

Splats of red
I needed to
How else could I symbolize you?

Blue and orange
And purple and green
All trying you make sense of me

Little hints of yellow
For even then
When I could forget
I could experience momentary joy

I was that canvas
Because yes,
My head is overwhelming
And crazy
And angry
But it can also be beautiful

I was that canvas,
Abstract
And messy
Which some say isn't even art
And some say is wonderful

I was was that canvas

But wait
...
Wasn't I also the painter?
One painting that I really needed to create. It's in my old house in the attic. We are one.


(This note was written by my apology for not being able to be on here supporting your masterpieces yesterday)
 Jan 24 All Promete
Liana
I'm sorry
But you have to stay

I'm not ready to make a star for you yet
I make a star for every person that I lose. This is about my grandma, but also about some of my friends that I am concerned about. She wants to stay, they don't. This also goes for you. Yes, you. Please stay here with the rest of the mentally ill poets taking it one day at a time ❤️❤️❤️‍🩹
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