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Liana Dec 2024
That first night
When I lost him
I went to my backyard
Looked up at the stars
Picked one and decided
That was my dog Sandy

On my hands and knees
I cried to it hours
Outside in the cold
Asking why he left me
To face this world
Alone

I told him
How id never forgive him
But please come back
I miss you so much
It's all I ask

I made sure he knew
That I was sorry I didn't walk him that day
That I wish he would be there on my bed
Lying next to me
That I miss his bad breath
And even his high-pitched barks

My mom comes to get me
Also in tears
"What can I do?"
She asks
"Bring him back"
I answer

And now
Whenever I miss him
I pick a star
And using my mind
I talk to him again
Knowing that he doesn't actually hear me
But still taking comfort in it
I love and miss you Sandy ❤️

(This note was written by all the puppies being born today)
Liana Dec 2024
I write
Both to think more
And not to think

I paint
Both to illustrate my feelings
And to hide from them under layers of color

I walk
Both get far from my problems
And to make them clearer in my head

And I smile
Both to fake my happiness
And to make me more happy
This note was written by my trash can that grew hands and will soon take over the world
Liana Dec 2024
I would prefer
That he would seem completely
Bad

But I got a really confusing mix
That makes me head go crazy

He knows how to manipulate
Without seeming manipulative

Word things
So that you can't say no

And tell you untrue statements
Until you feel you don't even know what you know

But he does it in a way
That looks ever so innocent

He does it in a way that looks as if
he's in the right
Like the victim to an unheard of crime

It confuses me
And though I know he's wrong
And that he lies
It messes up my mind
All the time

I would prefer
That he would look completely
Bad
Than whatever this is
This note was written by a seal while he was skydiving from pluto
Liana Dec 2024
I tell myself
That I'm okay without them
I've done it most of my life anyhow
But sometimes now
I start to feel lonely

Either way
The people at lunch who I sit with
They don't count
Because I don't talk to them
Or even look up at them
I am in my own world

Maybe because
It has been this way forever
I've come to live with the fact
I will be without them
That at school
I am a loner
Sitting there
Staring into space
Tolerated

I still hope though
Which like it does with everything else
With this it makes me disappointed again
For I am still left
Without them
Interpret as you please buy I was talking about friends...

(This note was written by a barbeque chip that took a dare)
Liana Dec 2024
While I'm here
Lying in bed
Shivering from the cold of night
And writing with all my might
I hear the noises from outside

Motorcycles roaring
Large groups if people laughing
Random fireworks launching
And planes soaring

They're doing things
Being alive and awake
While I try to sleep
And to calm down
They run around

I wish I would be out there
Running too
But I have to lie here
Cold and anxious
And just hear you
This note was written by the villain of my dream
Liana Dec 2024
It's okay
Its okay
It's okay
It's okay
It's okay
You're okay
You're okay
Everything will be okay
Okay?
You're okay
It's okay
It's okay
It's okay
Breathe and everything will be okay


I feel like I'll never be okay...
This doesn't really count as a poem I guess but it is what I say to myself very quickly when I'm feeling panicked. I also loop the song "don't worry be happy".

Also in case anyone is wondering today I turned into a pterodactyl, and another pterodactyl called Bob told me to write this note while doing a backflip into a wormhole (Im not athletic so when I failed I was in so much pain I had to turn back into a human)

I think my notes are getting out of control, maybe I should stop...
Liana Dec 2024
Each brush stroke
A part of my soul
Blending
Mixing
Bleeding into eachother

Colors combining
Overlapping
Kind of like my thoughts

They make something interesting
Maybe messy
But calming
At least to me
Another way to deal with the world

(My cat's fish's uncle's enemy's friend took me to the middle of the ocean to write this note)
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