Liana

Liana Dec 2024

There's a kangaroo in your closet!

What?

There's a kangaroo in your closet!

No...there isn't

It is, trust me it's there!

I know what's in my closet, what you're doing isn't fair

He's crying out for help, he's there, he's there!

I will not doubt myself
I saw there was nothing to be seen

But please...

Why do you care?

Because I made a mess in there...

I see
Please go far far away from me

I don't know if this makes sense, but it's about Gaslighting and how I wish I could respond to it.

The kangaroo from a couple poems ago---wasnt a kangaroo but a man who blamed it on the kangaroo. I believed him, but I've learned my lesson.

(This note was written by an elephant named Tom who likes bananas and flying cars)

Liana Dec 2024

Gamble

I want to know what I'm in for

Calling because you want to **** yourself and are in a terrible mood
Or
Calling because you are in a good mood and want to make my day hard?

Did you get me giant toaster that I don't want
Or
Or is there a favor you need?

When is ask you how you are
Will you get mad at me for asking
Or
Will you answer "Good"
Either way
You won't ask back
Because you don't care

All I wish
Is that it won't be a gamble
Anymore

Good or bad
I don't care

I don't like this one but went against my better judgment and am posting it anyway

(This poem was written by your neighbor's eyelashes)

Liana Dec 2024

Thinking in verse

The noise and messyness of life
Surrounding me constantly
I've learned to think in verse

The
Breaks
Between
The
Lines
Help
Me
So

To think in verse
oh
It is so not a curse

It makes the simplest things
Seem fascinating
And the biggest things
Less scary

Thinking in verse
Makes me merry

Ideas floating through my head
Making it less haunting for me when I'm in bed

I've learned to think in verse
It gives me such perspective

I've learned to think in verse
Making my thoughts branch out
And out
Into something crazy

I learned to think in verse
And it might be because my free time
Is poetry immersed

In and out
And out and in
Poetry made
And
Poetry forgotten

Thinking in verse
Pulls me away
And toward
This beautiful and treacherous world

I just know the original one in my head was so much better, but I forgot many of my ideas.

(This note was written by the color turquoise when he turned human and bought roses for a blueberry tree)

Liana Dec 2024

Tonight

Its a rough night tonight
My head feels like it's exploding
My asthma won't let me breathe
Along with my anxiety

My thumbs hurt like hell
I feel much less when well
Nausea cause by none other than my thoughts
Just wanting to go to sleep

(This note was written by my friend Impending Doom while he was contemplating death)

Liana Dec 2024

My alternative

I want to cry
But instead I write poems
And sob through them

I still cry a bunch though

(This note was written by the kangaroo in your closet who aspires to be an ice cream cone)

Liana Dec 2024

Ouch

Ouch
It's so **** painful

I don't know what to do
With the pain

I don't know what to do
With the knowledge that I did it to myself

My thumbs bleeding
Throbbing as if my heart was right in there
Yelling at me
Judging me for what I did

The worst part
Is the next time I'll see a bump
I'll just do it all over again
Until it scars my heart and my body forever

I feel guilty
But I know it's mostly his fault
I got it from him
He gave it to me
I know he doesn't notice
Or worse
He doesn't care how he impacts me

But all I can feel now is
Ouch
Outside and in

Just a minor skin picking problem:)

(this note was written by the monster that was formed by the tears of children)

Liana Dec 2024

What I Imagine Life Would Be Without Anxiety

My life would look so different without this feeling yet feelingless thing called anxiety

Maybe for once
I could feel emotions without consequences
Without feeling sick
Without worrying about feeling sick

Maybe I could sleep within the first hour or three
And leave the house to do things more frequently
Maybe I'd be doing better socially

Who knows
My head might not always feel
Like there's a million thoughts at once
Fighting to be heard
Fighting to be the first to frighten me out of my mind
Eat me up from the inside

There's a chance
I could smile genuinely
And not need to remind myself to breathe
Constantly
Maybe instead of re-reading and re-reading old messages
Finding what I should have done
Instead
I'd send new ones

(this note was written by an alien that told me they were spying on us from birth)