Liana

Liana 4d

The halls swallow me
Luckily I don't notice
Thanks to my music

It's so loud and crowded when moving classes, the only way I can do it is if I have music on so I can tune everything else out. Just discovered a band called "Gang Of Youths" which was on shuffle today.

(This note was written by microwavable doorknobs)

Liana 5d

Cold outside

Even though
The ground is covered in snow
I know if you dig a little deeper
You'll find it to be warm

There are some people I thought I might never end up liking or being friends with, but I only saw the show. Of course, not true with everyone, but nevertheless.

(This note was written by a shirt that ate cobbler and then sat on air to watch a pen skydive)

Liana 6d

Please don't leave

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 ❤️❤️❤️‍🩹

Liana 6d

I can be strong for you now

My mom smiles
But I see the tears in her eyes
I can feel that shes willing the tears away

She tries to keep strong
Because she's the only one who does that for me
But I can handle it now
So I say
"It's okay
You don't always have to be fine
Or strong
I can be strong for you now
So let go"

And with a blink
The tears roll down her cheeks

"I love you"
I say
As I give her a hug

I feel her pain in that embrace
I want to take it away

Sometimes I forget
How much she's been through too

(this note was written by a hat inside of a hat inside of a hat inside of a hat inside of a hat)

Liana 6d

My Grandma

It's hard to believe
That such a strong person
Is starting to deteriorate

They say that she's okay
She says that she's okay
Because it's too scary for her not to be

The short
Strong
Curly-haired
feminist
Who loves
And cares

She's my mother's mother

She can't stop existing
She can't leave
And the earth can't keep spinning if she does

It pains me
Hurts me
To think of her last breath

The person
Who once held me
Outside in backyard
And sang to the night sky with me

The person
Who raised my mother

The person
Who was once a little girl
With dreams and hopes

She can't leave...

She's in the hospital. I'm not ready to make a star for her yet. I'm not ready never to see her again.)

(This note was written by the hospital bed she might die on. I wonder how many dies on it before.)

Liana 6d

I was that canvas

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)