Liana

Liana Feb 3

But

A strong sense of smell
But I can't smell out the lies

A strong sense of hearing
But matter how many times I listen to our recorded conversation
I can't hear what I said that made you snap

All of this makes me wonder
If you're right and it's me
Or if it was you all along

Clearing out my drafts because I have a lot and I've decided that it's okay to also post pieces that I don't like as much.

(This note was written by a cactus that was born with thorns. He realized his ways and no longer blamed you for bleeding when he ran into you. With support, he cut them off one by one. Some stayed, but most left. My hopes.)

Liana Feb 3

They watch eachother

She looks at her from a distance
With admiration and envy
For she's beautiful
She wonders why she couldn't be

That girl being watched
Looks at her
And thanks how she would do anything
To look that way
For she thinks that she is this sicking word;
Ugly

Happened to me the other day, the girl came up to me and told me I was beautiful and how she would **** to look like me. I felt so ugly that day and was watching her thinking the same thing. I told her how she was beautiful and how I was thinking the same thing about her which left her shocked. It was a nice moment.

Liana Feb 3

I feel like a bug sometimes

Do you ever feel
Like you're a bug?

I mean
Think about it
They get punished
For just existing
And in the world we live in
We are born in to this madness
With the only escape
Being death

Bugs come in all different shapes and sizes
Still bugs nonetheless
But when we see an ant just minding it's business
We step on it
And when we see a butterfly
we take a picture

Bugs get squashed
By people

People get squashed
By people

Do you see what I mean?

Maybe not the most poetic thing, but a thought I had.

(This note was written by a light that could not turn on, but you thought you could turn it on when you wanted to. Is that enough?)

Liana Feb 3

Take a moment

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.