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Liana Jan 21
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 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 Nov 2024
It means almost nothing to me when it is said someone loves my curly hair
It means almost nothing to me when people say they love my green eyes or anything else


The best compliment I have ever received is
"Liana, you're so weird, but in the very best way!"
What I had no decision in vs what I do
Liana Jan 7
I remember a teacher telling my mother
That I was
"One sweet cookie"
And she was right

My father was the scorching tea

He grabbed from my comfortable bag
Loved me in his
"Unique way"
Left me soft
Feeling like it was finally olay
Then
Took a big bite
With his ***** mouth
And broke me

And after all of that
He thinks he can just buy a new pack

How wrong
Can he be...
(this note was written by a pasta noodle so big it could fit 100 people. They would eventually give in and eat it through. It was sad for the noodle.)
Liana Dec 2024
I cry
Cry
Cry

I make my mother sigh

I know little me would have been confused because I thought big kids don't cry
Only daddy did
Every night
Even then I knew he wasn't big
I guess


I cry
Cry
Cry

I make my mother sigh

She doesn't know how to help me
I relate to that honestly


I cry
Cry
Cry

I make my mother sigh

She's sad that she's sees herself in me
I don't know why
Why
Why
Not sure exactly but kind of inspired by "Cry Baby Cry" By the Beatles


,
(This note was written by the ant that hold the key to the universe)
Liana Nov 2024
To return home
Alone in your bedroom
Where no one can see you
And to finally let yourself cry
Screaming silently into the night
Liana Mar 22
She is a dog.                   She is my sister
Your half sister.             We share our trauma
She bites.                        She was neglected
She barks.                       It’s not her fault
She’s dangerous.           Her owner is dangerous
I hate her.                        I love her
She pees on my bed.     My dad locks her in my old room
We are so different.        We are so similar
So far apart.                     So very connected
She has some terrible, terrible behavior, I get it though. He’s both my father and abuser too…
Liana Dec 2024
My bedroom is dark


Like the place my mind takes me to when I wonder off
(This note was written by a bottle of water that if you drink from you'll only be able to speak through song after)
Liana Feb 5
Thank you darkness,
For you have made it possible
To see the stars and moon
In the sky

Thank you darkness,
For without you
I would not have been able
To imagine the light
at the end of the tunnel
And so,
I would have no reason to keep walking towards it

Thank you darkness,
For you keep everyone
"In the dark"
And I wouldn't have it any other way
Because if we knew the future
There would be no point in having it
One of the best things, though misunderstood
Liana Nov 2024
I fear you
Everyday
Every moment
You're a silent scream
always taunting me
You're unpredictable
Will I see tomorrow?
Will they see a tomorrow?
Why am I still in bed worrying
When there's a whole world?
I fear the last times
The last times I don’t even know are last times
My head takes me to places no one wants to go
You take them away from us
Anyone has the power to use you
We have to trust each other
But not too much
to avoid you

Dear death,
How dare you?
One of my first poems that I wrote soon after my dog died
Liana Feb 28
Dear seven year old,
Yes, there is a monster
But it’s not under your bed

The monster is in your head
But maybe it’s not even a monster
Maybe it’s just buried pain
Because they told you not to cry

Dear seven year old,
Yes, you should keep crying
Otherwise the tears will build up and flood your insides

The tears do not care for being stuck
They need to be released
Into the stars

Dear seven year old,
Yes, your plea for better times are being heard by the stars
They always will
Keep wishing on them

Wish on 11:11 too
Because to wish is to know what you want
And knowing what you want
Telling it
Makes it so much more likely to happen

Dear seven year old,
Yes, you still feel like the kid sitting under the slide and just observing life
And you’ve come to appreciate it

Observing, looking, watching
Make all the difference
Almost as much as writing

Dear seven year old,
Write.
Liana Dec 2024
Dear thoughts/brain,

I need a break
Please shut up
For me to love us
I need you to go away

Stop flooding my brain
Its overflowing
Soon it will explode
Please
I beg if you
Even just for a day
Take a hike
Or entertain yourself some other way

I know you like to watch me fall apart
Drown in your result
But it's too much today

Respectfully
Lock yourself  up
And throw out the key
For me

With mixed feelings,
You
(this note was written by a doorknob that wouldn't twist and mocked you when you couldn't open the door)
Liana Nov 2024
I don't know much about death
Except that it takes your loved ones
It is a big question mark
Taughting me
Constantly

I think
Our brains
Simply can't
Comprehend
That they one day
We won't be there

I don't know much about death
But I know
For some it might be loud
A gunshot the last sound they here
And for some it might be quiet
Alone in world with their last tear

I don't know much about death
But I know
For some it might be at age 6
A very tragic thing indeed
And for some at age 90
Holding the hands of their children
Maybe just as tragic

I don't know much about death
But with great sadness I know
That while some stay until they can't anymore
Some want to go

Death
Holds suspense, grief, and longing
In the palm of his hand
And he boasts it
Liana Nov 2024
To live
Is to eventually die

This is temporary
Everything is temporary

They say, "this will be over soon, it doesn't matter" for things sometimes
If that's true
It also applies to life

You will die
And the world will keep on going

Everyone you know
Will die
And the world will keep going

Someone is dying right now
And we keep living

Is it normal
That I feel guilty?
Death is crazy to think about
Liana Feb 17
People fear death
Or more so,
What happens to our consciousness when our bodies can no longer be vessels for it
And I think
It is much like leaving the womb

You have this whole world inside of there
You like it (sometimes)
But you know you must eventually leave
And you don't know to where

You think it's probably far away,
But in fact it's
Right there
Only inches away

I think death is
Right there
I don't know if that makes everything more or less scary
Liana Jan 25
The bump on my skin
Like a bomb
I feel I must make sure
Doesn't explode
Even though in reality
I know it won't

I peel it off
But that sets it off
What have I done?
Now there's blood

Why does it feel rewarding
To see the bright red liquid
Pour down my hand?

The pain is a cue
To feel mad
At myself
For I have caused it

There's just one more spot
I need to peel
I swear this is the last one
But it never is

I just pinch
And peel
And pick
Until my physical pain
Can outweigh my mental one

I'm sorry that it worries you
Or makes you feel awkward
But I can't
"Just stop"
Sometimes I don't even realize I'm doing it. People allways tell me that I need to stop. I know. I can't.

(This note was written by a cashier that was a ******* and used butter knives as her bed.)
Liana Dec 2024
"why are you always bleeding?"

"Did you get in to a fight?"

"Who did this to you?"

"What happened?"

"Are you okay?"

I want to say:
"Dermatoliomania"

But I say
"Nothing
I'm okay"

They don't need to worry about me
I'm almost decent as can be...
Sometimes
For those who don't know it's a skin picking disorder. And no, I can't "just stop".

(This note was written by a laughing trombone because he's done crying)
Liana 6d
They said I’ve changed
That I’m different than I was in September
That they liked her more

Of course they did
She was another dead fish going with the stream
She was scared
She didn’t want to make them upset

She tried to pretend that she was sane
That she was normal

She was sad
All the time
She was trying not to cry

She’s gotten better
Why is that not good enough for you?

The scars are starting to heal
Don’t make me make new ones
People make small comments/jabs about how I was better before.
Liana Dec 2024
I want to distract myself
Not think about the horrors that keep me awake at night
Memories replaying
Over and over again

But the hurt silently shouts to me
"You can't drown me out"
(this note was written by a purple cabbage who loved to ride roller coasters and go on walks)
Liana Nov 2024
Walking in the snow
Cold and wet
Lugging your broken suitcase up hill
Can really get you out of your head
11/22/24
Arriving at camp
Liana Jan 7
Doctor said
I just need rest

Came back a year later
Still messed up in the head

Doctor said
Just drink more water

Came back two years later
After I took a test and it said I was depressed

Doctor said
I'd be fine
I just needed a therapist

Came back one year later
After 4 of them
Not feeling the best

Doctor finally said
There's a problem
And set me up with a psychiatrist
To give me meds

I hope I won't need to come back again
Not a fan of my doctor

(This note was written by a backpack named zamarthadero that only was willing to hold hot pink clarinets that ate avocado ice cream)
Liana Nov 2024
Do I write too much?
All of these words
Accumulating so fast
Just waiting to be let out
They're getting clasutrapjobic
What can I say?
I wish I would stop
I ask them if I may
They say no
Not in a harsh tone
But just one saying that they need to be let go
"Okay" I tell them
It feels good after all
But do I write too much?
The question still stands tall
Just me?
Feedback appreciated ❤️❤️
Liana Nov 2024
Dear Faby,

If you are reading this
I am very mad at you
You promised
You wouldn't look for me on here
I showed you some of my poetry
But all that I was willing to share
The rest is too personal
For your ears

I love you
My dear friend
But please don't continue reading
It's an invasion of my privacy
I showed my friend some poetry today, I made her promise she wouldn't look for me on here, but I feel she will.
Liana Nov 2024
You say that you love me more than anything
But if that were true
You wouldn't only think of the present you
You would be the responsible adult I needed you to be
And you would take care of me
You would have a job
And clean the house
And try not to get so mad

You say you love me more than anything
But if that were true
You would think if me too
You would change for me
You would go to therapy
You would get better and become stable

So
Before you say you love me more than anything
Do those things
Because now
I can see that you are lying

Before you say that
Mean it
Those are some powerful words to lie
If you had crossed your heart
You would have died
Liana Nov 2024
Don't trust your reflection
The worst man alive might look and be deceived
He might see a hero who's done nothing wrong
An innocent man in and out

Don't trust your reflection
A beautiful girl might look and see a beast
She might see her eyes being crooked
Her body looking too wide yet too thin
An ugly monster outside and in

Don't trust your reflection
It likes to lie
It rips away at your insides
It shows you what you already fear
And makes you feel stupid and weird

Don't trust your reflection
It could break you
It could make you
It could take you to a world where you are better

That evil man will never know all the wrong he did
The girl will never know her beauty

Don't trust your reflection
When you see someone in the mirror
Ask them to define “me”
Then tell them what you see
And do t hide the truth
Don't try to plase especially

Don't trust your reflection
It warps to what the world likes to believe

Don't trust you reflection
Don't even trust me
Feedback appreciated ❤️
Liana Dec 2024
"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)
Liana Nov 2024
The dread for tomorrow
Is almost
As bad as tomorrow itself
Liana Feb 25
I used to be filled
With such intense emotions
Every day
A tear and a smile
Filled the jar

It was filled with anger and sorrow
But also filled with beauty and color
It was like stepping on sharp rocks in a beautiful sea of blue

Now the water has been drained
And the rocks made into sand that just sticks uncomfortably to me

I do not miss the pain
Bruises on my feet,
Blood making a pool of self-hate on my hands,
Or do I?

I think I just miss the ocean water
I long for the light of the sun reflecting on it
And the creatures that call it home

I feel that the sea has been emptied
And so has my soul...

I know I can't stop taking the little pill
That just keeps increasing in size
But I don't know how much longer I can take it

I don't know how much longer I can stand in the this big hole that was once the ocean
I don't know. I should be studying right now.
Liana Nov 2024
When I'm not escaping
In my social media, walks, books, art, music, or poetry
I am thinking
But thoughts are dangerous and scary
So I'll stick to escaping
And when I'm forced to look up
Into the scary world
I will use it as inspiration
And I will try to make it less scary for those who haven't found their best escape yet
And for those like me
Reluctantly looking up
I still take pleasure in many aspects of life like hanging out with friends and doing fun activities, but most things aren't as yummy


Why did I say yummy?
Liana Dec 2024
Even now
Many many years later
I still feel like the 2nd grader who sat under the slide and carved shapes into the mulch during recess
Sitting there
Watching everyone be normal
And just thinking thoughts
(This note was written by the laundry that folds your life into neat piles)
Liana Jan 11
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.)
Liana Dec 2024
I like to believe
That even the loneliest and least understood people
Have a star in the sky
That listens as much as you need
Gets you
And loves you

This star
Is just yours

Since you're basically one
When you hug yourself
It's like the star is hugging you
Wrapping it's brightness so tight
The darkness barely even leaks out

When the world *****
When you die
When you change
And when you cry
The star cares for you

Even in daylight
It's hiding there

Even when the star sees all the you do from up above
It loves you
And tries to help you
You just have to listen to the silence
And you maybe
Just maybe
Won't feel so alone anymore
(this note was written by the place you feel safest)
Liana Nov 2024
Everything that goes up
Goes down

Everything that begins
Ends

Everything that lives
Dies

So what's the point of anything?
Or
So what's the point of everything!!?
At the very least
That's your choice
Feedback appreciated!
❤️❤️❤️
Liana Nov 2024
I know I am lucky for it
These experiences people my age don't get
Traveling and performing
Playing my instrument
But they don't really know how it is
At home
Scales and metronomes
Haunting me in my sleep
Playing and practicing for my audition
All while crying
Tears rolling down my cheeks as I crescendo
A little sob escapes
During the half rest

I love music
But It shouldn't be this stressful
It's fun when I play with my band
But not alone with my mom
While she's telling me to play that measure again and again
Until I get it right
But I don't really care about that scale
I want to play for fun
Often I have fun though, when I get to solo or play a really cool song and stuff. My mom can really be free with music, it's cool, it's often just not like that with me. Today I was practicing for an audition and crying while doing it. After a while I got fed up and said I wanted to leave, and my mom started arguing with me about it. Eventually I did leave, and went to go hug my cat and write this. I am lucky for it though in many ways, and have learned a lot.

If interested,  her name is "Reut Regev". Her most recent tour was with a band called "Monica Herzig's   Sheroes".
Liana Dec 2024
When some think of falling
They can't help but think of flying

And when some think of flying
They can't help but think of falling
Sorry I didn't have to time to be on HP yesterday! I might not have much today either but I'll try my best.


This poem was inspired by a line in the book "Reached" in the series "Matched".


(This note was written by the person that had one cat. I feel like everyone that has a cat has more than that. Me too.)
Liana Dec 2024
When it rains
Little branches get wet
And droplets form on them
Not falling
Just waiting to drop
Some want it
Want to fall to this puddle from which there is no return
And some love it up there

They will drop though
That's for sure

Will they be shaken accidentally by a girl taking a walk?
Will the water build up so much
And they aren't strong enough?
Will they evaporate?

They will all fall
Eventually

Is that comforting?
Sad?
Is it crazy?
I was the ******* the walk today, it was freezing and raining but it was great. As I type this my hands barely work :)

(This note was written by the branch that is a side character in this poem. He was hoping this was his time and wondering who will write for him a poem where he is the star)
Liana Nov 2024
Every time you got better
I would make a mistake
I would think it might last
I would think maybe
Maybe this time it would stick
It was only false hope

Time and time again
The "new you"
Never lasted
In an unexpected instant
You switched back
Just when I thought you changed
False hope

I would rather never hope
Than have my heart crushed every time
This is about my dad. He has BPD (Borderline personality disorder) and it makes him very unpleasant. Constant changing, no stability. It really messed with my head. When he would be in a good period I would always hope that this time it would last. Now I realize it won't and that he is never changing forever and it's better to believe that. I hate false hope.
Liana Nov 2024
Fathers
Bizzare creatures they are
For most
They cause pain and suffering
And for the lucky some
They hold your hand in hard times
Sing to you lullabies
Make your mother happy,
Not the reason she cries
They help you with your homework
And they work hard
They can control their anger
Raise their kid
Be responsible
Be kind
Care
Try
Respect that you are adolescents
And most of all
BE YOUR PARENT

Fathers
Bizzare creatures they are
I know that some are good
Which I admit
Gives me jealousy
What did I do to deserve one like mine?
Liana Nov 2024
Some fear spiders and snakes
Some, closed spaces, or swimming in deep lakes
Some fear eating too much or talking to people
Some, heights or needles
Then there are those who only fear their own mind
And all of the terrible thoughts and memories inside
And to those people
I wish you prosperity
❤️❤️❤️
Liana Dec 2024
Do you know that feeling(less)
Where you feel all the emotions at once
But yet
Feel none at all

Like you can't cry
But are choking back tears

Like you never want to open your mouth
But you do want to scream

And like you want to curl up and die
But also get out of the house and live?
(This note was written by the possibilities and alternate realities of cheese cake)
Liana Nov 2024
A blue jay perches
Watches the autumn leaves fall--
And stays there alone
I honestly didn't even know what a Haiku was (I knew it was a type of poem but nothing else)before this website. It's my first time trying, and it was really hard! I did my best, though it didn't turn out as good as I hoped. I decided to post it anyway.
Liana Nov 2024
There's something about
Winter's first Snow
More than any other time
The white glows

We forget about how beautiful everything is with its new shiny coat
I must admit
It's bittersweet though
Because you have to let go
Of the leaves full of color
And the cozy feeling of fall

I believe its worth it
For the first snow
Despite the end of it all
11/22/24
Liana Nov 2024
Your parent is waking you up
“Five more minutes!” You plead
And now all you want to do is sleep, sleep, sleep
The warmth of the blanket
The peace that comes with the dark
The calmness of your heart
In bed that very last night, none of this you saw
You saw monsters under your bed
Monsters living in your head
The blanket was too warm
Your pillow covers in tears
Only in the morning do you think this would please
In your head all would be solved
Five minutes and all problems
–****, gone!
Then when it's over, you want it again
Liana Jan 11
There once was a flock of birds
All turquoise with yellow beaks
Flying together
In a V

They like to decide things
Like how to sing
how to flap your wings

Sometimes this flock
Makes some mistakes though
Like saying the only way to soar
Is throughout sideways flying
Even when some can't do it

Some birds try
And they fall

And now they're on the ground
Feeling alone and scared
Afraid they'll fly back up wrong
To get back in the V

The lucky ones
Find others who fell
And let the ones who want to fly upside down
The ones who fly straight
Backwards
Or even walk with their legs on thin air
Do their thing

They soar up
And they fly free
Together
In their own way
The V is society. Some can't be like them, or follow their rules or expectations. We just need to find eachother.

(This note was written by an elephant who enjoyed breakdancing. He wore shimmery clothes and did his thing. He didn't have a name. He was Infinity.)
Liana Feb 9
"Forgive and forget"
They say

But I will not forget
Not because I want to remember
But because otherwise
I would get hurt over and over again
Like a moth going to a lamp
Bumping into it expecting the sun
But only being greeted
with a hard slap of glass
Over and over again

"Forgive and forget"
They say

I will try to forgive
Not because what was done was forgiveable
But because otherwise
The hurt and anger would be like rocks I had to carry in my heart constantly
I didn't even have a bag
My arms got tired
And sometimes they would all fall

"Forgive and forget"
They say

They don't understand
Sorry I have not been active once again. Life is so hectic lately and even when I do have time I feel too depressed to use my brain.

(This note was written by a cat's pur that faded away. Was the cat still happy but didn't show it or was the cat dead?)

I know the note is weird
Liana Nov 2024
For the next two days
I'll be off and away
In the middle of nowhere
Where no one wants to be

For the next two days
I'll have no electronics
And that means no phone
And that means, I won't be on here

For the next two days
I hope you all can forgive me
For I will be forced to take a break
Today I am leaving for the camp of the scouts I'm in. They take all your devices, and they won't return mine until Monday. Usually boring stuff, but the people are good and the bond over hating it. Anyways, I'm not dead or in a major crisis. looking forward to seeing all of your poems on Monday!
Liana Nov 2024
I found my old diary
And some letters I made to my future self years ago in it
I cried
I wish I could hug her
And thank her
I'll be doing this every year
I also recorded videos to my future self during the beginning of covid, so fun to watch
Liana Dec 2024
Yes
There's a monster in my head

He makes me dread
Everything
Like the worst is always about to come

He makes me fear
Everyone
Even when they're trustworthy

He comes out
Late at night
He claims he doesn't want to hurt me
But he always does

He makes me question myself
And those I love
For no reason

Yes
There's a monster in my head

He makes me lie for hours in bed
And for some comedic relief
I called him fred
Fred the monster
Living rent-free in my head
Please leave me alone
I don't need you at all


Fred doesn't leave
He just sits there
As if he has a right
To take up space
I only have so much
What you're doing isn't fair Fred
Please go away
I had an old version of this but I wanted to add a bit

(This was written by a bear names Greg who was engaged to eggs)
Liana Nov 2024
You think that you are happy by yourself
Until you make wonderful friends
Then you can't stand to be alone again
But to make those friends
Is the tricky part
And it can be a lot more than tricky
So best of luck
I believe you will figure it out in the end
Message me if you please ❤️❤️
I'll truly be happy to talk with you
Liana Nov 2024
When I go to the airport
I always wear a funny shirt
Because waiting in line is so dull
And I want to make someone smile
Maybe get a laugh
Maybe make a friend
Maybe make a day
Because why not?
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