Kai: Favorites

Jan 21 Kai

Liana

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 ❤️❤️❤️‍🩹

Jan 21 Kai

cat friendship

Jan 21 Kai

WILLIAM WORTHLESS

cat friendship

cats they can be so loving i have one so i know
i got her as kitten seventeen years ago
she is my best friend keeps me company
and her loving way she still gives to me

climbs upon my knee lets me stroke her fur
happy and content as she begins to purr
tho she is getting old her loves still there for me
best friend in the world and will always be

Jan 20 Kai

I was that canvas

Jan 20 Kai

Liana

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)

Jan 14 Kai

The gallow

Jan 14 Kai

Peter Gerstenmaier

The gallow

I can feel the rough rope
Gently caressing my neck
Embracing it like an old friend
I'm not afraid, I'm just tired
So very tired of everything

So I take a deep breath, 1, 2, 3...
And in a passionless swift move
I kick the bench under my feet
Dance in the air for a little while
Until I finally find my peace

Note 1: this poem was reported and taken out of HP. After a review, it went back on (gladly Eliot York has more sense than the one who flagged it).
Note 2: if you're having this kind of thoughts, please, talk about it. Seek help!
Original note: Another nightmare I had last week. Woke up sweating and frantically kicking the air.
It's not like suicide is a new thing to me - I attempted it when I was 15... but I haven't had suicidal thoughts in many years. And that's as scary as it gets. I don't wanna give in to them.

#gallow #nightmare #suicide

Jan 14 Kai

Broken breaks

Jan 14 Kai

Liana

Broken breaks

Broken glass
Breaks skin

Now it's bleeding

I don't know if it makes sense, but I mean broken people break others. Not an excuse though.

(This note was written by a tree that swam in the sea)

Jan 14 Kai

Is it dark or light?

Jan 14 Kai

Liana

Is it dark or light?

Let me ask you a question:

If a room is dark
And you turn on a light
Is the room still dark?

Everyone I ask
Tells me it's now light
But they're assuming
That lightness
Overweighs the darkness

What if the darkness
Is just too strong?
What if the light
Is too dim?
A nightlight of sorts
In a big forest

Or maybe
Both answers are right
And it just depends where you draw the line

What do you think?

(This note was written by a tomato that was empty inside. No seeds. Just darkness. He's waiting to be cut open.)

Jan 14 Kai

"Grown ups"

Jan 14 Kai

Liana

"Grown ups"

I called them "grown ups"
Until I was old enough to realize
That some of them didn't grow up

From my experience
Mostly for bad
But sometimes for good

My dad never grew up from that toddler stage of the world revolving around him, throwing tantrums, and not being able to care for others. :D

Also, I am very pro keep your inner child alive, so don't get the wrong idea. That's what I meant by for good.

(This note was written by a wrench with a cool-mint stench. It's favorite place was a bench.)

Jan 4 Kai

Why I Won't Believe

Jan 4 Kai

Liana

Why I Won't Believe

People ask me
Why I don't believe them
Why I can't trust that they won't lie

The reality is
I used to believe it all
That he would change
And that he won't the battle
With his drugs
And his anger
But then I saw it
I felt it
And that's why I cry

This is why
I refuse to hope
And I can't believe

I want to
I really do
I promise
I try

I feel like everyone is lying to me recently and this is the reason I think might be why.

(This note was written by a yellow blue jay that ate the number 5281017 and sleeps underground in the sky.)