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Apr 2016 · 407
Drugs
Hannah Wood Apr 2016
OFF
“why are you crying”
       -I don’t know-
greyscale world
biting thoughts
in my head
like white noise
Can’t turn it off.
What’s the point
if we all die
someday.
I’m not worth
your time.
I’m not worth
this breath.

ON
Laughing until my eyes begin to water.
Vibrant flowers catch my eye.
I said something awkward,
but it will be okay.
Life is meant to be enjoyed with the ones you love.
Living is worth my time.
This journey is worth my breath.
Apr 2016 · 2.0k
Wapiti
Hannah Wood Apr 2016
A nature scene memorialized
        in brushstrokes and pigments of color.

A painting to be hung on a wall
        and admired from across the room
There’s no longer a need to visit
        a habitat that is gone too soon.

While urbanization continues
       placing wildness behind the dollar.
Apr 2016 · 373
Molting
Hannah Wood Apr 2016
The cool, clear babbling brook of crystal water fed by childhood’s innocence easily reflected the soft light of simple joys

Neon lights
Blasting sound bites
Are you pretty enough
Lose weight now
Shimmering clothes

These toxic wastes of existential effluents
Entered my stream of consciousness
Until the channels into my self-worth thickened with mud and fed the reeking skunk’s bath of self-loathing

Racing thoughts
Prevent sentences from forming
Instead I chew
On my cheek
Until it bleeds
The metallic taste lingering on my tongue a refreshingly devastating reminder of my continued humanity





Each stumbfumbling of words causes my pelvic floor to sink
I have no support
I’m a mess
I’m a puddle
Where there’s a bright yellow sign reading, “Caution, Floor Wet”
There’s me
There’s the puddle
There’s the mess

You approach my soul
You ignore the sign
Your kindness mops up the puddle
Your respect cauterizes the gashing cut of self hatred

Where there was once a puddle, there’s an egg
There’s life

The sharp jowls of your fierce devotion act as ****** to my self esteem
Holding it up through the turbulence of biting thoughts

Before the everythingphobic
Now the noneedforanyphobics
Your hand embraces my face as the softness of your lips sinks sweetly into my forehead
A weight drops

What falls away are the snake skins tattooed in scars unveiling the porcelain glow of new beginnings.
Oct 2013 · 373
10-25-13
Hannah Wood Oct 2013
In the early morning
I feel a hand slowly caress
My body
I'm jolted awake
My body
Is still and cold
Why is my friend of 6 years
Touching me
I just wanted to sleep.
He is married
I just wanted to sleep.
Now I don't want friends
Is it safe to go outside
Every night when I
Lay on my side
I can feel his hand---
I just want to sleep.
Trust only leads
To hurt
I just
Want
To sleep
Oct 2013 · 506
I Have Surrendered
Hannah Wood Oct 2013
Oh, Desire. You red faced beast.
Your fiery tempest consumes my thoughts.
No matter how strong my resistance, the attempt
Is Futile.
Oh, Desire. Your power is unparalleled.
Not even Envy or Rage is worthy in your court.
Out of the Grand Spectrum you are the all-consuming
The Obsessive.
Oh, Desire. You have pervaded my every moment.
The very thought of Him is now intertwined with You.
The Two have become One. There is no more
Distinction.
Oh, Infiltrator of my whole Being, where is your mercy?
There is no end in sight.
Hannah Wood Oct 2013
We are souls that have met long ago.
I knew your smile before I first saw your face.
I felt the warmth of your laughter before I heard your name.
And yet, each day your familiar attributes are as
Thrilling as if we’d just met.
Old Friend. New Lover.
You are my comfort. You are my exhilaration.
What contradictions lie between our hearts.
A love that feels as old as the sun.
A love that acts as a new burning flame.
We are souls that have met long ago.
Feb 2013 · 4.5k
I'm Just a Work in Progress
Hannah Wood Feb 2013
I'm just a work in progress.
Be patient with me please
As I continue to grow
Into who I'm meant to be.

I can't ever promise perfection.
But I hope that you can see,
My struggle for forward motion
And improvement will not cease.

It's quite possible you're a painting
That's still not yet complete.
Do not worry; do not fret my dear;
One day you'll find the missing piece.

Maybe we can help each other
On this journey towards our full selves.
For I believe that when I started searching,
I found you as well.

It is in this same manner
That I pray we will remain-
Growing fully into ourselves,
And in each other's hearts the same.

I am a work in progress.
It's not a bad place to be.
For you're not finished either,
And you'll journey through this with me.
Aug 2011 · 558
Cut Heart
Hannah Wood Aug 2011
I'm awake under the bright surgery lights.
Feeling the knife take its every slice.
Yes, this is how it feels to have your heart cut open.
Yes, this is what I felt when you left.

The wound is never fully healed.
It bleeds every time I think of you.
I can only survive for so long at this rate.
Please come and return that which you did take.
For part of me was entrusted with you.
Once you were gone, I was gone too.
Aug 2011 · 619
Stand
Hannah Wood Aug 2011
The heat of the day is intensified
By housing burning.
This ain't right.
Never understanding why they took her daughter.
Trying to forget the image of them killing his father.
Why do you want to take all their food?
The people struggle to even make their muscles move.
Orphans running barefoot along the rocky road.
The workers knees are buckling under their heavy load.

I cannot understand a person's thought process
Of causing harm, of beating someone down
Just to mock them?
What makes you so much better
than those around you?
To me, you're as good as the filth from the ground and
You're not human
You don't belong to this earth
If you can't view us all as equals
And see the other person's worth.

What's the government doing
to end this montrosity?
I want a say in what you do
Or I'll help bring down this so called democracy.

All I can hear are their screams.
We are their fellow human beings.
They're reaching out their hands.
So let's join together and take a stand.

— The End —