Natalie Wood

Natalie Wood Sep 2013

Spider

It’s still in here.

The silence is deafening,
I see movement in the corner of my eyes.
However,
I turn to look and see nothing but emptiness,
Mocking my senses.
I want to leave.
But the thought of it alone,
Instills in me a fear,
That would freeze armies.

I will slay the beast.

Natalie Wood Sep 2013

A Birthday Party

Laughter bubbles up, spilling into an iridescent night,
The nighttime shades of black and maroon wash away in the glow of giggles,
It is a small pocket of happiness in the otherwise empty darkness.

Trees huddle over the circle of friends, listening in on hushed conversations,
Stories told over an imaginary campfire, and foolish faces passed around,
Silly words are mixed into the tumbled mess of limbs.

Wrapped around each other are these friends; strangers mades friends,
Worries stolen away in the fresh, innocent face of night,
The temporary pocket of calm seems that it might just last eternally.

Natalie Wood Jul 2013

Poison Apple

There is an apple tree,
Standing 25 feet tall,
Its red apples are rotten,
I watch them as they fall.

The flesh turns a mushy brown,
The smell is sickly sweet,
The bugs love these apples,
I watch them as they eat.

This old tree is half dead,
The bark crumbles to dust,
It's stuck with broken nails,
I watch them as they rust.

There was an apple tree,
With a sad story to tell,
But it can't now, it's gone,
I watched it as it fell.

Natalie Wood Jun 2013

Thunder Speaks to the Soul

I can hear the song of thunder,
The pounding in my viens,
A heart to heart encounter,
An exchange with no need of names.
The water pouring from the heavens high,
A open heart to the rushing rains,
Slipping away in powerful tides,
These eyelids are just the window frames.

Wrote this during a HUGE thunder storm.

Natalie Wood Jun 2013

I am the Caterpillar

I am the Caterpillar,
Waiting for summer to bloom
So I can be free.

I am the Caterpillar,
Closed up in a cocoon,
Wanting to be rid of the past me,

I am the Caterpillar,
So close to to the freedom I long for,
Trying just to be.

I am the Caterpillar,
No longer waiting for summer to bloom
So I can be free.

*I am free.

#summer #caterpiller

Natalie Wood May 2013

Pressure (The things I can't say)

There is something I want to get off my chest,
Something that has shocked me to the bone,
If I tell, I'll go into cardiac arrest,
Sometimes I feel so alone.

I wish I could tell it here, but no, too public a place
If only I knew what to do,
Someone whose words are filled with such grace,
I wish I could tell someone like you.

It's a secret that I'm not supost to know,
Something that I only just found out,
I wish I knew which way to go,
when the roads are all rushing about.

Natalie Wood May 2013

Ode to a Pen

A pen is blue, black, red, green
It is your life written out
And unwritten
Words that you would
never say.
Things that you will
never do.
A pen is full of good things
and bad things
All compressed in ink
A pen is full of unfinished thoughts
and unwritten stories.
This pen will write my story.