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Winnalynn Wood May 2021
And a memory goodbye ruined her life
Enough tears shed to fill the bottles of wine

Drunk on wounded spirits in the basement wells
She couldn’t cope with easing out of those musty swells

By any means soon, even by a lended golden ladder
And a heart brushed cold beats the slightest sadder

Nights slipped away, in a tone-deaf passing of by  
The sun southed the horizon one too many times  

And the seasons erupted and shifted and growed
While ambition and inquisitive pathways slowed

Long enough to drop her face in those hands
That saved her from a million sinking sands

A longing to feel as light as a whisper
To flow as freely as a racing churned river

A gem of carelessness yearned to be attained
Wishing dazzling diamonds on her soul’s shattered panes

For a cup of sorrows to be done away with
Traded perhaps for a tall glass of cold bliss

And over and under the many years
A seed of delicate harmony appeared  

Within her soul, a long gone spirit was renewed
That babbled and brewed from a pocket of youth

That accompanied such anticipated  change
A hoped for and prayed for, delightful  exchange  

And somewhere without the here and now  
A faithful companion is smiling down  

From a sky with creamy clouds and dreamy blues
Who would have assumed the tests time pursued
Would ascend her tarnished soul back to you
Winnalynn Wood Apr 2021
i don’t know who i am
but i hope you understand

i’ve already soared so far
but when asked who you are

how could I answer to them
their question always stems

asking me again, who am i?
i don’t know even about life

sometimes things seem alright
and other times it feels a lie

knocking again they ask,
who are you?
i still don’t know, i tell the truth

but when I looked beyond myself
i saw that the greatest wealth

is seeing within the minute things
noticing the gems that dwell unseen

to take not for granted anything i have
to see the sun shining behind the black  

and now i can certainly answer to
the wisest question, who are you?
Winnalynn Wood Apr 2021
Internal battles meant to be discounted
And anxieties rumored as dismounted
While nothing could have amounted
To the tales within those mountains
Regarded and enabled as fountains
Of flowing wisdom which hasn’t counted
The melody of life yet to be sounded
A treasure seemed and well-rounded
Singular rhyming sequence based on my ruminating about worries and fears.
Winnalynn Wood Apr 2021
The riders gleaming golden saddle
Hides the swirling, eternal battles

Fought within the bravest minds
Surfacing amongst the worst times

Laid bare to eyes they’ll never be
Imaginations one will never see
I wrote this to describe moments of anxiety that can be too much and overwhelming
Winnalynn Wood Apr 2021
They easily left in a remorseless goodbye
I tried to forget and seemed to get by

The hardest part of moving on
Is always remembering that they’re gone

Even if they’ve forgotten about me
Feelings can’t be erased nor the memories

Friends stick together and lovers depart
I’ll say I’m better but always feel the spark

With a promising brandish it died on your end
My heart sunk and drowned, trying to pretend

That I felt okay, that I was going through some phase  
Everyone assumed, but it never felt that way

What does it matter, you have a wife and kids
To be trusted and lusted by you  
I’d sacrifice anything to give  
But dreams like that never come true

Happy ever after seems a faraway thing
Effervescent laughter inside two rings

That sparkle on both of your intertwined  hands
How left behind I feel you’ll never understand
I wrote this after listening to right where you left me by Taylor Swift.
Winnalynn Wood Apr 2021
It was an unexpected travesty
While I sipped on my Paris tea

Black and swirling in the creamy cup
The melancholy inside wasn’t made up

The touches shared never to be replayed
A pen left wordless on the splotched page

The story of us dwindled and ended
I’ll yearn the soul I lost and befriended

It stains the wanderings in my heart
Restless longing never to depart

Will she look at you the way I did too
Or with her smile is your gaze anew

Amongst any spoken tendril I have to say
You’ll ignore it regardless, keep it at bay

No matter wherever I beg and try
Forever I’ll be pinned as the bad guy

Your friends affirm it without any doubt
The words you spill attract gallons of clout

And even with a vine of knowledge to prove
They’d pry and spy ‘til nothing’s left to prune
Whilst drinking my daily cup of Harney and Sons Paris tea I imagined this scenario. The heartbreak of being replaced is shattering indeed.
Winnalynn Wood Apr 2021
My dear friend please show me
How to act like I know these

Bumbling facades running this place
They’re all fakes that take up the space

Stuck in a whirling fantasy of power and fame
Tucked in a twirling travesty of towers of blame  

That they could never take for themselves
Lingering at the top takes a lot of help

They have gluttonous accounts, that makes all the headlines  
Without the money around it’d be an endless breadline
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