Winnalynn Wood

Winnalynn Wood Feb 2022

Tension

Cause I can feel the tension
we won’t mention
It could change everything
Cause I can feel the tension
we won’t mention
Will this change you and me

Daydreaming a little too much
Spins my imagination crazy
Say you seem a bit out of touch
What’s been happening lately?

Do you ever get lost in your thoughts?
You know I think about you a lot

Winnalynn Wood Feb 2022

Futile Prize

Sometimes life’s not fun
And you feel left by everyone
Just perhaps there was no one
That didn’t feel this at least once

You can be led in high water and survive
If you keep your eyes on the futile prize
Only the losers see it as a lie

Winnalynn Wood Feb 2022

Her in me.

How can I feel like I’m in love
When to you I’m simply no one?

Falling this hard couldn’t ever be pretty
Begging for crumbs of presence is a pity

I’ll be perfectly fine by myself
Politely pretending all is well
Cause I’d never be able to tell
The feelings I hid and felt

Not then, ever and especially now
Especially when you’re arm’s around

An effortless charming and kind beauty
I wish you could have seen her in me

Winnalynn Wood Dec 2021

Dreams

To sink into quiet sleep
In my dreams I am free

I can be who I want to be
Within them you see

So I’ll think and read
And attempt to repeat

All the good dreams
Of finally being free

Winnalynn Wood Jul 2021

Decade of the End

The birds are whistling
and the trees are listening

To the sway of a branch
and the ending of a decade
gone away with the facade

Of trickery wrought from calloused tongues
And seeds of deceit planted in the young

Come away my friend, watch the decade of the end
Again once more, before the flowers get sore
Bending into death, and ending their breath
Come away to endings, and the long awaited sending
Watch the decade of the end
my dearest friend

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Winnalynn Wood May 2021

Single Vein

She appears to have.. sadness without an apparent meaning
An onlooker or two wouldn’t know the difference
Between a smile faked or a genuine one
Between a mile take without a good run

A change is hard to detect
And a compliment harder to deflect

Every hour is very much tough
When thoughts pile and flood

It’s too much ruminating
Things such as hesitating

Clog up every single vein
Makes it hard to stay sane

It’s called anxiety
Don’t you see?

Winnalynn Wood May 2021

In Loving Memory

Who would I rather be than me
I’d rather be anyone across from me

Holding out for moments sacred
Anxieties spanning miles of acreage

I pick up on every crumb you drop
A never-ending trail I need to stop

Imagined memories together become scattered
I’m still driving down the ladder

Onward, downward, seething it goes
Spellbound rivers of spiraling growth

Pleading with tears out of this recession
An elaborate hovel of the worst depression

My realities seem such a hoax
The absence of perfection sauntered a ghost

One in which haunting is the prevalent way
Brazenly nasty it vowed to never stray

Really I’m a yearning plant
Nonetheless none will water me, it’s not in the plan

Withered and grey, forts of strength have gone under
I’m informed watching a relentless thunder

Brewing in the depths of my heart
In loving memory we’ll always be apart