BAILEY WOOD - POEMS

Bailey Wood resides in Phoenix, Arizona and is currently a freshman in college. Bailey enjoys exploring different forms of writing and hopes to one day pursue a career as a writer and editor.

The Language We Can’t Speak ​

Humanity’s secret is
The things we cannot write.
Words are a bridge
A subtle movement of ideas to connect the lost.
But the transcription of beauty
Stretches only so far T
he language of love
Her slender fingers, her soft eyes
The palpitations of eager hearts
And the hopeful directions of hands. 
Hold humanity’s secret close,
For if we dive too deep and expose the fragility
Of what moves us in sacred reality,
Then the meaning of humanity drifts like
A leaf disintegrating into the sea of nothingness
There are emotions and simplicities
We cannot fully encase in words.
If we could, it would oughtfully be,
​The devastation and collapse of society. 

The House of Mirrors
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Oh, the storm abrews.
Swept in such short seconds,
The whispers of wind
Yearn to be called.
Yet in time so slim, it dissipates.
How the isle of windows 
Reflects only the present,
When the past is so longed for.
The shadows, they fade
The ink, it bleeds
Over the dark canvas of horizon
Coveted timelessly by centuries.
Repetition by repetition,
The gears slowly shift
Oh how the tables turn 
But yet all that differs
Remains precisely the same
In the house of mirrors.

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Scary Stories
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The clock chimes
Shadows in the doorway
Words unravelling to rhymes
The shudders caress our souls,
The frightful plays press, we fold
Then the night comes to end,
Flickering eyes always pretend
Yet the shrill screams,
Echo in our dreams
And the more we listen,
The more we hear
We must be moved,
We dance with fear.

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Everything Good We Can’t Keep
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Summer’s touch of heat
An evening’s soft glow
Night aches and wonders
Of where we could go.
Fresh baked bread
Coffee brewed and sweet
Oh, it is truly 
The things we never seek
The short, spurts of laughter
The stories resting untold on our lips.
And when we whisper goodnight
We hold our hugs tight
Closing our eyes as we lay to sleep
We never wonder of
Everything good we can never keep.

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