H.b. Woods

Joined December 2017

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I am a mental health warrior; I battle it daily. I’m a mom to 5, a wife, a daughter, and a friend. Some of my poems are brutal as my ‘journey’ continues. Thank you for taking the time to read my poems.

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Illusions
I engage at the sound of the tone I’m old but never withdrawn or alone I feel the wind swaying it’s pearls along it sings a melody so soft, but so strong
By H.b. Woods7 years ago in Poets
Bawdy of Life
I spread unconsciously spoken a victim to pave the current open the modest voice of the broken my red glass intensely potent
By H.b. Woods7 years ago in Poets
Two Hearts=One
As I glance over, I see you sitting there I remember all kinds of things that we’ve shared you are my rock, my calm, my heart
By H.b. Woods7 years ago in Poets
Freedom
It is an imaginary manipulator It is a twisted ride all impressive I suppose until you see the golden light Opaque given anxiety
By H.b. Woods7 years ago in Poets
Understand Me
Please listen to my words as they aren’t very clear you have to read between the lines to understand my tears I regret a lot of things
By H.b. Woods7 years ago in Poets
No Limits
I’ve been passing through doors, All of my life Nothing was forever but Temporary homes of a carving knife Blade slivered, down my leg
By H.b. Woods7 years ago in Poets
Crossing Over
The voice in the shadows, so lucid left open to attention, mythically translucent the firm gaze, loosely rose in amusement
By H.b. Woods7 years ago in Poets
My Person
The touch of your skin makes me feel at home the sound of your voice let’s me know, I am not alone Even though my brain is failing me
By H.b. Woods7 years ago in Poets
Her Bleeding Fight
She just wanted to lay down for the last time watch one more tv show and cry eat one more meal drink one more margarita with lime
By H.b. Woods7 years ago in Poets
My Hands
They have seen many places, They have touched many things, They have felt many gambles, And they have fought many battles.
By H.b. Woods7 years ago in Poets
Biblio-graph
The pain is so deep I can hardly breathe I was so young, only a preteen Foster care by the time I was twelve Why did she do this to me
By H.b. Woods7 years ago in Poets
Drowning
drowning laying face up, steadily sinking in this blue, subtle body of water pondering gracefully among my thoughts I wish I were not my mother's daughter
By H.b. Woods7 years ago in Poets

H.b. Woods

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Illusions

Bawdy of Life

Two Hearts=One

Freedom

Understand Me

No Limits

Crossing Over

My Person

Her Bleeding Fight

My Hands

Biblio-graph

Drowning

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