Month: November 2015

Good day

She sits at the dinner table, writing a poem for school. The warm heat from the fire calms her as she tries to come up with something good to share in front of her class. However, the truth is her problem is about standing up in front of everyone. She gets up to make some tea to help with her nervous, as she sips her peppermint tea, the words begin to flow onto her paper.

Bad day

She sits down on her couch with her favorite white and blue polka-dotted fleece blanket, just as she settled in with the final draft of her book. She hears, give it back to me. Screamed from the top of her son’s lungs. Quickly taking the stairs, down the hall, she goes to find to her shock. Her oldest son’s room is a mess as if a small tornado had come crashing through the door. There were white t-shirts and blue denim jeans everywhere in the middle of it all her two sons struggling with each other as Ben tries to get back his jersey. She yells, “Hey, knock it off and clean up this mess; you are too old to be making this mess.” An hour goes by as she talks them about taking each other things and how she hopes next time they act more mature about the matter. They apologies to her and each other as they clean up the room. As she walks down the hall and the stairs, she looks upon her twisted up blanket and her final draft on the floor and feels tired. She grabs her blanket and soon falls asleep with her final draft on the floor for another day.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Second verse: The first thing I heard on the radio was Grace Mitchell Live “Jitter”

It was one of the coldest days of my life, where getting up and going out in the snow required two to three layers to feel like I was alive. After hours of shoveling the layers and layers of snow, I finally went inside to have a cup of hot cocoa. Just then, my friend Tammy called me up saying she had gotten some great seats up in the front at the Lights off concert hall in the summer and wanted me to go because it has been far too long for me to go without some fun.

So I agreed a couple of months later on June 21, 2015, we headed into town with some friends. Arriving at the concert hall a little before 5 pm, I walked past the small park that leads me up to the north gate. I could see a couple of girls with blue denim jeans with different color shirts already waiting in line at the gate. One was applying on makeup that made her look like a little orange. To the side, I could see a dirt path leading to the south gate, which my friend Tammy said we had to go to get in for the gate crasher. I could see the main stage barely through the tall gates and trees was open, it looked to have roughly 3,000 seats inside covered by a brown wooden roof. A long line of people waited outside excited to get inside and party the tension way from their long day at work/school. Some were excitedly talking to their friends about how they could not wait to get inside and hear the Grace Mitchell sing. 

As we got closer to the door, I felt like I had nothing to lose, as we headed to our sits and the opening act came on it felt like everyone was dancing off the jitters from being so close to everyone and started to move to the music. Dancing with my friends, I happened to look next to me and, I noticed you in your orange t-shirt shining like the sun; it was hard to look away as your moves made me want to remember this night forever. I told you I liked your dance moves and we introduced ourselves, your name was Sam and, I said mine was Emily and as the opening act went off and my friends with to get drinks. We sat there talking about everything; I never thought I could be this open with someone who was just a stranger to me moments ago.

Then the lights slowly dimmed as Grace Mitchell came on stage and screamed, “Everyone ready to have a good time,” tons of people screamed “Yes” at her. I looked at you with a smile on my face as we began to move to the first song, “Jitters.” The music just suddenly related to this moment of meeting you and, I did not want to go home if it meant I wouldn’t see you again. As I turned to you and the song mentioned something about kissing, I couldn’t help myself and, I leaned towards you and, your eyes grew wide like a deer in headlights, but then you smiled and, we shared our first kiss.

I did not know how to behave around and hoped you would show me how too. As the show came to an end four hours later, I felt like a magician pulling from his bag of tricks as I moved my body to the music captivating you as the lights played off my body like a lighting show. You said you never saw something so breathtaking so close up before. It was like watching your favorite show on TV and, you couldn’t risk taking your eyes away and missing the best part. We became one that night blossoming our love. We left our old life in pieces on the floor that night and never looked back.

Written By:Deirdre Stokes

First verse: The first thing I heard on the radio was Grace Mitchell Live “Jitter”

I wanted to have some fun for the first time of my adult life so of course I let my girls drag me out to the new club in town. Soon arriving at an old red brick building that had a sign that read, “Turn off the Lights”, a long line of people waited outside hyped to get inside and party the tension way from their long day at work. As we got closer to the door I felt like I had nothing to loss, as we headed to the dance floor it felt like everyone was dancing off the jitters from being so close to everyone and started to truly move to the music. Dancing with my friend Liza and Tammy as Sammy and Danielle went to get us drinks and a table. I noticed you in your orange t-shirt shining like the sun; it was hard to look away as your moves heated me up making me want to not know how to get home if it meant I got to kiss you. I did not know how to behave around you but I hope you would show me how too and I wonder did you want to mess with me get into my bag of tricks and keep dancing our jitters away as we become one on the dance floor.

Written By:Deirdre Stokes

Sara has long brown hair that hangs from her shoulders as she holds on to her brown bag for dear life. Her light brown eyes show the sadness floating in her life like dark clouds announcing the coming of the storm. She walks down the street looking for someone or something to full; the emptiness she feels inside, wishing things could have been different with her life. When Sara was younger, she grew up in a household with two beautiful older sisters and felt she was not beautiful or cool enough to be someone who mattered. She spent all her time trying to be someone she was not, by the time those years were over she had no clue who she was as an adult. She had no sense of who was her real friends and who really cared about her for she had faked being happy all the time and had gone to parties when she was happier just being at home watching a good movie. Then she met Mike in college and for the first time she felt like herself, she was happy, laughing all the time, and going out was not so bad. Mike was her first true friend and he made her happy and sad when they fought over the small things but he always kept it real with her. It was hard for her now not to talk to him.

Written By:Deirdre Stokes

Sara has long brown hair that hangs from her shoulders as she holds on to her brown bag for dear life. Her light brown eyes show the sadness floating in her life like dark clouds announcing the coming of the storm. She walks down the street looking for someone or something to full; the emptiness she feels inside.
Wishing things could have been different with her friendship with Mike. The wind starts to blow it is so cold that her fingers, begin to tingle, she quickly starts to button up her brown jacket and pull up the collar to try to block out the wind.
After realizing that the wind is not going to die down, she decides to go back inside to her empty apartment and hope that the wind will die down, maybe tomorrow will be a warmer day.
Maybe a cup of hot peppermint tea in her favorite blue cup will help lift her from this cold day. Later that day, Mike calls Sara up, and they talk and talk for hours as the wind blows outside, blowing leaves in all directions.
Just like their friendship, it could blow in any direction.
Creating a new journey, the colors of the leaves start to distract Sara.
The colors fading together create new hope in Sara’s life.
Her sadness falls away like the leaves on the tree.

Written By:Deirdre Stokes