Month: January 2016

I have a dream.

You have a dream.

I am a Woman or I am a girl.

You may be a Man or a boy.

But  we’re both human.

so why am I the one who is expected to

cook or clean  and your expected to

work and make all the money.

What does that make  us at the end happy with

the things that are chosen for us or do what

we love. For I’m just a woman trying to live my dream

Not trying to prove who is more worthy than me.

 

Written by: Deirdre Stokes

 

 

I’m writing again like writer’s block hasn’t clouded my mind these past years.

Like the winter cold weather it froze me out, with only the hope of spring to come a thaw me out again.

Trying to find my motivation was hard as I was drained of all the youth of my writing.

I was no longer that person who first fell in love with poetry, I was older and the more I wrote it became more about me than my surroundings.

Until one day it was like magic the words were in my head and like lightening my fingers grabbed an pencil and begun to write again and I felt like my creative side was back.

Writing was not  like it was before and maybe it was better, wiser and more vulnerable than it ever was before.

Because Writing and me were one again.

 

Written by: Deirdre Stokes

In your reflection what do you see as you look at yourself in the water.

An image that shows you how tiny  and bright your brown eyes are and you smile to see how that looks on your sad face.

You see your reflection as something that is showing you how beautiful you are to yourself. For you love the way your eyes are and you grew into you nose and lips so you look so much more normal now.

You didn’t think much about the way you looked until someone else saw the reflection of you in their eyes, and realize you will not be okay with the way you look.

So you begin to hate your reflection and you start to look down when you come to mirrors and you only look to make sure there is nothing on you in the morning and at night.

The reflection of the beautiful girl is still there, waiting for one day for you to realize again that through your eyes you were always beautiful and sometimes the world can try to lock you in their box because you tried to step out.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

 

Sleep you are my friend when my dreams make sense and they are peaceful.

However, Sleep you have been playing with my mind lately and I feel I will be at a good spot as I will deep in sleep and then something wakes me up.

Then sleep you are no longer my friend for I try to listen to my favorite song to put me back to sleep or read a book until my eyes become heavy.

But sleep you are wide awake and you don’t want to play nice with me and no matter how much I try to push you, you will not be moved.

Sleep how I used to love you for you would put me under until the morning and my dreams would be nice. Now you haunt me with the nightmares that wake up me up thinking what I just saw was real.

Sleep how could you betray me, without me or others Sleep you would not be very useful, for we would not be sleepy and so we would not know what you are.

Don’t be so greedy Sleep, share you benefits of a good night sleep with me for I need it more as I lay down and rest my head for the night. Hoping sleep will give me another chance to sleep peacefully again.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

I knew the news was coming in soon as I looked down at my phone.

She said the results would be in at five pm and here I am sitting on the train trying to relax as I’m heading home for the night.

I get a text from my friend saying she didn’t pass and I am shocked for she always makes it up at the end with her work.

My stomach drops as I wait to see if I won’t get my news now for than it means I failed too and that is not what I’m looking for.

So as I keep refreshing the page and nothing comes and the second’s and minutes pass and then the results are in.

And no matter how many seconds had passed before nothing  can replace the second when I saw my score and it was not good.

I closed my phone hoping there was a solution to my problem and would I be okay in the end.

For this one second changed everything for me, but this second didn’t break me for I over came that second and my final second was the amazing, wonderful second of my life.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Freedom means I’m free to roam and not feel trapped by this world.

But you have to be careful with your freedom, because one wrong step and that freedom is blown away like the leaves of fall.

Never to be seen again the same way, once it’s gone you will wish you made better chooses in life.

I am grateful for my freedom for it makes me feel I can do anything that is Legal and right.

To breathe in my freedom feels so good as it blows around me like a sheet of protection.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Graffiti you are beautiful and you inspire me.

To be able to leave myself open to be judged and admired as an writer as an artist.

To show my skills through my words with no regrets for once you up there on that wall you are there to be seen, but my words can be easily erased by me before anyone sees them.

Graffiti you can be anything and anyone can have an opinion about you but you stand strong on that brink wall today.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

 

 

If I could imagine what my beloved would be like.

I would have to say he would have to be a sweet and kindhearted person.

With honest eyes and a nice smile but most of all a big heart.

Someone who puts others first and shines his light so bright that no one that ever meets him will not be left untouched by his warmth.

A smile will always be on your face when your in his presents and you will feel like you never had a bad day for your days will be filled with joy.

I hope one day to meet you my dear beloved but for now I hope you  shine bright on others in your life until you meet me and I get to share in that wonderful joy.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes