Photo101, Poetry

Water

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Sometimes water can reflect what you see in the world.

And  sometimes water is still

and your memorized by the perfection of its clear stillness.

Stuck in the moment of seeing the real beauty underneath.

Which may be rocks or fish and suddenly the water is alive.

And you love looking at it every moment you get before time speeds up and you must move on.

Leaving behind the stillness of that water and piece of yourself to shine another day.

As that water shows its calmness and beauty for all to see.

Just know you helped that water grow when you accepted it that day.

 

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Poetry

Pretending never last!

Sometimes I can pretend that it’s all okay

but the truth is pretending can only last for

so long before the true feelings come back

stronger than before.

And as they hit me the wind is knocked out of me.

And I can’t pretend anymore.

 

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Photo101, Poetry

Home

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It is said that home is where the heart is.

And I agree because when I’m home this little cutie above is apart of my heart.

One of the many reasons I enjoy being home.

To see that smile and those cute little eyes

always makes me smile and warms my heart.

As long as this little guy is in my home or wherever I go.

My heart is always home.

 

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Poetry

One Peaceful moment!

Closing my eyes I lay back and I letting the sun shine down on me.

And I smile, and I relax

for warmth seeping through me

is enough to make this day

another great day.

 

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Poetry

Oh,How I wait for this shell to be broken!

I need to be just who I am, and maybe I don’t know who that is just yet.

I walk through this life with many emotions playing around in my head.

I try to be as strong as I can be and maybe that’s why not many people.

 See how bright I can shine for I hide it all, in this shell that is hard to break.

Maybe I’m just hoping someone will keep coming back to break the shell

And not just accept what I offer at the edge of the true me.

 

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Poetry

Thoughts

To wake up in the morning and feel like there is nothing on my mind, but

How will I go about my day and end up feeling like, I’ve accomplish something

Or did I do what I said I was going to do. Or did I let someone down for I backed out of being there for them.

Up and down my thoughts go as I try to think about my life and the decisions I’ve been making out of fear of losing it all.

Get out of my head for I don’t want to think of the memories of you. Did you not

Hear me when I tried to tell you what was going on but you just kept over

Talking me and in the end you didn’t hear what I had to say.

So now it’s still bubbling inside me, running around in circles until I find someone to listen to me and all theses thoughts can be release and I can think clearly again.

 

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Poetry

Smile

Seeing you smile at you me

Made me want to be happy too and so full of life

I‘ll never forget the moment I met you it felt like I found the other half of me

Life seemed so much better, so much more alive like the colors on the flowers seemed so much brighter I

Evened started to enjoy this life of mine,  it was all because you smiled at me that day and now everything is so much lighter in my life.

 

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Poetry

I didn’t want it be this way

For I still care so much but

it feels so wrong to stay.

The words are pouring out of me and you

can’t seem to help me stop and now

I’m stuck in-between should I stay or should I go.

 

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Poetry

Lonely

An acoustic poem written by only using the letters of the word lonely and has to be about the word lonely.

Left alone I hear about the lies

Only you know the truth

No one seems to want to tell me the truth as the

Echo’s of the lie run  through my mind as I sit alone and I see the

Lips so un true smile back at me as everyone stays away from me, I try to get help so this would all end. But those lips begin to

Yell at me to go away for I’m not wanted and no one wants to know me. And so I’m alone again.

 

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Poetry

Did you ever care for me?

So naive to think they cared for me like the snow of winter I have been melted away from their life.
Soon forgotten as the warm weather blows in.

 

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Poetry

Emotions

Emotions

flooding through my head

do I let them out into the world

where they could help or do more harm?

Emotions what will I do with you today, tomorrow?

An question I may not ever have the answer to.

 

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Poetry

Letting Go

I have to let you go, this is not fair to you.

You put so much into this Friendship.

It feels so wrong to end it as you sail away, with tears quickly washing down your face.

As the boat pulls away leaving me all alone and I can no longer see you, and the sadness I gave you.

 

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Poetry

Overcoming the cold

Time is passing by as you stare at the screen, lost in your sickness.

You cough and you sneeze the day away.

You feel helpless as everything you take starts to work and you slowly fall asleep.

To waking up feeling better but still not up to par.

So you sleep some more hoping that soon, you will wake up to a better day.

 

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The Journey of Bonnie Ann Spades(Revised verse of part 1)

This is a beginning to a story I wrote awhile ago and I’m just trying to fix it up alittle and would love some feedback.

She is very kindhearted girl who is shy and does not have many friends.

She has Gray eyes and long brown hair with light brown highlights, her eyes are small and her black eyelashes are long and healthy. Her nose is small and cute like a button and her mouth is pumped and thick. She loves wearing pink and red lipstick or color lip-gloss. She enjoys wearing pink and red t-shirts, sweatshirts and bows and she is not ever caught walking anywhere without a nice pair of sneakers or flats and heels when appropriate to wear. She is always seen wearing one of the heart necklaces her grandma and grandpa gave her when she at birth.

It is the first day of the second semester of the year and I cannot want to learn something about chemistry. On my way to class I bump into my friend holly and we end up going into class together. We soon separate once we see there are assigned seating by last name. I head over to my seat and realize I am seating next to Patrick a boy who is in the same grade as me but we have not officially met.

Bo: Hi, I’m Bo

Patrick: Hi nice to meet you Bo I’m Patrick

Before we could say more our teacher Ms. Snow walks in with a stack of white paper in her arms and a black leather bag over her shoulders. She is wearing a black dress shirt with tan pants and her hair is in a messy ponytail. She smiles at us all as she puts her papers down and walks back to the front of the room to introduce herself and what is expected from us this semester as we learn all about the elements and how they work.

Ms. Snow quickly announces that the person sitting next to you will be your partner throughout the class. We will have to work with them on all  assignments throughout the class time and can help each other on homework problems when we finish our work early. She also said if we are ever sick or have to leave class early the person next to us will be in charge of giving us the information we will need to make up the work or notes to study for the many test and quizzes we will have.

So right now would be a great time to exchange emails and phone numbers. Bo quickly writes down her information and when done. She gives it to Patrick who in return fills out his information and gives it too her as well. They each put it in their phones quickly before they forget, class goes on for the next hour and half, side by side Bo and Patrick take notes and focus on the voice of their teacher not thinking about how this semester will bring them together as friends.

I just wanted to get another good grade in my classes, not make new friends in Chemistry class. I have always desired to have more friends for I felt like it was what everyone wanted, to be cool and connected. Today is Wednesday and for the first time in a long time, I’m wearing a dress a nice red dress. That is hugging my curves nicely with my long curly hair resting on my shoulders. I paired it with one of  my favorite heart necklace that has a red ruby in it.

I’m feeling a little nervous about wearing this dress today for I don’t want to be judge for my outfit but I wanted to feel nice today and not dressed up in my usual sweatshirt and pants.

As usual Patrick is wearing a polo t-shirt with blue denim jeans and black sneakers. Patrick is nice, and funny we spend most of the class laughing at his jokes when the teacher is going over boring elements chart. We try to keep our laughter down as she looks around in her blue sweater, with her serious brown eyes trying to figure out if she heard something from us immature and unfocused teenagers.

I wonder if Patrick is as happy as I am to be friends, it sure makes Chemistry class fun and something to look forward to each day and week.

 

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