Month: May 2016

Poetry

Daily Prompt: South

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I’m lost in a part of town I’ve never been before

and my friend is no help for all she keeps saying is we

need to go south of here to get there by 4pm.

So we walk past a dog park and we go south and south

Until we end up out front of a bar, not the one we need to be at

but maybe if we go inside we will get some directions that actually

lead us to the  destination.

But all the guy says is you take two lefts and you go south of the stop sign

in front of the Bridged Bookstore.

And I think okay and say thanks and here we go again, two lefts and well

there are like 4 stop signs and not one of them is right in front of a bookstore.

At this point I’m done and realize I don’t know how to get back to the car and thanks to you I left my phone in the car.

For your sense of directions are great and who needs a phone with a GPS on it for those things always end up being wrong.

Well I’d say your wrong my friend and now we might as well go look for a phone so we can find out where we need to be or at least be able to track my phone back to my car.

And call quits on this little adventure, that got us south of nowhere but lost.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: South

#MayBook Prompt, Writing Fiction

The Nightmare

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It all started with me leaving the house

That night, it was so dark and silent

Too silent if you ask me but I kept walking.

As I entered the forest that night all I thought

About was this is the quickest way to your house.

But as I got deeper into the woods, I swear something

Touched my jacket.

But it was just a branch I hope, yet I couldn’t bring myself

To look back and find out.

For I’ve heard the stories of the hands and teeth that come out in

The night.

But I’ve always laughed it off for no ones really had proof to prove

If it was real.

However, as I got closer to edge and could see the light on your front porch I’ve never been so happy and relieved at the same time.

Then it happened so quick, something grabbed me and as I was jerked backward

I heard something say: “don’t fight us, you belong to us Dawn and its time to connect.”

I started to really freak out inside but I  fought smarter this time and as I ripped myself away from my old blue jean jacket.

I looked back and I saw the hands holding my jacket, they were tan human hands and above them were teeth.

Sharp teeth and they were smiling at me, and even though I knew I had to run and get away.

I knew I needed proof, so I quickly took out my phone and snapped picture after picture.

Until they came at me again, so I ran as fast as I could and I didn’t stop until you opened the door.

Peter: Dawn what’s wrong, you look like you seen a ghost and where’s your jacket its freezing out here?

Dawn: They took my jacket and I didn’t see a ghost, I saw the hands and teeth in the forest. Oh my gosh Peter the stories are true!!

Peter: No way, I’ve lived here my whole life and nothing ever got me in that forest Dawn. You must have brushed up against a branch and got scared.

Dawn: No Peter, it wasn’t a branch and i’ ve got proof to prove it too you.

Dawn pulls out her phone and shows Peter all the photos and Peter no longer doubts what she told him.

But he fears what she said the teeth said to her,for Peter’s grandmother has lived in this town all her life.

When he was little she told him  a story of her Native American tribe from the past.

And in that story the tree’s take a girl every 16 years, and use her youth to make the forest thrive for as long as she lives.

As all the pieces come together Peter knows his friend would soon be gone, he hugs her and tells her it will be okay and they must rest for the night.

When Dawn has fallen asleep, Peter goes to his grandmother to seek advice and a way to help Dawn.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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For the # May Book Prompts-The Forest Of Hands And Teeth

#MayBook Prompt, Writing Fiction

The Library

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It had been a long day of researching

And  the quietness of the library helped me focus

For the first time this semester.

I felt good to not have to rush to pull this paper

Together, and it was quite an interesting subject.

But as I looked up from the book I had been reading

And checked my phone is was almost  8pm and I was starving

But as I collected my stuff, something brushed  past me.

As I looked up no one was near me but I just shook it off and

Left, hoping the cafeteria was serving something with chocolate

For dessert.

As I finished my dinner and looked in my bag for my keys, they weren’t there but I had them at the library.

I swear I had picked them up, ugh I can’t get in my car or my apartment and the all is too long.

I have to go back to the library now,  I walk as fast as I can go to get there even though it doesn’t close until 1 am.

I’m getting tired and just want to go home, I reach the library in no time and quickly take the elevator to the third level and walk to the end to the abandoned  table near the window out looking the park.

As I look around I spot the keys in the corner underneath the table, and as

I reach down to get them something touches my back.

And whispers, “ I will take your soul to keep, forever if you don’t help me get out of this place.”

I hit my head, as I rubbed it with my right hand I grabbed my keys with my left  and got up, only to see a pale face staring out me.

I can’t move as my body begun to shake with fear, the pale-faced boy opened his mouth and.

Said: “You have two months to get me out of here or you will be enjoying next semester with me in smelly old library forever!! And this isn’t  a dream the last girl didn’t take me serious and she’s haunting the second floor of this place.”

As quickly as he spoke, he was gone and I  was left alone to figure out how to save my soul and finish this semester without failing.

Because if I could get it all done, I might just transfer out of this place.

But, first I need to find the poor girl haunting the second floor and save her as well.

For my friend Susan disappeared last semester and the second floor of the library was her getaway place.

 

To be continued………… Maybe

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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For the #May Book Prompts-Library of souls

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Daily Prompt: Buddy

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Buddy

You’re my friend

Or you’re the name of a  dog.

But either way your always around

sharing laughter together or barking  together.

Were always sharing a moment, making memories

That I photograph to look back on when were not together.

Whoever  you are Buddy I’m sure you matter  to someone

And you bring  great joy to them.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Buddy

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Daily Prompt: Healthy

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Oh how sometimes being healthy isn’t easy

But being healthy is a good thing for the body.

Eating fruits is a good thing, for there sweet and delicious

But who am I  kidding when sometimes the healthy choice

Isn’t the first thing on your mind.

Being healthy takes a lot of planning things out but in the end

The results are usually good, whether you want to improve you’re

Eating habits or lose weight or just try to eat differently.

Healthy can mean so many things to you but it’s up to

You to accept it for what you want it to be.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Healthy

 

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Daily Prompt: Underestimate

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I’m quite the shy one and maybe that makes you

think I’m not capable to standing up for myself.

But let me tell you something I’m more than what

You see on the outside, and it’s wise to not  underestimate me.

I may be short and a women but I’m more than able to bring you

Down with just one hit.

So if you let me show you what I’m capable of doing, no matter

What the task is I will learn how to do it, if I still can’t do it I

Will let you know.

But all I ask for is a chance to try to figure it out for I’m not looking

For the safe way out of life, I can’t live to the fullest if you won’t give me

A chance to experience as many opportunities as I possible can.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Underestimate

 

 

 

#MayBook Prompt

My last words

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I don’t know what my last words will be

Or who will be around me for it’s not my time yet.

I hope, I would think I would have little to say or a lot

Depending on who I’ll  be talking to.

But as I lay there dying, I hope I’ll be surrounded by love ones

And nice things will be said and I will go in peace knowing I

Completed all I was meant to do and said all that needed to be said.

I’d probably be brutally honest  and let you all have it and probably

Won’t all be good words coming out my mouth but you’ll get over it

When I’m gone.

In the end I hope you’ve said all you had too to me and when it’s time

you feel as free as I will.

So lay me down when I am dying and talk my ear off and let me do the

same until I leave with smile on my face and knowing I’m going to a better place I hope.

But I also hope you will be okay and strong when I’m gone, and I want you to know it’s okay to carry on without me and more joy will come and I will always be in your heart.

 

sincerely,

Me laying here dying for all to see one day!

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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For the # May Book Prompts-As I Lay Dying

#MayBook Prompt

Warm bodies who are you?

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Warm bodies cuddle together on a cold night

Warm bodies try to brave the heat

Of the sun shining down on them.

Warm bodies work hard to make a living

To be inspired, to create something new.

Everyday they get up and walk up the hill

And fall on their knees to see what life has for

Them on the other side.

These warm bodies are called human beings and

They have so many names.

They grow up trying to be more than someone would

Say they could be, for they wanted to be  better, stronger, wiser.

Only to end up in place a little better than before they went

Off and dreamed about the life  that seemed so possible if

They just believed in more than what they can see.

These warm bodies enjoy many things and they really just want

The things in life that are meaningful, and a place to call home.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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For the #May Book Prompts-Warm Bodies

Every Friday Writting Prompts:Free Writing timer

How we connected and kept Connecting!

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 Photo courtesy of Photos by Laura

 

I didn’t know we would connect this way

for I didn’t think we would end up being friends.

But for some reason I wanted to be your friend so bad

for the connection between us was strong before I truly

knew you.

And then we bonded over something we both were dealing with,

and knowing someone else was struggling like I was seemed to help.

Me be strong and continue on.

Over time the friendship grew and you were like family to me

and when we were apart  the connection was still strong.

Even when the connection was strain, nothing truly could make

it break and as we grew up the connection changed, but we still

seem to connect even when our lives take us on different path.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Free Flow Fridays with Laura topic was Lets-connect

#MayBook Prompt

Save me from the flames!

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What do you do when you’re engulfed by flames?

Do you drop, dunk and roll?

Or do you decide you’ve lived long enough, and end up burning up and becoming a pile of ashes?

Or maybe the flames aren’t literal but all in your head.

For you messed up so bad that everything you touched was engulfed in flames.

And there was no going back for you messed up for good.

And as you cry, everything just disappears into thin air.

You than begin to worry if you will

always be so lonely and without all the things you loved.

You slowly start to change and don’t worry about how long it

may take  for the things you need are always around.

But no matter how many times you try to change the flames

soon surround you, and as you try to scream the flames begin to

engulf you.

And you’re gone and no one seems to have notice you’re not  acting like yourself anymore

and in the place of who you were is the flame.

It begins to burn every bridge you ever built and no one seems to care as you push them away.

And  you cry from the inside of the prison the flame left you in.

Maybe one day you will be able to fight away the flames that

engulfed the person you used to be and the people you used to care for.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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For the# May Book Prompts-When You Are Engulfed In Flames

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Daily Prompt: Vision

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My vision of who I want to be isn’t clear.

But my vision to see myself for who I am

is some what clear.

For I know my personality and my character

and yet I still question myself at the end of the day.

If my vision was clear and the path my life is to be on

I had known from the start.

Would I really be looking at the other things in life?

Or would I be so focus on what I must do, that I don’t slow down

and enjoy the things that are just breath-taking, or allow myself to take steps that are off course but worth stopping for.

My vision of how my life will be or could be is unclear

but my vision of being able to see so much beauty and experience

many things in life by seeing them so clear is so bright and expanding.

Maybe the vision of my life will become clear for me one day, but for now

I sit here and enjoy all the distractions.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Vision

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Daily Prompt: Survival

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I’m trying to survive on an already empty tank

There’s no emotions running through my body right now.

The day is slowly going by and I’m just barely cruising by

and as I sit here, I try to make some contract with what’s going on.

But nothing seems to work as I can’t focus on anything but I’m

telling myself inside that I’m really living right now for I’m doing

what I love and I’m not settling at anything.

But the tank is still empty, even when it seems I’m happy as can be

this thing called survival just isn’t feeling the way I thought it would.

What can I do to make this situation better and start living on a full tank

of joy, love, laughter again.

Sometimes surviving is hard and even though you’re alive and you’re moving around

and you’re doing the things you love, sometimes your still lost inside.

Simply surviving isn’t something you can do anymore, for you’re inside is crying

for more and you just can’t seem to grasp what it is.

So how do you survive when the feelings and emotions of yesterday are gone and

today seems impossible to survive?

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Survival

#MayBook Prompt

One of my favorite movies

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Eat, pray, love is a good movie and I loved everything about it. I loved the stages she took to find herself and not just keep living the same old life. This poem is inspired by this movie.

 

I didn’t want to wake up and complain about how everything

Is the same and it’s not fair, when I’m not doing anything about it.

I packed up all the things that carried great memories and threw the rest away.

No need to hold on to the past things or words when they do more harm been kept and remembered.

I feel so free now as I walk away from the baggage that held me back all these

Years.

I’m not a kid anymore and so my old toys have to go, and they will be replaced with books and movies and sketchbooks.

Who am I? I said to myself when all was lost and I had fallen off the wagon I had once been on.

My happiness is a rocky road for it is not always around, but I  don’t let the sadness stay for long.

Things that seemed so simple become so much harder to deal with when you’ve lost your way over and over again.

But you don’t give up because right now you’re at your strongest, and it’s time to fight for your not alone in this battle.

It’s all up  to you to eat up the food, the knowledge and to pray every step of the way.

Also, to love with all your heart for something’s only happen once and the new you wants to live it all.

Leaving no rock unturned, and for the first time in a long time you smile and laugh on your own for everything you’ve been searching for is right in front of you.

Forever!

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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For the# May Book Prompts-Eat, Pray, Love

 

 

#MayBook Prompt

How to be free

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First accept who you are, for what’s worse than not feeling

free in your own body.

Do what your heart desires and trust yourself when you feel

It in your gut.

Let your mind  set you free when your voice  gets you

In trouble.

Never ever let anyone tell you, you’re not good enough for

No one knows your talent like you do.

And even though you know so much, you still not afraid to ask for help.

So many things you feel free to do in this world.

Like reading and writing, researching things that interest you.

Listening to music or making music, music has so many sounds and we all are free to make it on our own.

Then you have the ability to make the quality and quantity of things because

You want too.

Freedom is all we want when it comes to life and there so many shades of

What we call free or feel free.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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For the# May Book Prompts-Fifty Shades of Freedom

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So many Generations

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Out there

So many types of ways you should be living or could be.

It used to be get married at 18 and college wasn’t as important as it is now.

But some still married young and maybe college isn’t for everyone.

So much pressure on each generation, that someone is always disappointed

In the outcome.

So much judgment and not enough faith in that they will make it if you let

Them.

No matter what generation you are, you’re living your life and no one can control that.

Good and Bad things happen and sometimes we can not control the outcome

But that does not mean to give up or cause more chaos to the problem.

In each generation someone gets hurt or maybe many get hurt, and

Yet in the end it doesn’t matter the who, but the why  and that we stand

Together in a peaceful way.

Generations to me =love and family, mentor, friend, stranger, hero, history etc.

Generations will always be around and will always leave a piece of who they were in each and every one of us.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Generation