Poetry

Daily Prompt:Faded

I faded away from your life and I wonder if you even noticed.

I was gone or did you wait until you saw an old photo with my face on it and then you remembered who I was.

I stopped wonder what you would miss the most when I’m gone.

Probably long before you remembered my name and anything else about me.

I faded and so did the memories.

 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Faded

Poetry

At my limit

With you right now, I’m annoyed and just over it.

Words can no longer express how I feel for no amount of words can fully describe how your acting.

The anger build up inside me and it’s not just for me but for others that you have burned.

I feel like I want to protect them and not let you harm them with your words.

But, something inside me stops me from saying the words I need to say to break you down a couple of steps.

I have never known someone to be so nasty before.

Your words are toxin and your heart is blacker than coal.

Nothing you do or say proves to me that you care enough to stop.

You just pretend like a child that you have done no wrong and should be forgiven.

But, honey I can forgive but I will not forget and if I wasn’t  the person I am in today.

I would have told you off by now and let it be done for you will never have my trust or respect.

This world needs love and not your ugly hater to continue to grow.

I am fighting for the good and trying to stop all the wrong and the ugly in life.

I have grew up and have put away my childish ways, when will you do the same?

 

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Poetry

Daily Prompt:Pungent

Your pungent comment sliced through me like a sharp knife.

The open wound was so painful as I felt the shock overwhelm me.

I couldn’t believe the words coming out your mouth.

So hurtful and so not true.

And on that day I saw you for what you were, a monster in plain sight.

Not afraid to be so cruel.

 

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Daily Prompt:Pungent

Poetry

Broken

It finally happened, I broke into so many pieces that no one knew if I would be able to be put back together again.

I didn’t want to feel at all this way but there comes a time when you truly have to let go.

And fall so far that the anticipation of the fall is relaxing.

I fall with my eyes closed enjoying the fall as my body slows down.

The moment before I broke reappears in front of my face and I cry a little.

But, smile when the feeling of peace washes over me.

Like a blanket of protection, I felt loved and then I hit the floor with the biggest break of my life.

And I never could come back to who I was before.

 

Written By:Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Your lack of words

To me eat at my soul

day and night to the point

I don’t know what to say to you.

And I know the moments I look at you,

My eyes no longer reflect happiness, just sadness  and when I’m about to say something.

Just one look from you shuts me down and my walls go up again and I’m no longer see the person I once thought I knew.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Writing Fiction

Daily Prompt:Sated

I’m sated with the chooses I have made in life today.

So many trials I went through just to live now with so much hope, belief and faith.

To let God handle it all and for first time not have a moment of doubt.

It will all work out and if it doesn’t who cares, I’m too strong now to let failure break me down.

I am worthy and successful no matter where I end up.

Today could be my greatest day but only if I accept that the impossible can come true and if I fall.

I can always get up and build myself up again until I’m 100% sure I can do this.

I am sated and I will not turn back for nothing.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Sated

Poetry

Daily Prompt:Chaotic

The chaos begins soon with all the sales start

people all over the place.

Cars speeding down the road trying to get to the stores early.

People all over the place trying to find their ways and hoping they can get the best deals of the year.

No time to be confused or lost cause one wrong move and you lose it all.

But, some have become pro’s at the land of great deals.

No worrying about losing time with their family, for their all in the game to win.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Chaotic

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Anticipation

She waited with anticipation that something great was about to happen.

Her hand itched with hope of what she needed would come her way soon even when things seem impossible.

She always had hope that it would work out and would rather smile through it all then continue feeling like this was her end result.

With the little bit of  hope that tomorrow would be a better day, was all the hope she needed to continue on with a smile on her face and knowledge of knowing God was on her side.

She knew no matter what she anticipated would or wouldn’t happen it would all be okay in the end.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Anticipation

Poetry

Daily Prompt:Elicit

I said the one thing I knew would draw out the truth from you

and I don’t regret it.

Because you opened up to me for the first time, and I got to know everything about you, nothing was left hidden.

The truth was out and it was a sunny day outside, you could feel the weight of it all just drop from your shoulders  when you were done talking.

There were many tears that fell from your eyes that day and, many secrets that spilled from your lips.

One’s I will keep safe with me until the day I take my last breath on this earth, but for now I just want to draw out all the things that make you feel alone and helpless on your darkness days.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Elicit

Poetry

Words

That lay out a perfect poem

won’t come to me as Writer-block strikes again.

My lack of creativity drains my hope of writing out some worthy to me.

Time goes by so fast and nothing comes to me, words you have vanished from my mind and my lips.

As I sit in silently by myself finding no inspiration from anything.

The wind blows so hard outside that as it blows around me everything I wanted to say is ripped right from me.

I try with all my might to get those words back by the wind is so strong I can’t seem to find the strength to go on.

So I run inside to the warmth my body and mind needs but, still the words don’t come to me.

Wordless and the fear of not being able to find something to say is strong.

I just need a couple of words to start me off and then I hope I never run out of words again.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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