Month: January 2018

Poetry

Words

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are not enough when they are all you’ve been hearing lately and the words are well starting to pile up.

You try to figure out who is telling the truth and which words are all just lies to begin with.

You try not to question everything that is going on around you but it’s hard to not let the doubt inside and once its there it’s harder to walk away from.

The words that you cherished the most now may just be the words that bring down your walls and leave you more helpless than you’ve ever been before.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Daily Prompt: Study

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I study the words in front of me and I get ready to give the speech of my life

but the nerves are building up inside of me and I just don’t know if I can do this.

Practicing the words when I’m alone helps but then I see all the faces and how bored they seem and I realize what if they don’t like it.

What if they think how could they ask her to do this when she clearly can’t do this just look at her, the nerves are written all over her face.

I walk to the podium and sat my papers down and then I begin and once the first word is out, I just can’t stop and then with a blink of an eye it is all over.

And everyone is standing up applauding not booing me off the stage and for the first time that day I release the breath that I truly needed to just let out.

I walk way with a smile on my face and the feeling of success and the nerves are gone as I relive the moment that just happened and the faces were happy and engaged and hanging on every word I had said.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Study

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Static

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The static was overwhelming as I tried to listen to the words that coming out of your mouth on the phone. 

But, soon all I could hear was the storm going on around us in the background and then nothing but static on the line. 

I didn’t know if you had made it to safety in that moment but, I hoped so hard that you had for I just couldn’t picture that being the last time we talked.

Thirty-minutes later you walked in through the door sunken wet from the heavy rain but you were okay and just wanted to get out your wet clothes and maybe have a cup of hot chocolate before going to bed for the night.

You made sure we sat down and talked before heading of to bed and ending this stormy night on a good note. 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Static

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I thought

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I knew what I wanted and as I write this all down I just don’t know if I do anymore.

Something has shifted inside of me and everything that meant something just leads to nothing but an dead-end.

I keep moving forward for I have faith that it will all turn around and maybe everything won’t be so gray for long.

I keep going back to the things I wrote before this happened and I try almost every time I write to get back the passion I had before and sometimes I get lucky but, soon the feeling fades and the words stay inside me to come out one day.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Getting through the fog

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So happy that Free Flow Fridays with Laura are back!

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Photo by Laura

I see someone up ahead and I just want to catch up with them for its been lonely on this road to nowhere.

I just needed to get away and see some scenery but all that was out today was fog and empty roads.

No one was out on my street as I pulled away from my driveway and made my way to the main road.

I saw a couple of cars but it was before ten am so I figured everyone was still sleeping and maybe once I hit the highway it would be different.

But, soon there was no traffic and no one for miles and I wasn’t on the back roads so I should have known something was wrong.

I tried to speed up and see if maybe I could find one lucky soul that would tell me what was going on but no one was out.

I seemed like every turn I took put me back on the same road and I was never going to go home again.

My chance of just being by myself turned into a nightmare I was not looking forward to being in and, looked like the ending was never coming and if it did it would not be happy for me.

I just want to go home and get off this road, can someone help me please!

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Getting through the fog

 

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Evoke

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So many things evoke memories from the past and some of them are good

and put a smile on my face.

Others make me remember things I thought I had left in the past and had moved on from.

I enjoy the memories evoked by fresh air outside, reminds me of all the time out doors hiking or all the times I spent in the girl scout and when we went camping.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Evoke

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Daily Prompt: Carve

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Carve me out and you will see the true me hiding below all the things I’ve piled up on top to protect myself from all the things that are thrown my way daily. 

I try to not let the evil spill into my life and turn what good I have left into something ugly. 

Carve me up and maybe you will finally see all the things you never seems to have the time for when it comes to me. 

Carve me up and maybe you will see all the pain I tucked away because I too didn’t want to deal with it anymore. 

Carve me up and you will finally see and hear the truth I longed to tell you if only you had the time to hear it out. 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Carve

Poetry

What a beautiful sight!

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Three Line Tales, Week 102

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photo by Hans Vivek via Unsplash

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.

 

Today I just needed something new to look at, so I went downtown because all the street art is on display in Alley ways and on the side of abandoned buildings.

Some pieces I just can’t stop looking at for I always find something new about it and it always blows me away.

It makes me fall in love with art all over again, the emotions behind each piece, whether it’s silly or filled with sadness and pain or happiness it all just so beautiful.

 
Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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What a beautiful sight!

 

 

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Undulate

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She loved to listen to music and just let the beat direct the movement of her body

she would get lost in the music and would just dance for hours no matter where she was, whether she was with friends or just at home.

She would just let her hips move side to side like calming wave in the ocean, everywhere she went the people would get lost in the movement of her body especially when she would dance on stage at a play or show.

She was so graceful like a swan and so innocent like a child when she would smile at you well dancing to a great beat.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Undulate