Poetry

Daily Prompt: Guilty

Am I to feel guilty that my words my offend you.

Am I to feel guilty when I tell you the truth because I don’t want to hold it in anymore.

Am I to feel guilty that I am and will be doing something you can’t do but, you have expressed that you want to do that so bad?

Am I to feel guilty when I lie because that’s what I have to do sometimes to do my job.

Am I to feel guilty because you are not happy but, in the end it’s not me that making you unhappy but the decisions you made on your own.

I don’t want to feel guilty when it all comes down to it in the end, because I’ve done what I can do so far and I just can’t do much more at this point.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Guilty

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Archaic

Sometimes I know I’ve seen better days and I’ve felt better on better days.

Every bit of energy I got left inside of me is trying to hold on for there is still so much left for me to do that I just can’t be discarded right now.

But, in the eyes of some I have been discarded and thrown out with the rest of their memories.

And only when someone reminds them or mentions me do they remember who I am or who I was to them.

Old and tired  here I stand looking around as the world goes by and new things replace me and yet here I am to remind you of the good old days and what those days meant to you.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Archaic

Poetry

So much

was left behind that day and now the hole is getting bigger.

The pain that was left behind

just so you could get a moment to breathe.

You thought the pain would fade and the truth is the wound is so much worse than before.

Time didn’t heal it the way she thought it would and now she was trapped into dealing with it now years later.

The tears that fell down her face that day, brought up so much pain that it was so unbearable.

So she fell to her knees and prayed things would work out soon because she didn’t know how much longer she could keep doing this.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

I believe

I’m in to deep and now the chains just seem so hard  to break.

But, with all the strength I have left in me I will break them and get away from this place for I just can’t do this anymore.

I walk through life walking around like a zombie with nothing on my mind but getting out of this place.

I feel like time is going by too fast and I’m just barely moving at this point and when I gaze around I truly see all the things that I am missing out on.

I regret this move and now all the cards are out of my hand and I feel like the sinkhole called my life is just getting bigger and bigger.

And my screams for help are getting too soft that no one will hear them in the end.

I am trapped and the way out just looks like a locked door that will not ever open and I will be here for the rest of my life.

That feels like misery and painful and the most stupid and ignorant people just keep kicking me around for their pain is best thrown at me for they don’t want to deal with it.

So like a human punching bag I’m kicked and punched and spit at until they feel like I will break like a worn out piece of rope.

Just one more insult and I will just snap and fall to the floor and as I become nothing more than a used up rag doll.

They won’t feel sad just feel the victory of another win well deserved in their eyes.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Daily Prompt: Assumption

I was a fool to think you would be around when I needed you

I just assumed that when you say you would always be there for me.

I thought that was you saying more than just words to me that night but, yet again you are not around.

Always coming later when I don’t need you anymore and someone else has stepped in to help.

Time went by since the last time I saw you and it was a shock to see you reaching out to me as if you truly care.

I was busy living my life and not waiting around for you to have time for me and so I missed out on being there for you and I guess you just assumed I would always be around because that’s who I was.

The one who drops everything to help you out no matter what, but that big heart of kindness died a long time ago waiting for you and now I’ll keep missing whatever and whenever you need me for I can’t be depended on anymore.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Assumption

Poetry

Relax

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Relax your body as we sit here watching the turtle swim towards, it’s a precious sight to be able to watch and enjoy.

The peace that rains down on me it feels so  good and I can’t remember the last time I felt this peace or felt this calm.

My happiness was captured on this day with a simple photo and I realized that the things that feel like their holding me down no longer have the same grip as they had before this day.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Relax

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Disappear

Sometimes I wish these nasty people would let their nasty attitudes disappear and would for once realize everyone is human.

But, I realize that well this is a wish that possibly not going to happen because to these people I am nothing but a servant to them and without them I have nothing.

I am not worth respecting and they can be as nasty and wrong because it is my job to serve and please them.

If only the tables were turn and they were in my shoes and dealing with the crap that I go through, would they be able to get through it?

I bet they won’t because if they react the way they do now and tell everyone their sad story which isn’t that sad.

They wouldn’t last a day in my shoes and I would gladly take their shoes and probably go around being nicer to people for we all have a story.

Maybe you don’t want to hear mine and yet I already know yours and yet out of respect and being a decent human being I listen and show sympathy now and then.

I could disappear and I’m sure you would be happy not to see my face but, the things you complain about will still be there with or without me.

So for now I will disappear and accept that with me gone maybe you will be happy but, it’s not me that you have to answer to at the end of the day.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Disappear

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Awkward

There’s always awkward moments in life

that make you want to run and hide.

You hate those moments when it feels there is this awkward silence after greeting someone and you just have nothing to say.

You try to come up with something quick to say for it’s just too quite for you.

No noise to you means something or someone is doing something they are not supposed to be doing.

So you go on high-alert waiting for some type of noise to alert you that you need to head in that direction.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Awkward

Poetry

Anywhere

I rather be right now than here in the darkness that swallows me whole with no exit insight.

I sit here trying to think of a way out because it feels like I’m suffocating on all that is pushing up against me.

This solution is not an answer to my situation and so I’m back at square one and it feels like I’m running out of time and air around me.

As I slowly fall down and down like black hole that you can’t see the bottom and so when will I hit the spot that tells me this is solved and over with.

Nothing to help me pull my way back up, right now it feels like a losing battle for me and as I fall I start to think about the things that have come before this moment and time.

Was there a time that I could have stopped myself from falling into this danger that just eats me alive and ends up with me being nothing in the end.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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