Month: March 2019

Poetry

Last

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night I kept thinking about the things I needed to say but choose to keep them to myself.

As if that is helping me or you to know what is truly going on.

Maybe holding it all in isn’t really good because then you think you are not doing anything wrong at the end of the day.

When will you open your eyes and see what is really going on around you right now.

The time to be silent has past and I know that I may be taking a chance right now and maybe I’m just tired of writing it all down and no one knowing the truth.

So tomorrow everything will change and I don’t care how or who will look at me like I lost my mind.

For it is time to speak up or forever hold my opinion inside and I don’t think I can live another day suffering this way.

The stress is just too much for me and I don’t want to fall too soon because I didn’t speak out when I could save myself but others around me too.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Waiting

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for that perfect break in the rain to come feels like a life time of decision.

You kind of want to just jump right in and not worry about the mess that could come next.

You don’t care if there is a chance you will get soaked because the waiting is killing you.

The want of just getting to the safety of your home from a long day at work is almost urging you into the streets.

But, you realize what is it your trying to get to in such a hurry?

When you get home you are just going to relax and curl up on the coach and watch a movie.

So is the risk really worth it at this point in your day.

Probably not, so let’s enjoy this moment and for once not hurry to get somewhere.

Because this moment may not come again and you don’t want to miss it.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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What

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was I so scared for to begin with.

I just jumped right in and it all came back to me.

Movement wasn’t so perfect but, the feeling of doing good really brighten my day.

It felt just yesterday things were as simple and relax as today.

Oh how I wish today could last a little longer for me.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

How

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Am I going to top what I’ve done before to

what I can do now.

It all feels like a losing battle and no matter how hard I try the fight is always a loss for me.

I can’t always make things work on my own, and I know that I need help but, the people hanging around don’t help they just watch and let me fall.

I’m tired of catching them when they let me fall all the time. I feel like a spider shooting out web to catch them in their time of needle.

But, when one needs more assistance it’s like everyone has run to the door as a fire has just broke out.

Walking around talking and having fun but not realizing that this life they have demands certain things but, they ignore those things for working hard was not something they ever took seriously.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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This

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Three lines Tale week 165

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Time we have together seems so limited as we stand here looking back on all the time we spent doing things we didn’t love to do.

We choose to do the things others expected from us and ended up just feeling so disappointed with no hope insight.

We told ourselves that we knew what needed to be done but, yet at the end we all end up in a place feeling like we lost our mind and pushing ourselves to do more than we can at the end.

 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

This time!

Poetry

To

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say it’s always been the light at the end of the path that got me through the days.

Would be the right and good thing to say but, sometimes the darkness wins for you let the hatred others throw on you.

Stay for a while because you didn’t want to fight anymore.

You had seen and heard it all and you just couldn’t put up with it anymore.

If they wanted to ruin their life than so be it.

God, didn’t pull you from the life on the unknown and temptation just to go back when time got too tough.

It’s now or never to follow your heart and break free because in all truth no one will love and respect you like you do.

In ways people will always disappoint if you let down your guard and expect them to be more like you.

You are one of a kind and at the end of the day you are what is push on or holding yourself back.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Over

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the bridge we go again

traveling to a place that suits us.

A place that makes us happy and fulfilled because at the end we know this place that we are driving away from wasn’t the place for us.

We now have the opportunity to see what other places can show us and what we can show new people and places what we are capable of.

It’s time to stop holding back and doing something we love and not be stuck in a place that makes you feel so much hatred in your heart.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Over the bridge!

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Every

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Second counts they say.

But, last night felt like every second and minute was against us.

Running around like there was so hope insight but, none to come.

One problem after another and then there  would be a solution and as soon as it’s solved someone else would show up.

But, the smile was on your face even though now it was focused.

You continued to do what needed to be done even though you knew the result wouldn’t look good.

Yet, you couldn’t give up even when it was getting harder to deal with.

Every turn was a rush and every breath was short before another word was spoken.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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I haven’t

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Japanese’s Garden in Portland

so much beauty in one place in a long time and as I stand here looking at all the colors and just wonder what it would be like to see this almost everyday when the weather is good.

To sit underneath this tree, to sketch this tree to take a great picture of this tree to be able to just say I saw this tree.

The experience alone would be worth seeing and being in the moment when you thought you had seen it all.

But, this tree proved you wrong and no matter how much you tried to draw, paint this tree it just never really shined the beautiful way this tree does captured by cameras but your eyes will not ever forget it.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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So

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Lake McDonald  Glacier National Park

 

many decision need to be made but right now all I want to do is look out at the lake and then look down at all the many different rocks.

And wonder just how many are they and see how many different colors are laying down in front of me right now. 

This spot is where I go to be alone and to just write with no distracts as I know I have much to get done and not a lot of time right now. 

I want and need to get lost behind the words that flow from my mind to my finger tips as I write it all down and reflect on it before hitting save or send or published.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes