Poetry and short stories with a few daily quotes here and there!
How would you describe yourself to someone?
I describe myself to someone?
Um, I’m shy, so don’t expect too much when you first meet me.
I’m also weird and quirky and funny once I get to know you, and I am comfortable around you.
I’m a bookworm, and I love to write. I try to look on the bright side and let go of things, for I wouldn’t say I like being weighed down by something.
I’m quiet when I want to be and when I’m just not in the mood to let any more negative things in my life.
Stuck on what feels right
And I said I would not give up
But right now, I am here, yet the work is not done.
Is there something else holding me back?
So many questions but no answers, and you feel the lack of wanting help lately.
You feel tired as you realize something has been wrong for some time.
But you were still doing what you loved, so you didn’t question it.
But now, as you try to move forward in something new.
You realize you can’t find the drive to do it, and you’ve been shutting down.
And the conclusion is you are depressed, and the signs are changing, but the one thing you know is your lack of voice and creativity is always first to go.
But when you are tired and frustrated, sometimes you think rest is the answer, but it’s been a month now, and nothing has changed.
Other than going to where comfort lies and staying there as growth is on hold.
And all you know is something so wrong, and how do you make it right again?
Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes
If you could bring back one dinosaur, which one would it be?
Bring back one dinosaur; it would be.
As a child, I loved land before time, and Little Foot was my favorite, so if dinosaurs were to come back and I could only bring one, it would be Apatosaurus.
If I bring them back, where would it live? And would we be friends because it could live for 152 years, and I, indeed, would be gone before then?
But it would be nice to watch it out in nature and learn about it more and see what it would be like to live at the same time a dinosaur does.
If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go?
Two free plane tickets: Where would I go?
I would say Paris and Greece and I would take my time seeing everything.
I would live each day as my last on these two trips, for I know it won’t happen again so easily.
I would eat until I was full and enjoy and take in it all, step out of my comfort zone, and smile and laugh with whoever I ended up hanging with.
I would enjoy and take lots of pictures, and when it all is said and done, I will be grateful for this opportunity and count down the days until my next adventure.
What’s the story behind your nickname?
The story behind my nickname? I don’t think there is a big story of how annoying or frustrating it is that I have a nickname.
Some people can’t say my name, Deirdre, and I always say it’s like deer then druh.
So when I get tired of repeating myself, D or Dee is formed. Even though those are the nicknames my sisters have for me, they can say my name, but for the rest, I just let it be.
If you can’t say it, it’s okay. There are names I can’t say but I give those who try the benefit.
I am just glad to be done with school, for I always corrected the teacher during roll call what my name was. Now, I don’t have the energy.
Like a puddle once dried up
I am no more.
I feel my walls go up as you speak
And all I want to do is scream, but I don’t. I stay silent and hope to become invisible.
I hope you won’t see me and let me be because I can’t take it anymore.
I realize I can’t be around people too much. My introverted self-limits are getting shorter.
And even though you say I’m shutting down, I’m genuinely trying to keep sane.
Because I am tired of wondering if this is what they mean, and once something happens, please deal with it and let it go.
I can’t hold on to that crap too.
I know we’re not the same, and there is only so much I can do to support you before I disappear into my so-called shell.
I know quiet is all I want more than usual this week, and feeling lonely isn’t my issue if I know I will be at peace and breathe.
Because this week felt like a force so intense, I was drained and over-sensitive to the bullshit.
I nodded and drifted in hopes I would be okay, but the battle to relate just wasn’t there anymore.
And I am okay with that, but the space I will enjoy, and maybe the next time we’re in the same room, I won’t be forcing myself to run away.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes