Tag: confused

Poetry

Emotions

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are running through me right now

as it becomes so dark outside and everyone gets ready to sleep or are already asleep.

You try to move forward and get ready to do the same.

But you some how can’t move from this spot as you feel the coldness coming all over you and yet still you sit in the same spot for just a little longer.

You want to find the peace from sleeping but, yet you stay up as if you don’t have something to do tomorrow that needs to be done.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I’m drowning

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in the feelings that keep bubbling up inside me when your around.

Your eyes always hold me in place until I fear I won’t ever move again.

Your voice so smooth it melts me like chocolate on a hot day!

I want to have peace with you so the light inside my heart shines so bright like a flashlight.

Guiding you through the tough things in life.

I want to bring you back from the darkness and hope it will be a permanent thing.

I don’t want to lose you again for in the end.

Moving on without you is something I don’t want to picture happening again.

I want to feel safe in your arms for a lifetime.

I want my words to be forever inscribed in your mind.

I’m ready for you and everything that you stand for and everything you will stand for one day.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Where’s my support team at!

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Where were you when I needed your support?
There isn’t a day that goes by that the sadness that is now occupying the space that used to be the joy you bring.
They say it’s hard to kick an addiction or to do something like depression on your own.
But, what do you do when the people who were your support team is gone.
Not a phone call or email returned.
How long are you to wait for them to care again?
Yea we all have lives to live but when is it okay to stop caring for one either.
When do we wonder if they are okay or when do we notice they are different from before.
Or that’s strange she doesn’t usually reach out to me so many times in one week.
When did becoming an adult meant we left people behind.
Yea it can be true that some friendships don’t make it pass seven years or some don’t need to communicate so often.
But, when one reaches out can’t you at least reach back even if it’s days or weeks later.
At least they will know you tried!

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes 

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Confused

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He looked so confused standing in line waiting for his food.

I wanted to ask him so bad, what left him so confused that the look on his face never seemed to go away.

Even after he got his food and walked away the looked seemed stuck or permanently set.

Did one earn the honor to look confused all the time or does one get cursed to look that way?

I guess I’ll never know, but I hope he isn’t cursed to be confused forever.

What kind of life would that be?

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Blur

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I’m cruising on autopilot

don’t ask me what I see

It’s all just a blur in front and around me.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

 

Poetry

Why

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Am I so upset that I can’t seem to keep it inside

like I want to climb to the highest mountain and just scream

it all out.

Until I’m empty inside

No words left inside, no emotions so high

Just quite all around.

And I feel my feet on the ground again and

I am fine again at least that’s the lie I keep telling myself.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Frustrated

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For my heart is in a place that doesn’t seem safe.
The thorns grow more out of control each day.
Poking and causing pain like never before.
There is no situation to what my heart is going through.

There’s not even an explanation to how this started or when it will end.
So I’m frustrated to the point of I’m just standing here waiting for something to happen.
For I have no moves left to take and no words left to say.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Not a concern anymore!

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What am I waiting for

your not coming back

for awhile.

I’m a lost toy to you something you out grown.

I’m in the dust under your bed in the deep corners you never looked.

To afraid to see the truth, if only one more push.

You would have found me and maybe then no one would feel hurt.

Like a memory from the past, I’m not a concern anymore.

And when years have past and you decide to redecorate.

You move that small bed and there I am.

 I am old and you barely recognize me.

But you smile as a memory comes to you.

Then you toss me to the trash and like that I’m gone for good.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Ignored

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Neglected by your silence

Rejected by your lack of words.

How much longer do I try to stand by.

For you to figure out I’m not as tough as I seem.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I didn’t want it be this way

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For I still care so much but

it feels so wrong to stay.

The words are pouring out of me and you

can’t seem to help me stop and now

I’m stuck in-between should I stay or should I go.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Lonely

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An acoustic poem written by only using the letters of the word lonely and has to be about the word lonely.

Left alone I hear about the lies

Only you know the truth

No one seems to want to tell me the truth as the

Echo’s of the lie run  through my mind as I sit alone and I see the

Lips so un true smile back at me as everyone stays away from me, I try to get help so this would all end. But those lips begin to

Yell at me to go away for I’m not wanted and no one wants to know me. And so I’m alone again.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Letting Go

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I have to let you go, this is not fair to you.

You put so much into this Friendship.

It feels so wrong to end it as you sail away, with tears quickly washing down your face.

As the boat pulls away leaving me all alone and I can no longer see you, and the sadness I gave you.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Sometimes words hurt

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The day you threw everything at me with your words, and it was like someone hitting me over and over with rotten tomatoes.

There wasn’t a good outcome to this situation.

As I tried to run they begun to hit me harder and I stumbled a couple of times trying to get my footing.

Then I feel nothing as I got too far away for your tomatoes to hit or hurt me and I am free.

I finally can smile and lift my arms to the air as I feel the pain slide away like the mess of the tomatoes from my clothes.

And I know this time I won’t let that happen again for I’m stronger now.

My words will block out yours, and if that fails I will just put on my headphones and walk away.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I just wanted your time

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Is that so hard to ask

Can’t you see the sadness in my eyes

as I stand in front of you, do I need to wave for you to help me.

For some reason you walk right by me and I feel the pain hit me all over again.

I’m just a ghost now and still you show no emotions towards me.

I just wish it didn’t have to come to this but I can’t go back

I’m not like a movie you can’t rewind and go back and stop it before it happens

I’m gone and all I  wanted was your time.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Who truly knew her!

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What to let out because it’s suffocating me if I don’t get a release soon.

Things seem so different on this side of things.

so much sadness that is so well hidden comes flooding out today.

what is there to say as she looks out the window wishing things were different.

She hides it all so well that the positivity radiating off her would makes you think she genuinely happy.

But behind closed doors she cries to herself and no one will ever know unless she lets you in.

And she won’t because that leads to disappointment and false hope that things will get better for her.

No one realizes how much of her is left and over time she will be gone and there won’t be anyone holding on to the memories of her.

She will just be gone like yesterday, the joys, the laugher, the smile, the affection and the meaning of how much she gave will not ever be known.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes