Poetry

My mind

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It is full of thoughts and words, but for who?

And how do I get them out even though the feeling fills me?

I want to spill my guts, but the words aren’t even forming a sentence; just that I need to get it out.

Or the happiness and uncertainty could swallow me whole, and I don’t know what to do it does?

I should wait for God to help me lay it out for that person.

And right now, I feel your arms around me as peace comes over me, and I get ready to relax for the night, for it has been a long day.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Where’s

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the love

Where’s the passion.

Everything feels like an unanswered question these days.

I don’t know what it is I’m looking for but I know when I find it.

It will outshine everything I’ve been going through lately.

The stress the pain and the frustration won’t be a big deal anymore.

Everything that seemed so big and overwhelming will become so small they will cease to exist.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2015 By Deirdre Stokes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2015 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

It’s getting

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late and I know that it’s time for me to go.

I know that you don’t want to me to know all that is going on

and at first I was fine with that but, how much longer do I have to wait.

Because the longer I wait the more I feel less in your life and more like an outsider looking in and only granted peeks here and there.

You feel I’m being to demanding and that your life is just too complicated and it’s best to not let me get too close.

I’m not the one you want to show your  vulnerable side  with and yet it breaks you if I try to walk away.

But, yet again I feel like I am invading your space and well maybe that would be true if it wasn’t you who let me in to begin with.

I will always love you but, this is not healthy or right for me to keep living this way that makes me feel like I’m putting apart of my life on hold for someone who will never pull me into a world that I deserve.

One with less hurt and pain and disappointment, one that feels like two people are working to make this right and now just one person trying to knock down everything you put up to keep them out.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Lost

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is something I find myself in lately with nothing but work and sleep and sometimes eating to look forward too.

I begin to lose sight of what I’m truly looking forward to, for the dreams are so faded away that I don’t know what I’m working for anymore.

For you can have your money and your job because at the point I rather be broke and happy.

Then my pockets full of misery and nothing great is coming my way, it’s like living in hell and no matter how hard I try to break these chains.

They just keep digging into me more until I’m covered in scars and the only thing you see in my eyes is pure hatred.

What have I become and is there really a way out of this mess?

 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Every Friday Writting Prompts:Free Writing timer

Captive by your words!

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Captive by your words as I sit down and read a good book and completely zone out as I get sucked in to each page. 

As the story unfolds right in front of my eyes I just can’t look away and when I get to the last couple of pages.

I just can’t put it down until I know what has happened and how it ended and then I can go to sleep and wake up and wait around for the next book in the series to come out. 

And while I wait I fall into another book and read that one until my reading obsession is satisfied. 

Like handcuffs once I am locked in to a new book that is so good it’s hard to let go and get out of a story so captivating it stays with months later. 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Captive by your words!

Poetry

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

Poetry

I’ve

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lost my voice

and everywhere I look

leads me to a dead-end.

I just want to find it soon

Or I will disappear from your mind

like the words I wrote yesterday.

My voice I tried so hard to hold on to you

but now that your gone I’m just so tired and helpless without you.

Nothing comes out my mouth and so I just sit inside

away from it all-knowing the one thing that I thought wouldn’t go away did.

I’m lost without you and I hope you come back soon.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

How did I

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Get here when everything

seemed so much brighter

On the other side.

I didn’t see it coming

the smoke was so thick

once it surrounded me.

The person I used to be

became so small that you

couldn’t find me in the

bite size of dust all around me.

I was lost and my only hope would

be that someone would find me and

bring me back.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

 

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Flee

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I want to flee from writing this post for nothing is inspiring me to write right now.

Like the excitement of something new to write about just killed the creativity flowing through my mind and, so I stare at an empty screen for far too long.

Knowing nothing great was coming out of me this late but, you see I’ve been trying to  write this piece all day to fit the way I wanted it to.

But, words don’t seem to connect to me like they did this weekend.

It’s like I’m missing the biggest piece to the puzzle but I can’t seem to find in .

So I flee from it all and hope I can write something great tomorrow.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt:Flee

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Façade

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Her facade was beautiful but the truth of who she was

In the inside was nothing close to beautiful.

But she used her looks to get people to like her but her words

Would burn them  up so fast.

They couldn’t prepare themselves for the pain that was so strong

It felt like they were burning alive and no matter if they screamed for help no one ever came.

And as she walked away from the ashes of who they used to be she would smile and start to sing a song, drawing in people to her like moth to flames

At first she seems like a beautiful rose you want to smell and carry with you everywhere you go.

But then her thorns come out and you are being pricked from all sides, no part of you is left without feeling pain.

You try to run away but you hit a wall that wasn’t there a minute ago, trapped like a helpless fly in a window screen.

You start to cry and wish you didn’t think the most beautiful things were the sweetest of all and you want to stop judging a person by looks.

And maybe if you survive her evil torture, you won’t make the same mistake again.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt: Façade

Poetry

I walk

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in and I see you and it’s like being hit with a brick wall

these emotions of sadness wash over me like.

Someone close to me is gone and I can’t seem to figure out

what is going on and so I quickly disappear inside.

As I let myself fade into the background and this other side of me takes over

and I feel like I’m floating above myself, watching what is happening but I can’t stop anything.

The feeling doesn’t go away and I don’t seem to be able to slam back into myself again, will anyone notice I’m not me this bubble of light and giggles.

Even though the other side of me smiles it never reaching her eyes and, the laugh isn’t quite right for it’s not music to your ears.

The things about me that you look forward too doesn’t sound like they used to but you can’t quite put your finger on why I sound different.

But all I can do is hope you will realize in time and save me from this person who is like a shadow of who I am.

I am the light and without that light shining bright inside me or reaching out to you, things begin to not be the same and the once room full of joy is only half full.

Not enough to satisfy you or me or everyone else who cares and is tied to me and you, will time run out before we meet again.

For the darkness always needs a little light of hope in it, and that hope of light is me so what are you waiting for.

Come find me and bring me home again!

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

If Only

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I could find a way to the path I’m meant to be on now.

So I didn’t feel so lost on any given day.

To have hope that it will all workout and maybe it does.

But, what is to come up next?

A question no one can answer for me can’t predict tomorrow.

But, we can feel when the decisions we are making feel right even the ones that scary us the most.

Sometimes there is a release of relief that things worked out or at least  the weight of that problem is off my shoulders.

My path has just begun and maybe one day I’ll make it to the end.

The path that is so unknown I can’t imagine what it will be like but, I know I won’t be lost anymore.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

 

Poetry

Am I living

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A lie 

when I smile on the outside 

but I want to cry in the inside.

Am I giving up when I don’t text you no more but then wait a minute did you even notice I stopped months go?

I know it’s not right to keep all bottled up inside.

But who should I tell if you’re not the one listening?

No one will understand the message meant for you but you!

But you’re not an option and so what do I do when I’m stuck and answers won’t come.

Do I hide or stand out in plain sight and let whoever see the pain leaking out for first time in their eyes.

Or do I pretend to be  some more to be someone I used to be or maybe never was. 

Maybe you will figure it out but maybe you won’t and it won’t matter because the who I used to be to you is gone.

So I hope it won’t be hard for you to forget me, for I’m already gone.

 

Written By:Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Daily Prompt: South

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I’m lost in a part of town I’ve never been before

and my friend is no help for all she keeps saying is we

need to go south of here to get there by 4pm.

So we walk past a dog park and we go south and south

Until we end up out front of a bar, not the one we need to be at

but maybe if we go inside we will get some directions that actually

lead us to the  destination.

But all the guy says is you take two lefts and you go south of the stop sign

in front of the Bridged Bookstore.

And I think okay and say thanks and here we go again, two lefts and well

there are like 4 stop signs and not one of them is right in front of a bookstore.

At this point I’m done and realize I don’t know how to get back to the car and thanks to you I left my phone in the car.

For your sense of directions are great and who needs a phone with a GPS on it for those things always end up being wrong.

Well I’d say your wrong my friend and now we might as well go look for a phone so we can find out where we need to be or at least be able to track my phone back to my car.

And call quits on this little adventure, that got us south of nowhere but lost.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt: South

Poetry

It’s you

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I’m lost in

can you found me soon.

or will I wander

forever hoping you notice

I’m gone.

And when you do will it be too late.

Will the time alone have driven me

mad, and will what  I have to say still make sense.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

(This poem was inspired by a song called: iT’s YoU by Zayn)