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
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
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
I can’t take back the time I have invested and so I sit here.
Thinking of the past, the present the in between moments
that lead me to this truth, wondering why this all feels the same.
Did I never leave when I felt my feet walk out the door that day.
I had felt free and at peace and now it’s like I’m walking in a maze
and every turn I take you are there smiling like you know something I don’t.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes
I let myself move on from what happened.
But I never truly got over it, for these uncertainties keep coming up.
Even though your gone from my life and mind.
I need to face the truth that it was not me and that you made me feel like I was a bother.
I question that every time I talk to someone more than once a day.
Am I this person that clings so I won’t be alone.
And can I handle being alone and on my own.
Or am I to broken to get over that I’m not a bother and that someone will want me around.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes
My heart is beating so fast and I feel so alive as I stand in the snow and spin in circles.
With no care in the world, for this little bit of peace as the world fades and I become one with the cold.
My problems no longer matter as the snow turns me into a brand new me.
Why won’t you come out and experience this moment with me, I know it’s cold but the warmth flowing through me is enough for us both.
You smile but stay inside for you enjoy seeing me being carefree and then you snap the picture and I’m forever saved in your mind that day.
You still look at that picture now as I’ve become someone you used to know.
Like the snow I too was clear but now I’m so hard to see behind all the layers of dirt.
Covering up who I used to be before everyone walked over me or pushed me to the side for I was in their way.
Written By:Deirdre Stokes
You can’t tell me things don’t feel different now.
There’s an hollow feeling inside of me now.
I wish I could shake it off like a bad dream.
But it sticks to me like glue and as I try to cut it loose.
My body starts to sink like quicksand and the harder I try the faster I sink.
Until I can’t feel anything, I’m numb to the world.
I can’t signal for help for I’m paralyzed on this spot.
Laying down on my bed, blankets wrapped around me.
Trying to hide from it all.
Written By:Deirdre Stokes
I’m stuck and I cannot move.
It’s hard for me to even write it’s like all the words that flowed through me yesterday are all gone.
I’m dried up like a well out in the middle of nowhere.
There is nothing left of me as the wind blows away the dust I have become.
You may see me blow by when the wind blows your way.
Reach out grab an handful please for I need some help to get back to where I was yesterday.
Written By:Deirdre Stokes
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