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Poetry

Life

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How many cries for help do we miss and if someone even says cries for help do we wonder if their hinting at something.

How many people do we have to say we know to realize none of them are around when you’re at your lowest moment.

Are they knocking down walls to get to you or even giving you a call when you attempt to reach out to them.

Or are you the one months from now they wonder about.

How many will still be waiting a month from now?

Will it be too late?

Will the words ever register that there was a warning or will the signs continue to go unnoticed.

And how do we see these signs before it’s too late, some are known and some come out of no where.

But is there hope you will notice soon enough or do we get to busy to worry about others for a length of time.

 

Written: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

The overload

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So much space between us that everything

seems so unreal as time goes on.

And I’m left empty-handed and the longer

this goes on the longer I fall apart.

But every time I see you I try to put on a brave face

and stand straight and put a smile on my face.

And hide the tears that are threatening to come out and

play out the truth that I’m not as strong as you think I am

in this situation.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

 

Poetry

What am I fighting

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For as I stand still here  

and look at you on this cold morning

and I wonder if only I had walked away.

Would I be such a mess with so many thoughts

flying through my mind at lighten speed.

Nothing is clean and I can’t grasp one thought

for my brain is starting to hurt as I fall down

and try to find comfort in this all.

Too much to handle and so lay here and stare

at nothing ,and I wish if only I had stopped when

the one and only thought popped into my mind

that night.

That changed everything and now here

I am pouring it all out and you stand there frozen

in time with nothing to say, and what good does that do

for me.

So I try to scream loud enough for you to wake up from this

state.

But instead all I do is break you apart into tiny little pieces as

you explode right in front of me and every piece of you I loved

comes flying at me.

And then it all becomes too much and I combust

Into tiny pieces and I am no more, like you.

But, it’s all just a dream and soon I will wake from this

nightmare of my truth, my fears.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

(Inspired while listening to: If only sung by Dove Cameron on the descendants soundtrack)

 

 

Poetry

Daily Prompt:Crossroads

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I have come to many crossroads in my life

and some how I choose a path that just circles

me back to the road I’ve been on before.

I’m lead down the right road and I find

hope once again and then I stumble and I fall flat on my face.

I roll over and look up at the sky and I wonder how it all went wrong again.

Oh, how my crossroads lead me to growth which then leads to me always end up standing still.

Stuck in a time and place I don’t know how to find my way out without running

away.

This time my crossroads lead me to a new place that was full of joy, hope and I

didn’t know what would become of me at this point, but I hoped the feeling of endless joy.

Would supply me through whatever was thrown at me and I would for once keep moving

and not be stuck in the crossroad I had grown to love and cherish for now.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Is it possible

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That you think this is not possible because your scared?

Is it possible that something like this could be real and it all started with words then action?

Is it possible for you to wait longer and not give up hope?

Is it possible that time will fix this situation?

Is it possible that while your gone that you will forget and move one without looking back?

Is it possible that you will be more human and less robotic when it comes to expressing yourself?

Is it possible your shy and you don’t even know it?

Is it possible to write anymore about you without you knowing it’s about u?

Is it possible your waiting for the feeling to not be so painful so you can move on?

Is it possible you can’t stop thinking about her?

Is it possible you shut down when someone gets to close and you feel threaten or intimated ?

Is it possible to ever truly get it all from you and feel the possibility that what I felt at the beginning when I felt it was possibly with u is true?

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Every Friday Writting Prompts:Free Writing timer

My moment, my memory!

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It’s Saturday but here is  yesterdays Free flow Fridays with Laura again! You can find this weeks writing prompt on her website: Free Flow Fridays I’m so excited to see what I can come up with for this exercise.

This moment, how my  excitement of seeming

this water flowing so beautifully.

I guess that day was exciting and was a great memory of friends that are dear to me.

Like this river the memories of that day has floated away and every now and then

I look over my pictures of that day and I remember how I felt in that moment.

The excitement was overwhelming and filled me with joy a moment, a memory I will

store away in a folder for another day.

 

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

No Fear In You Then!

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You dived right in

Like danger didn’t exist to you.

You came up for air with a smile on your face

So innocent you were that day.

That innocence I loved is long gone for

You now see the world for what it is.

A place where danger exist and fear grows daily.

But you know there are good things in this world

Too, like joy and laughter and love.

And one day you will dive right back in

again and  come up with a smile on your face again.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

 

 

Poetry

Shadow of my past!

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You stand there

As still as a statue.

Its dark and soon

You become the shadow

Of my past.

Only coming around when the present

Looks too good to be true.

 

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

Read

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me like a book

each page will surprise, and shock you

the emotions will be all over the place.

But you will be so hooked, that you won’t be able to look away or stop reading.

As words appear on each page as my life continues to tell my story.

Series after series of how I have grown and what will happen and did it turn out the way I wanted it to.

And when it all comes down to the end of the book

you will go away with some tears down your face but you will also be happy.

For my ending will be so great.

 

Written by: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Bottled up inside

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I didn’t think this through,for if I did I wouldn’t be feeling so down

nothing seems to make sense.

And it’s all bubbling up inside, the emotions waiting to spill over

like a volcano it’s ready to explode.

Sending every emotion up at once and there is no stopping it.

It’s too late to run from all the things that have been bottled inside

even if  you could escape.

You would have to pick what your running from, your anger or your sadness

your happiness or your peace.

Your passion that pours into your dreams and goals or your fears that hold you back from letting anything come true.

Or seem real, are you going to make the choice to keep it all inside or let it all out one at a time.

So that the possibility of ending up with your peaceful happiness that burns.

Bright from the passion that pours from you and your anger and sadness won’t matter anymore for you will be living the life you always wanted.

Without the fear of doing nothing is better than doing something and failing at it.

Life is to short to keep it all bottled up inside, let it out to explore the possibilities of creating something different.

 

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

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