Poetry

Sometimes

Three Line Tales, Week 214

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the broken pieces inside of us because the art that we see all around and even when you see the pain that someone has released doesn’t mean you know everything about that person.

For the eye may not see everything but it may notice a lot when it is observing its surrounding for the first time but hopefully not the last.

So much to be seen and so much to remember as you take picture after picture with no desire to stop for you are enjoying these type of photo’s.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
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Poetry

I don’t know!

I don’t know what comes over me but these feelings just start to grow inside of me.

Until I can’t bare to keep them inside anymore.
And so I vomit them out into an ugly mess.
It’s not a pretty sight, but once it’s out there is no going back.
I sit here wonder why I do this to myself or why I do this to others.
My words so naïve and innocent just trying to be expressed like there the victim in the end.
No clear evidence that my words would lead to anything but a mess that would be cleaned up.
But not before you hate me and become so disgusting, I’m blocked for life.
Your mind soon forgets me for the sake of your happiness.

 

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Snowed in Sunday!

Today is quite a quiet day as I’m snowed in for another day.

So today I’m going to be posting some poems from the past, when I first learned poetry in my creative writing class in high school.

Well over 11 years ago and my love for poetry is still strong.

I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I did when I first wrote them.

 

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