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Poetry

How could

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I know what was on your mind

as you stood there waiting for me to make the first move this time.

I just stared and wished I could make the first move but for some reason I was stuck to this spot.

Watching you watching me, I felt like time had stopped for you and me because their was nothing in this room that could get in my way.

As I finally made my move, so did you and we met up in the middle of the room with the music playing around us and the chatter in the background.

As friends meet up together after such a long time

with nothing but smiles all around I realize tonight is not just special for us but for everyone who has come out tonight.

This night will not end just happily for us but for others as well, and I say that’s truly the little joys of life.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

My eyes

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grow tired but yet I don’t want to stop reading the words right in front of me

and so I continue on.

Only to wake up not knowing what I was doing last for the exhaustion had  overpowered me.

As I drifted out of subconscious to conscious state of mind  it occurred to me that each dream I had been in was either exciting or something what confusing.

I didn’t know if I wanted to close my eyes and go back to sleep and end up in a dream that would leave me so conflicted.

However, I had no control over my dreams and in the end I just closed my eyes and let the soft music put me to sleep.

And hoped for the best, for I was tired of the nightmares and ready for a fun and in hopes find something I was looking for in my life.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Everything

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is moving so slow

As the clock ticks on and on

I’m sitting here waiting for the call.

But, as it gets late the call never comes at all,

should I continue to wait for the unknown and just

hope it will all workout.

Time there always seems to not be enough of you or you go to slowly

and we miss out on something or you go too fast and we need up wasting you away.

Long days, short days and yet time I never seem to be able to catch you in time when I need you and yet when I don’t it goes by so slowly that I just wish you would speed it all up.

And  I can watch it all go by so fast like  speeding cars on the highway or shooting star it’s gone before you can make a wish.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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You

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looked at me as if  I was tattered pages in an old book and, you wanted nothing to do with me now that I had aged.

You didn’t see the value in the years of wisdom and knowledge  I had gained, for you were to interested in the newer things in life.

You didn’t see the value in old things when the younger versions are so more youthful and the updates are fast and functional.

But, when something happens and you just can’t seem to fix the problem that came up.

For you never seemed to read the direction for new things are easier to figure out now days.

So you look around until you find me and you learn to appreciate my tattered pages and hope I stick around long enough for you to learn something one of these days.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Daily Prompt: Abide

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I can’t abide your decision for I don’t want to just walk away over such a small argument

So much time spent trying to build something into something great.

Only to let one little thing change everything for me and you, would be so wrong  and I don’t want to live my life with anymore regrets.

That I can’t change now even if I wanted too, the past is better left alone so I beg for you to just fix what’s wrong now and we won’t have to look back at this day and wish something else had happened.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Abide

Poetry

Words

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That lay out a perfect poem

won’t come to me as Writer-block strikes again.

My lack of creativity drains my hope of writing out some worthy to me.

Time goes by so fast and nothing comes to me, words you have vanished from my mind and my lips.

As I sit in silently by myself finding no inspiration from anything.

The wind blows so hard outside that as it blows around me everything I wanted to say is ripped right from me.

I try with all my might to get those words back by the wind is so strong I can’t seem to find the strength to go on.

So I run inside to the warmth my body and mind needs but, still the words don’t come to me.

Wordless and the fear of not being able to find something to say is strong.

I just need a couple of words to start me off and then I hope I never run out of words again.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

They all

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Said I would be able to amount to something great if I just stuck to the plan.

But, whose plan am I  to follow when God takes me from a path of no hope and nothing but disappointment and lack of faith in him and myself.

Which left me empty and alone with no light to guide me out of this darkness because, I  wanted to believe that we had the same dreams and goals so it would workout for me too.

But, God had other plans for me and only I understand for your still fighting me on how I  live my life.

Yet, in the end I will be happy and satisfied and you will still be wonder why  didn’t crash and burn.

The truth is you’re not suppose to know all the answer for my life and I  know you care but its time to let go and let God take care of me.

For my story is already written and I’m ready to live it out no matter where it leads me because so far the downs have helped me grow.

The ups are telling and showing me to trust and the answer will come for the results are  more than I could ever hope for.

My dreams have changed and I’m not the girl you knew three years ago, my story has changed and I’m so grateful for I’m living the life meant for me,and me only.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Daily Prompt: Feast

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A feast of words are about to begin

as everyone gets up and starts to find

their  inspiration to write.

The reader will eat up the words as they read each poem, short story, book etc.

The feast will last for hours, maybe even days and weeks and then end maybe in a month.

But in reality the feast will last forever for the reader will always come back for more.

For a reader is always hungry for more and once satisfied, they will always try to stay on that reader high.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Feast