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Eyes closed

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I stand with my eyes close and just breathed in this moment of peace

the only moment I seem to be able to get these days.

I know that I may just fall apart the moment I open my eyes and so I’m holding on to the hope that I don’t have to open it anytime soon.

I know that I’ve held it all inside and just kept moving because that’s what they needed from me but right now I truly can’t move.

I’m paralyzed to this spot with my eyes closed for I fear they will keep using me until I have no energy left and I will be ruined and then who will want me.

I know the truth and as I stand here picturing the sweet moments when I would get a taste of freedom again.

The moment that my feet step out that door and I run for as long as I can keep going and I don’t stop even as I hear my voice being called over and over again.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

 

Poetry

Around

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you I just feel like there is no care in the world.

And, I’m grateful that I get these moments when I feel nothing but peace.

The thoughts of anger and sadness just aren’t around when you are so near to me.

I feel like I’m alive again and the things that have been thrown at me just aren’t as big as I thought or felt they were.

With your words and love I am free from the chains that hold me to my sorrow, today the sun shines down and all I think of is that is you warming me with your love.

I don’t doubt you but, sometimes I doubt myself because the pressure is on me now then it was before and I’m trying my best most of the time.

I feel like I’ve lost my mind and become the mad hater and nothing that is coming out my mouth now is making any sense.

I try  to focus but, it’s hard when everything is being thrown at me from so many directions.

I catch somethings and well others I miss and I try to do my best not to overstressed but it all becomes too much at the end of the day.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Just another

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day to feel like I’m breaking all over again.

The strength I thought I had gained feels like a big wave has crashed into it and I’m left with nothing but wet sand.

The wall my rock seems to be gone and everything just feels like a down high battle.

Nothing shines in this place anymore and alone I stand watching all the things I love wash away from me.

I try to hold on to something but, without the things and people I love what is there left for me now.

Everything gone and destroyed and all that is once so pure and bright is now so dirty and dark.

The light I took for granted is now gone and the darkness that I never wanted to welcome in is now the place I call my home.

Gone are the good days and now the bad days and moments show through every step and move I make.

I am the black cat you avoid on those sunny days that you take a walk outside, you smile and take in nature.

But, the moment you see me you cross the street and walk as fast as you possibly can just to avoid catching the bad luck that follows me around.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poetry

Just me

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 57

I stand here alone just reflecting on all the moves I made today and how far I have become with my talent. 

I am happy in this place that makes me feel so elegant and relax as the sun shines down on me, I wonder about what life would be life if I hadn’t followed my dream?

 And I didn’t  do what I love to do everyday, what would I have become?, I guess at the end of the day I will never know for everyday is a dream come true to me. 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Just me

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Cavity

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Like a cavity in someone’s mouth you are so hollow sometimes

I feel like talking to you is like a deep water well.

It takes way too long for you to acknowledge what I have said and sometimes I think you do it on purpose.

Just so that you can have the last word or for the sole purpose that you are left alone.

You don’t really care for talking or listening to others but, yet you want me to come around and tell you all I have to say.

Someday I don’t want to come around but, then you send me a nice text and my hope that you finally see the truth is quickly shattered around me when I work through your door.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt: Cavity

Poetry

I see you

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I hear you

Crying out

For someone, anyone to just hear you.

You want to be rescued from the pain that your hiding behind those eyes.

You want to be seen as good but, your past is so dark that you don’t know how to embrace the light that is coming into your present.

You want to be seen as the person who is now good and has been forgiven for the his past and now is living in the moment that can change everything.

Your heart just wants to be loved and accepted because well life can get lonely sometimes and you don’t really know whose apart of that life anymore.

You trying so hard to look forward but, the good times of the past keep flashing before your eyes.

And you begin to wonder what life would have been like things had turned out a different way.

But, you begin to realize that every struggle that you had come across was a blessing for your life is where it needs to be right now.

You feel happy and satisfied and even though most days are tough, you continue to get up and be strong and motivated to do what needs to get down because you want to be here when something new comes along.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

That night

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Three Line Tales, Week 104

photo by Thomas Shellberg via Unsplash

 

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.

That night was so peaceful and isolated with just us out there looking at the stars and truly appreciating that night for what it was. 

You and me standing out there looking at the old barn we used to hang out in.

This place meant something to us and we just hope that the memories here will last a life time and maybe one day we bring our kids here to enjoy the view and freedom. 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

That Night!

Poetry

That feeling

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Sometimes the worry of what if’s and how will I get that in the time frame that lays out in front of me.

I don’t want this feeling to overwhelm me to the point where I don’t stop and enjoy the life that I have in front of me.

The deep feeling is there in front of me always waiting for a good moment to take over and ruin the thoughts that life will be good even if the things I think I need is not happening right now.

I don’t want to worry anymore and the feel of anxiety isn’t fun when all I want to do is relax and not deal with this issue anymore.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

That feeling!

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Strategy

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My strategy is to get out here as fast as I can for right now the thought of spending another moment in this place is just not thinkable.

I want to be free with a plan of fun things to come and no more stress and worry to overwhelm me right now.

The plan is still unknown to me but maybe one day soon I will get to know the plan that will grow my life to a new level than it is at right now.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt: Strategy

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Shock

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I’m more shocked that the same stuff still surprises me when it comes to you because the same stuff is still happening.

So when it happens again why do I act like it’s the first time you done  dumb shit like this before.

The look on your face when I just shake my head and walk away doesn’t surprise me anymore and well next thing you know I’m not there to react anymore.

I’ve been shocked enough lately not to be surprised anymore that this is something you have not grown up from yet.

But, it won’t shock me if I get that same old text next week and well I hope you won’t be shocked when I don’t replied and block you well I am at it.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt: Shock

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Static

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The static was overwhelming as I tried to listen to the words that coming out of your mouth on the phone. 

But, soon all I could hear was the storm going on around us in the background and then nothing but static on the line. 

I didn’t know if you had made it to safety in that moment but, I hoped so hard that you had for I just couldn’t picture that being the last time we talked.

Thirty-minutes later you walked in through the door sunken wet from the heavy rain but you were okay and just wanted to get out your wet clothes and maybe have a cup of hot chocolate before going to bed for the night.

You made sure we sat down and talked before heading of to bed and ending this stormy night on a good note. 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt: Static

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

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Getting through the fog

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I see someone up ahead and I just want to catch up with them for its been lonely on this road to nowhere.

I just needed to get away and see some scenery but all that was out today was fog and empty roads.

No one was out on my street as I pulled away from my driveway and made my way to the main road.

I saw a couple of cars but it was before ten am so I figured everyone was still sleeping and maybe once I hit the highway it would be different.

But, soon there was no traffic and no one for miles and I wasn’t on the back roads so I should have known something was wrong.

I tried to speed up and see if maybe I could find one lucky soul that would tell me what was going on but no one was out.

I seemed like every turn I took put me back on the same road and I was never going to go home again.

My chance of just being by myself turned into a nightmare I was not looking forward to being in and, looked like the ending was never coming and if it did it would not be happy for me.

I just want to go home and get off this road, can someone help me please!

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Getting through the fog

 

Poetry

The Thrill

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 52

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Oh, how I would love to travel and not be stuck in this place for the rest of my life, a place that is less traveled.

I want to go back to the place where adventure was at every corner and the excitement was continuously growing.

The drive to do more with one’s life was something that everyone was craving and the dreams were coming true, there was barely a moment where someone would doubt that the result wouldn’t be good.

The thrill to go on the next trip was so strong.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

The Thrill

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Reservation

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It was the second day of the new year and she wanted things to go off to a great start, so you booked you both a massage and mud baths.

And as we relaxed together that day, I just kept thinking about the dinner at the nice restaurant  by the water.

How your eyes will sparkle with the reflection of the water playing on in the background.

You will be so excited to spend so of the night just holding hands as we walk down the deck to the boat that will take us out to sea.

The ocean and you have always be connected and you can’t wait to jump back in to that cool water and get lost from all the things going on in your life.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt: Reservation