Sally drops her ice cream on a hot day
and she falls to the ground crying for the taste
of the vanilla and chocolate swirl ice cream is gone.
And then she starts to say to the melted remains of the ice cream
how sorry she was for dropping it and wasting it for both of them.
Then she dramatically falls to the ground and picks up a flower and lays it in the melted mess than skips away for another ice cream this time in a bowl.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes
I sit there staring at the most beautiful gem
I have ever seen and the want to have it is so strong
It could knock me off my feet.
The color so bright it shines just like the sun, sometimes so bright it blinds you for a moment.
But, the beauty is so unreal it’s scary something so great could be so real and so close to being mine.
It doesn’t cost money or trading things to get, it just takes a bit of faith and hope and a little movement with your nose.
Close your eyes and reach out and the gem would be mine.
For the gem was never a piece of treasure but your heart inside of you and I worked hard to make sure it was mine to protect and love for a lifetime.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes
I want to tell you that I admire you for your strength, honesty.
But, that means I have to stand in front of you and tell you all these things.
And my mouth is dry and my feet won’t move and so you walk by and I just let you be.
Another day, another hour, another moment lost.
My regrets of not saying anything is starting to eat up inside and yet here.
I write out the words and yet still I can’t say I admire you for your always kinds.
The way you’re always so sweet to me all worth nothing if I seem so rude and thankful for you.
I admire you and only if these words could reach you, life would be so much better for me.
For your moment to shine would be so much appreciated by you.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes
1. Antlers
2. Evil
3. Evasive
4. Residual
5. Barkeep
6. Struggle
7. Dahlia (a type of flower, can also be a name)
8. Transfuse
9. Methuselah (a patriarch who lived 969 years. Gen. 5:27. an extremely old man. a very large wine bottle holding 6½ quarts (6 liters).
10. Pluck
11. Presentiment (a feeling or impression that something is about to happen, especially something evil; foreboding.)
12. Fourth Rule (There’s an exception to every rule.)
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.
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Dahlia was such a lovely name at least that’s what her mother thought.
But as Dahlia begun to grow up the more evil she became.
To little jokes or pranks you thought were cute at five but,at fifteen she was out of control.
The struggle to raise such a girl was hard on her mother.
Every time you turned around she had antlers on her head showing you who she truly was.
She had accepted the darkness in her life longtime ago and the need for being bad flowed through her veins everyday.
The evil inside her was Methuselah and Methuselah felt like it was someone who was years beyond her age.
Her mother had a Presentiment moment that lead her to take an evasive action to help get rid of the evil inside her daughter.
Her mother searched high and low for her but could not find Dahlia.
Who was busy across town at a low-key bar hanging with her barkeep friend, enjoying drink after drink.
Until the drinks started to leave a nasty residual in her month, so she asked for water and so sobered up.
As Dahlia walked to her car, she begun to feel like someone was watching her in the darkness of the night.
So many shadows to hide in until they could pluck her off the street.
So she picked up her pace and just as she got to her car, she froze as a hand reached out and plucked the evil right out of her.
Soon the sunrises and Dahlia was never the same.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Your like a leave being blown around by the wind never easy to catch and it’s just too much energy to catch you.
But it’s always beautiful to see you flying in the air.
Your colors are red and yellow and soon your telling me fall is near.
But, even when the seasons change you never setting down.
Your like a bad storm that never ends and were forever locked up inside.
Waiting for you to stop playing around so we can move on to brighter and clearer days.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes
The words flowing through my mind are
unstoppable.
And as my pen hits the paper what needs to come out is unstoppable and unbreakable.
It all just seems so amazing that I can’t stop smiling and the feeling is contagious.
Each word touching one person leads to another until there is no one left to reach.
The words continue to circulate through your mind and your phone as you share it with one another.
And then you realize no amount of failure will stop you from writing or doing what you love.
For the feeling that is burning through your heart, mind and body is unstoppable.
And amazingly you become greater than you ever thought you could because one person believed in your talent.
And now you couldn’t stop doing what you love even if you wanted too.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes
The moment was so intense the
air was hard to breath.
As the difficult decision had to be made
and I knew the words would crush you into dust.
The world you had existed in all your life was beginning to disappear and you had to decide if you would go with it.
The decision felt so right but torn you apart at the same time.
And as the tears fell down your face, I stood there supporting you and with the decision made.
A week later you said your finally goodbyes and we drove away leaving the trouble of your old world behind.
Leaving them all behind in our dust as we drove off those dirt roads for the freedom we so needed to keep surviving.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes
