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Poetry

Where’s

the love

Where’s the passion.

Everything feels like an unanswered question these days.

I don’t know what it is I’m looking for but I know when I find it.

It will outshine everything I’ve been going through lately.

The stress the pain and the frustration won’t be a big deal anymore.

Everything that seemed so big and overwhelming will become so small they will cease to exist.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2015 By Deirdre Stokes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2015 By Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

It’s getting

late and I know that it’s time for me to go.

I know that you don’t want to me to know all that is going on

and at first I was fine with that but, how much longer do I have to wait.

Because the longer I wait the more I feel less in your life and more like an outsider looking in and only granted peeks here and there.

You feel I’m being to demanding and that your life is just too complicated and it’s best to not let me get too close.

I’m not the one you want to show your  vulnerable side  with and yet it breaks you if I try to walk away.

But, yet again I feel like I am invading your space and well maybe that would be true if it wasn’t you who let me in to begin with.

I will always love you but, this is not healthy or right for me to keep living this way that makes me feel like I’m putting apart of my life on hold for someone who will never pull me into a world that I deserve.

One with less hurt and pain and disappointment, one that feels like two people are working to make this right and now just one person trying to knock down everything you put up to keep them out.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Lost

is something I find myself in lately with nothing but work and sleep and sometimes eating to look forward too.

I begin to lose sight of what I’m truly looking forward to, for the dreams are so faded away that I don’t know what I’m working for anymore.

For you can have your money and your job because at the point I rather be broke and happy.

Then my pockets full of misery and nothing great is coming my way, it’s like living in hell and no matter how hard I try to break these chains.

They just keep digging into me more until I’m covered in scars and the only thing you see in my eyes is pure hatred.

What have I become and is there really a way out of this mess?

 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Captive by your words!

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Captive by your words as I sit down and read a good book and completely zone out as I get sucked in to each page. 

As the story unfolds right in front of my eyes I just can’t look away and when I get to the last couple of pages.

I just can’t put it down until I know what has happened and how it ended and then I can go to sleep and wake up and wait around for the next book in the series to come out. 

And while I wait I fall into another book and read that one until my reading obsession is satisfied. 

Like handcuffs once I am locked in to a new book that is so good it’s hard to let go and get out of a story so captivating it stays with months later. 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Captive by your words!

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Poetry

I thought

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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Poetry

I’ve

lost my voice

and everywhere I look

leads me to a dead-end.

I just want to find it soon

Or I will disappear from your mind

like the words I wrote yesterday.

My voice I tried so hard to hold on to you

but now that your gone I’m just so tired and helpless without you.

Nothing comes out my mouth and so I just sit inside

away from it all-knowing the one thing that I thought wouldn’t go away did.

I’m lost without you and I hope you come back soon.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

How did I

Get here when everything

seemed so much brighter

On the other side.

I didn’t see it coming

the smoke was so thick

once it surrounded me.

The person I used to be

became so small that you

couldn’t find me in the

bite size of dust all around me.

I was lost and my only hope would

be that someone would find me and

bring me back.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Daily Prompt: Flee

I want to flee from writing this post for nothing is inspiring me to write right now.

Like the excitement of something new to write about just killed the creativity flowing through my mind and, so I stare at an empty screen for far too long.

Knowing nothing great was coming out of me this late but, you see I’ve been trying to  write this piece all day to fit the way I wanted it to.

But, words don’t seem to connect to me like they did this weekend.

It’s like I’m missing the biggest piece to the puzzle but I can’t seem to find in .

So I flee from it all and hope I can write something great tomorrow.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt:Flee

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Poetry

Daily Prompt: Façade

Her facade was beautiful but the truth of who she was

In the inside was nothing close to beautiful.

But she used her looks to get people to like her but her words

Would burn them  up so fast.

They couldn’t prepare themselves for the pain that was so strong

It felt like they were burning alive and no matter if they screamed for help no one ever came.

And as she walked away from the ashes of who they used to be she would smile and start to sing a song, drawing in people to her like moth to flames

At first she seems like a beautiful rose you want to smell and carry with you everywhere you go.

But then her thorns come out and you are being pricked from all sides, no part of you is left without feeling pain.

You try to run away but you hit a wall that wasn’t there a minute ago, trapped like a helpless fly in a window screen.

You start to cry and wish you didn’t think the most beautiful things were the sweetest of all and you want to stop judging a person by looks.

And maybe if you survive her evil torture, you won’t make the same mistake again.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Façade