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Daily Prompt: Hike

Dealing with you is like a long hike

up a mountain.

Going up it at first is easy and breezy then

it begins to become a struggle to get to the top.

You become out of breath and a bottle of water is needed.

But even than you don’t become easy to go on and, many times I just want to give up and turn back.

Yet, the view from the top is what I’ve been looking forward to so I continue and once at the top the view is amazing.

But once the amazing feeling wears off, I’m not sure I’d make the climb again.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Passionate

She was a passionate women the way she

moved her body and the way he moved his hands.

You could tell she loved to dance and he loved to paint her dancing.

The two artists were so connected it was so easy for him to be able to capture her movements on paper over and over again.

They never let anyone tell them they were not good enough, because their passion for what they did was so strong.

The words didn’t hurt them for they never had a chance to slap them in the face and make them doubt who they were.

For they always knew what they were meant to be and what to do with the talent they were so passionately about.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Passionate

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Daily Prompt: Together

Together we’re unstoppable

two peas in a pod.

Our smiles are always so bright and laugher is never to far behind.

Even when we grow apart and live our lives two different ways.

I’m sure if we came back together it would seem different but we would embrace the growth we did apart.

I will always support you even when you forget me but at some part of our life we were meant to be best friends.

Now what we are is not so defined but that doesn’t mean I don’t care.

Together in our childhood memories and now so far apart but still I cheer for you.

My forever childhood friend, forever my other sister.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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I walk

in and I see you and it’s like being hit with a brick wall

these emotions of sadness wash over me like.

Someone close to me is gone and I can’t seem to figure out

what is going on and so I quickly disappear inside.

As I let myself fade into the background and this other side of me takes over

and I feel like I’m floating above myself, watching what is happening but I can’t stop anything.

The feeling doesn’t go away and I don’t seem to be able to slam back into myself again, will anyone notice I’m not me this bubble of light and giggles.

Even though the other side of me smiles it never reaching her eyes and, the laugh isn’t quite right for it’s not music to your ears.

The things about me that you look forward too doesn’t sound like they used to but you can’t quite put your finger on why I sound different.

But all I can do is hope you will realize in time and save me from this person who is like a shadow of who I am.

I am the light and without that light shining bright inside me or reaching out to you, things begin to not be the same and the once room full of joy is only half full.

Not enough to satisfy you or me or everyone else who cares and is tied to me and you, will time run out before we meet again.

For the darkness always needs a little light of hope in it, and that hope of light is me so what are you waiting for.

Come find me and bring me home again!

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Fragile

She’s always trying to be so strong

even when she doesn’t have the energy to give her all.

No one notices because she wears her strength so proudly

She tries to be anything but fragile.

For she doesn’t want to seem like something that can fall apart

and be broken.

But, sometimes life throws a curve ball into your plan and all you

can be is a fragile mess.

And you think about the things that could have been and what never was and, then you

pick yourself off the floor or bed.

Returning to you is your strength to go on with nothing seeming to knock you down but

having some fragile moments is what really truly gets you through life’s tough moments.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Slog

Morning came and the sun light shined so bright in my eyes.

I knew it would be a hard slog to get out of bed this morning and want to get anything done.

But soon up I went and all I could think of was climbing back into bed and forgetting about this day.

But I got up and now I’m smiling for this day is close to being over and I can’t wait to climb back into bed and, be glad tomorrow will be a new day!

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Perplexed

She was confused by the smile on your face.

Because the fire in your eyes shined bright, she couldn’t figure out why you would be angry with her.

Everything was building up inside of you that she didn’t know if she should run and hide or say hi?

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Perplexed

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Daily Prompt: Radical

Radical not a word you use everyday

to express how you feel.

It’s something that doesn’t cross your mind

as you think of what to say.

When you see something amazing happening

around you.

It’s a word best left alone but maybe ones day

someone will say it and you will just accept it back

into your vocabulary.

For a day or two until that new word comes in a radical is gone like person from your place.

Never to be seen or heard from again.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt:Zing

Zing is all you hear as Cupid arrow

goes  straight for your heart so you

would fall in love with the one meant for you!

Your eyes become so clear as you look into her eyes so bright like the moon.

You swear you could see two people smiling back at you walking down the beach holding hands.

Like her eyes were showing you the future if you just took the leap and lived the rest of your life with the women right in front of you.

As you fight the hold Cupid arrow has on you, you get so tired and you stop fighting and just let fate guide you the right way for once.

As the sun goes down and you lay on a blanket on the beach watching the stars overhead with your love.

You realize that the sound of zing was best moment of your life.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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