You laugh in my face,
sitting right there in front of me.
Blazing with brilliancy,
smirking with golden complexity.
With an ego full of universal wonder,
you know I can’t describe you.
I’m powerless in the midst of your grandeur,
even though I often think I’m your equal.
You smile kindly regarding my naivety,
as your heartbeat shifts my view.
The world cries in anguish,
as you remind me of who you really are.
© 2026 Michelle Cook
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To apologize would say
I’m sorry for being me
and I will never be sorry
for who I am.
I could say I’m sorry
I didn’t live up to your expectations
but that would be telling a lie.
No, I’m quite happy with how I was
and I’m happy with how I’ve become.
I’m happy for every single thing
that I’ve done in my life.
I wouldn’t change a thing
because that would be erasing
who I am.
But there’s one thing
I am sorry about,
the fact that you couldn’t see
all the good inside of me.
© 2026 Michelle Cook
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I’ve noticed it’s the quiet that hits the hardest
The vacancy of your notifications on a busy day
The little interruptions I became quite accustomed to
And I miss those ever-loving interludes with you
The way you’d plead and beg for more time
I never quite understood how little time we had left
If only I’d known, I would’ve never said goodbye
© 2026 Michelle Cook
Danny 💔 – November 20th, 1969 – May 11th, 2026. Neither Brian nor I will ever forget you… xoxo
There’s a trick to mending
stale bread
But not for the kind
that’s in your head
It takes more than moisture
to fix your noggin
Gotta get it out quick
might help to go bloggin
One dried out piece
can cause much strife
Might need to dig it out
with a wedge or a knife
The skull might crack
but the mind won’t fail
Tied to the heart
though it’s not as frail
Once the ration is plucked
you’ll feel much better
Traipsing through life
now unfettered
But a boy who clings
to stale bread
Well in his mind
he’s already dead
© 2026 Michelle Cook
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Wouldn’t it be satisfying
to always stay
right next to each other
arousing never-ending play
Wouldn’t it be something
to awaken the sky
watching us kiss
beneath its bright blue eye
Wouldn’t it be amazing
to go dipping our toes
in a stream faraway
where nobody goes
Wouldn’t it be exciting
to throw off all our clothes
existing in a place
where nobody knows
Wouldn’t it be romantic
to settle down in the shade
knowing absolutely nothing
could ever be forbade
Wouldn’t it be perfect
to be all alone
in a place like no other
blissfully unknown
Wouldn’t it be magical
to exist in a world beyond
like a tale that never ends
going on and on
© 2026 Michelle Cook
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