This is us being us
So much passion
Very little restraint
Counting every second
Of each moment we have
Clinging to slivers
Of scarce opportunities
Enjoying every rendezvous
As if it could be our last
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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There was nothing left to say,
at the end of that fateful day.
The next morning,
the sky parted as usual
as the birds all sang in unison.
Each one responding
without a trifle
of a pink puffy, cloudy care.
The day lazily drifted by
as the trees did their perennial thing,
each one dancing and swaying
to the sound of the honeybees,
all very eager and harmonious,
in their afternoon endeavors.
Even the flowers
dressed in white,
parading around in their newest,
frilly attire,
couldn’t have been,
more carefree.
Each one so unassuming,
in their leisure,
yet studious displays.
Because like always,
it was just another ordinary day.
Another glorious day
to be alive.
At least that was the case
for everyone, but her.
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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Here in the quiet
I find myself missing you
I feel the weight of your absence
Heavy on my heart
But it’s in these moments
That I begin to discover
The true wonder
Of all that you are
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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Been caught up
in an expeditious experiment
A plethora of knowledge
And facts
These things whirl around me
Senseless things
Meaningless and trivial
Things I do not wish to know
And I struggle with mediocrity
Without the faintest idea
Of why any of this is important
Always falling short of my peers
This newfound lingo
Is just so discombobulating
Piercing my young flesh
With worthless
Uncreative filth
Feels like rubbish
Perpetually seeping in
Corrupting my right brain
Controlling my left
All nonsensical rigmarole
Yet fundamental to my worth
And I can’t see past
all these rudimentary devices
So what does that mean?
Am I somehow less brilliant
Because of my perception
of these uncertain
edifying truths?
Maybe my rationale is slanted
But I happen to think
I’m still somebody pretty great
And I may not ever be a superhero
Or even get a gold star
planted on my chest
But I’m me
and that’s pretty remarkable
I’m amazing! I really am!
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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*Inspired by a little bird named Auti. 😉
She knows the rules
And it’s likely a sin
As the idea slowly
Eases in
But she must have it
There’s no other way
And so her cravings
Give her away
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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