Conviction mocked her
As her heart laid bare
While revenge and malice
Caught her unaware
The dagger gleamed brightly
Profuse sweat matting her hair
And the blade slid easily
Through a heart that wasn’t there
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Past futures
She realized
She couldn’t handle
The reality
Of the inevitable
So in her mind
A fated goodbye
Seemed entirely logical
It was too bad
Her heart
Could never agree
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; An unencumbered life
Prone to misfortune
And many blunders
As her poor mind
Would often wander
She made
A terrible mistake
Of getting up
At daybreak
And she set out
To the sea
Hoping for a day
Of soaring free
But the girl’s spirit
Led her astray
As the tide swept
Her cares away
And after that first
Erroneous step
She sighed from her
Nonchalant attempt
Because one stride
Became too many
As she nearly squashed
A silver jenny
And the next footfall
Was even worse
Such an unfortunate
Squishy curse
For that jellyfish
Wasn’t missed
And that pathetic girl
Just yelped and hissed
The stinging jolt
Was quite unamusing
Leaving her foot
Swollen and oozing
The unlucky girl
Had only wanted a day
To leave her burdens
Far away
But her carefree
And heedless endeavors
Were tragically
Tainted forever
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Jellyfish jolts
Cynicism is a trait
I oft regret
For when pessimism abounds
I’m usually upset
But sometimes my outlook
Just can’t be eased
So I bide my time
Feeling unappeased
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Cynicism at its finest
She grew tired
Of knowing
And tired
Of pretending
For one
Can’t easily forget
A hidden agenda
Emblazoned
In neon orange
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Unraveling steel threads
Silky
Submersions
Swayed by
Perversions
Same old
Reversions
Such futile
Diversions
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Silky submersions
No matter day nor time
He’s mysteriously there
Often presenting himself
As a charming reflection
Or sometimes merely peering
Through airy sheers
As if lost in another dimension
And when I see his hazy image
Forming late at night
Standing casually by the curb
Under that old, misty lamp post
I’m fully convinced
That my delusions
Are fully functioning
As the churning whirls of smoke
Find their way
Over to my door
Each captivating puff
Curling up against my nose
Alighting my senses
With the waft of bygone days
Ones that could never be forgotten
Even though their existence
Is a fallacy in itself
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Always in a crowd
These illicit blue walls
They speak in hushed tones
Hiding what they assume
I’ll never be able to bear
But little do they realize
I already know the truth
And the color underneath
Is unmistakably scarlet red
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Echoing desires
Carpet burns
Adorned her knees
It was the only way
She could appease
And what do you think
She was doing down there?
Searching under the bed
For his dirty underwear!
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Carpet burns adorned her knees
Swirling sands
And shifting tides
Dispelling the grains
Of ordinary matter
No real answers
As the waves flux
Just more questions
While time escapes
© 2019 Michelle Cook
I miss the one I once knew
The old you
I miss the distant days
The old ways
I miss the witty rhymes
The old times
If only the old
Could be what I forever hold
I’d never have to miss you
© 2019 Michelle Cook
A clump of bitter thoughts
Courses through my mind
If only I could strangle my emotions
And leave the world behind
But my rage is in full bloom
Bursting with savage, ugly truths
And if it wasn’t so damn hot
I’d shout my anguish from the roofs
And there’s also a pile of ash
Circling round my head
I can never seem to catch it
And it’s something that I dread
So adding to my frustration
I’m dealing with all of that too
And I wonder how does one cross-over
When they can never see their way thru
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Misaligned and malevolent
She was the sun
And he was her moon
Both went to great lengths
To be able to commune
His pale face always reflected
The warmth of her glow
This was something he shared
So everyone would know
And as each night descended
During twilight’s first view
He would shine even brighter
While basking in her hue
The nights never grew dim
For she was his enduring light
And her luminous display
Made everything alright
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; She was the sun
Once a bird on a wire
She knew he’d fly away
For this was what he always did
Whenever his world turned gray
And after countless farewells
She finally vacated his space
So tired of his fabrications
And of always being replaced
For it wasn’t worth the heartache
Or even the fight of holding on
So she left him where he’d left her
Until he really was gone
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Take these dreams
Which once were mine
And fashion them with
A new design
Turn them into something
Believable and strong
So that I might finally
Move along
I’m so tired of wishing
For things that can’t be
Open up my eyes
And help me see
A dose of reality
Is what I need
If ever I hope
To succeed
© 2019 Michelle Cook
