Here I lay
Entranced, smitten
On my deranged heart
His name is written
Foul and stained
Hungry and raw
Charmed by his voice
Ever in awe
Defiled by him
With every lewd word
The lines of reality
Skewed and blurred
Mesmerized
By every confession
He is my only
True obsession
© 2019 Michelle Cook
He knows the exact way
To pull me out
Whenever the world
Doesn’t want me about
He sees me for me
And loves all my flaws
He accepts who I am
There is no hidden clause
He keeps my secrets
And shares his own
Never making me feel
As if I’m alone
He cares for me
In a way nobody else does
And he does it all
Just because
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Melted bliss
One thing I’ve never done is written anything for obvious reasons. Everything I write has a much deeper meaning, and few people are privy to the real interpretation. And in a way, that is so much more satisfying to me because there are things I don’t want to have to explain to the world. My true self is hidden somewhere within the words that scatter across every page I write. All those cryptic words… most reminiscent of days long ago when the seasons couldn’t change fast enough; when life took me by surprise every goddamn day, messing with my heart and soul. Seems like a lifetime ago, and yet it really wasn’t, or was it? Those who think they know me, are only fooling themselves. Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover? ~M
Silver grains of sand
Tickle my fingers
Running straight through
Never willing to linger
And just like time
They empty from my hand
Causing me to wonder
Where every speck will land
Will they become more
Transformed into something of worth
Or will they forever be fragments
Of unembellished earth
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Silver sand
You stare at me
All bright and clean
Forever taunting
It’s so damn mean
I know your game
I’ve seen it before
Ever daring me
To come explore
To drip my ink
Upon your page
Convincing me
It’s all the rage
But what if I finally
Told you no
Would you then
Just let me go
Or would you dare me
To be your writer
Suggesting I stay
For an overnighter
I can tell you this
You’re wasting your attempts
Cause I feel nothing
But contempt
So unless you want
Your page turned grey
Think I’ll just
Be on my way
© 2019 Michelle Cook
What would you do
If you had a whole day?
Would you leave behind the things
That always get in your way?
Would you watch a sunset?
Or perhaps fly a kite?
Maybe sit on your front porch
And drink milkshakes all night?
What would you do
If you had an entire week?
Would you search for all the things
You’ve been dying to seek?
Would you act like a pirate?
And finally go on an adventure?
Searching far and wide
For that lost buried treasure?
What would you do
If you had a full month?
Would you express to the whole world
That you’ve had quite enough?
Would you go on a rampage?
Perhaps tell everyone how you feel?
Or would you just stay inside
And keep everything concealed?
What would you do
If you had a complete year?
Would you investigate all the things
Which have never been clear?
Would your curious mind take over?
Would you become a sleuth?
Perhaps a professional eavesdropper
So you could uncover the truth?
What would you do
If you had a forever?
Would you still stay inside
Even in good weather?
Or would you finally just enjoy
Everything you’ve got
And not let your life
Be all for naught
What would you do?
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Love
Can be fleeting
Often feels
Defeating
Loss
It’s my win
And yet still
I give in
Grief
Lasts forever
When never
Is your together
Life
I get by
Always saying
Goodbye
© 2019 Michelle Cook
There she sat
At the edge of forever
Lost in the gloom
Of the shadowy weather
Slumped all alone
In her dismal state
She wondered if anyone
Could possibly relate
Was her solitary life
Always meant to be
If only the answer
She could one day see
Forever seemed too far
As the friendless void imprisoned
No condemnation to pass
This was mostly her decision
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; The edge of forever
Hold your hankering horses
You know you really must
A little patience is so important
Or else you’ll surely bust
Hold your hankering horses
And quit being so demanding
Don’t you know life is always better
With a little bit of understanding?
Hold your hankering horses
Your antsy attitude needs to go
People don’t like impatience
This is something you ought to know
Hold your hankering horses
Just sit still and listen to me now
I’m explaining your main issue
And if you want to fix it, this is how
Hold your hankering horses
Get a grip and don’t wind up in a tizzy
I’m sorry to say that your behavior
Is only making the rest of us dizzy
Hold your hankering horses
This is the last thing I’m going to say
If you can’t calm down and be patient
Then please just go away
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Hold your hankering horses
I once wrote about a place
That was neither here nor there
A place found between the realms
Of hope and despair
And in that in-between place
I remember finding what I’d lost
Yet finding that place
Came with innumerable costs
And I wonder now
If it was all worth it in the end
For finding what I’d lost
Only made me want to lose it again
And isn’t that how life is
Always searching for things misplaced
So many wonderful things
Seem to vanish without a trace
And when we think we’ve found our losses
We cling on with all our might
Hopeful that somehow
They’ll bring back our lost delight
And yet sadly our thinking
Often leads us further astray
Until we finally realize
We just need to go another way
© 2019 Michelle Cook
There have been so many disappointments in my life over the past several years and I think a lot of those issues started with being on social media and the repercussions that came with being on there. I have mulled over this subject for months and months now and I have finally decided that the time has come for me to close all of my social media accounts. And as many of you have probably noticed, I haven’t been writing much in recent days. I just feel like I need to take a step back in many ways. I have so many other priorities right now and I feel like I need to be focusing my time in other areas of my life. If any of you need to contact me, I can still be reached by email which can be found if you click on my Gravatar. Thank you all for understanding, and I will still be providing the writing prompts every month and doing my best to keep up with all of that. Love you guys… ~M xo
Love often tastes
Like bitter wine
Exhilarating at first
Then unrefined
Yet we never stop
Consuming our fill
The taste matters not
So long as it’s real
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Another day
Another hour
Production wanes
Thoughts sour
Empty hands
Cold as ice
Poor decisions
Paying the price
Morbid days
Never ending
Searching for
A new beginning
Dreaming big
Yet standing still
Almost out
Of drive and will
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Do you ever just wish
You could take back what you said
And every moment after
Is something that you dread
All those regretful words
Left hanging in the air
Fills you with affliction
Cause you really do care
But something made you do it
Spew your words of hate
A bunch of nasty nonsense
If only you could relegate
Time is the only cure
Likely to save your from your demise
Your only hope left
Is that the memory fades and dies
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Do you ever just feel
That sorrowful ache in your heart
When someone you love
Starts falling apart
It kills you inside
Knowing they’re in pain
It’s this crushing somber feeling
Like petals wilting in the rain
And your heart starts to break
Pieces falling to the floor
There’s nothing you can do
You just can’t save them anymore
For they’ve given up their will
No fight left within
So you wait in the shadows
Silently hoping that they’ll win
But you know the feeling well
Having felt the same way too
All of life’s dismal thoughts
Pressing relentlessly into you
And with that bleak remembrance
Of days that killed you too
You just have to pray
There’s nothing more you can do
© 2019 Michelle Cook
