I pray for random words
To fill this void in my head
But as time slowly passes
My thoughts only feel dead
Expired of emotion
So tired of the drill
Inundated with mindless efforts
Without any thrill
Is this the cost of living
For a future unknown
To sit everyday in silence
Completely alone
One day… one day…
It’ll be for the best they insist
Tell me… tell me…
Then why do I still resist?
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Only you can cause such beauty
Through the things you create
And sometimes I forget to look for you
My human side likes to hesitate
How can I deny your existence though
When the day looks like today
It’s easy to see your glory
When you greet me in this way
I don’t need a book or a preacher
To prove these things to me
I find you in the small things
You’re in everything I see
All I have to do is look
And your presence is made known
The miracle of you
Is always so clearly shown
© 2018 Michelle Cook
She must’ve scaled it
A thousand times
Realizing the risk
Every time she climbed
And yet she continued
To chance the danger
Of facing fears
She was no stranger
For the brilliance beyond
Was all that mattered
As her confidence waned
Her courage was gathered
And at the crest every eve
In front of that dazzling display
Her breath would give out
No words she could say
For amidst the blushing
Splendor of the eve
The grandeur of it all
Was more than any could believe
And so in her mind
It was worth risking the fall
For the worst that could happen
Would mean a forever with it all
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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Crisp autumn bells
Shiver in the breeze
Amongst the tender mulberry
And the grand evergreens
Enchanted they dance
A swirling colorful sea
Those delicate golden clusters
Come alive just for me
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Pearl was a pistol
Janezza was a jerk
Glenda was a grumpy ol’ git
Who drove everyone berserk
Nilda was the nice one
But Irma drove her insane
And because of Henrietta’s hexes
Neither one now has a brain
Daniella was a devil
And yet she was always liked the best
But mostly only by male devils
Who liked staring at her chest
Wanda was the youngest witch
She’d bring warlocks home each day
But because of her venereal diseases
She could never get any of them to stay
Tilly was the tallest
Until Shirley shot right past
Now they’re both so old they’re shrinking
And wondering how life went by so fast
Lastly there was Lily
The prettiest witch of all
Until one day her wand exploded
Causing bits of her to be strewn across the wall
The cobweb cloaked coven has since retired
Put up their brooms and stored away their wands
And if you ever want to find them
You’ll have to go looking beyond the beyond
But be careful if you go there
For those old biddies they aren’t so sweet
And if you visit them for Halloween
You may just get a trick instead of a treat
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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