This is my chosen place
here in this footloose space.
My niche where anything goes
cause nobody really knows.
I can be happy, or I can be sad;
I can be the good girl or even be bad.
And people can only ever wonder
what kind of spell I’m under.
Nobody ever really knows
my story and how it all goes.
I love this unconfined space.
This is my happy place.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/book-landscape-nature-wind-weather-2929646/
His words fester beneath the surface,
weary words of disdain and ill repute.
But what can I do,
and how can I be anything more?
For I am just another daughter,
a regret still in the making.
And my existence is a constant reminder
of all he’s ever done wrong.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/woman-mysterious-traveler-journey-5718089/
We talk every day
About nothing at all
Nothing and everything
Depends on your call
We share the world
In tangible little bits
Rescuing each other
From the darkest of pits
We laugh and we cry
To help save our sanity
Sometimes spouting
A smidge of profanity
We listen and encourage
As often as we’re able
Even on the days
When we’re sort of unstable
We know each other well
Heart, soul, and mind
Friends like this
Are the very best kind
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/field-girls-friends-nature-happy-981809/
Thinking of you today
and I ask myself this…
How can anyone be lonely
when they have a million friends?
But I suppose it’s more than that
isn’t it?
It’s the foundation
the connectedness
the secret loyalties among confidences.
All these things matter
in order to gauge the true value of a friend.
And sadly
without the right combination
our state of loneliness
is never very far away.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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For everyone here on WordPress, this is what you do to me whenever I read your lovely words. Thank you for always inspiring me and leaving me feeling comforted and loved. It’s this community that really brings me home.
Oh the feeling
When I read such words
The kind that touch my soul
It’s pure bliss
Orgasmic
Mind-blowing
Genius
And I just want to shout out
My unfeigned amazement
From the rooftops
Every time you write
It’s like a mother
Who watches her child
Take their first step
Excitement and pride
Respect and elation
Gratitude and wonderment
They all flood my chest
Puffing it up
With crisp memories
Of bygone days
The ones you leave me remembering
The ones I want to hold on to
Gripping tight to those nostalgic days
Because I fear letting go
After all, I may never remember
Those precious nuggets of time
The ones that settle deep down
In the hidden recesses
Of my aging heart
So I hold on
Grasping ― white-knuckled
Death gripping your words
Because each lovely
Beautiful
Heartfelt word
Each one of them
Brings me home
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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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
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
It’s one of those days…
The kind that makes you wonder
About all the things you shouldn’t
And then leaves you feeling weary
I feel bored and uninspired
And the monotonous drivel
Flooding my emotionless mind
Is only making matters worse
The familiar clicking of the clock
Is fueling my hypnotic state
And I think I may just collapse
Under the weight of my excitement
© 2019 Michelle Cook
The clock
Was restless
In anticipation
Of another day
The girl
Was helpless
To keep procrastination
At bay
The work
Was senseless
And wouldn’t
Go away
The day
Was useless
Windy
And gray
The outlook
Was pointless
But she’d promised
To stay
The desire
Was reckless
To find
Another way
The afternoon
Was zealous
Beseeching her
To play
The schoolbook
Was jealous
Begging her
Not to sway
The convincing
Was endless
And she became
Its prey
The pendulum
Was voiceless
With nothing else
To say
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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
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
There’s a message
Within the song
I recognize its face
All day long
But I can’t understand
Why it’s there
It seems to have caught me
Unaware
Somewhere a lesson
Will likely be had
Slapping my wrists
Reminding me I’m bad
Until then
I’ll wrestle with confusion
Which a few I know
Will find quite amusin
And in the end
I’ll be back in that room
Breathing in more
Of that cheap perfume
For that’s what this life
Has become
May just guzzle it down
With a bottle of rum
© 2018 Michelle Cook
*Written ages ago and I don’t even remember what I was thinking about at the time. Just cleaning out the notes section on my phone. 😉 So beware, I’ve got over 200 more notes to look through, and I’m guessing there may be more of these weird ones to come. 😉
She’s the kind that seeks attention
From men of all sorts
Just watch her for a few minutes
And see the way she cavorts
It’s really quite revolting
The way she digs her claws in
And all those poor unsuspecting men
Nobody knows what’s happened to them
It’s funny because I notice her
Day after day after day…
She seems annoying as hell
And just won’t go away
She’s the kind of woman
Who only speaks with the guys
I shiver at the thought
Of what’s underneath her disguise
Maybe she’s actually quite decent
I could have it all completely wrong
Maybe she’s a real sweet lady
And I’ve been oblivious all along
I suppose I’ve come to the conclusion
That I’ll never really know anything for certain
But I do know one thing
She’s obnoxious when she’s flirtin
And last but not least
Her eager advancements leave me quite ill
Too bad I’m not a guy
I might actually enjoy the thrill
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Eager advancements
