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You bring me home…

~ ~M ~ 14 Comments

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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

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/girl-childhood-fun-happiness-park-2398821/

 

Gravity

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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

Wednesday

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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

Blank page

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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?

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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

Saying goodbye to social media

~ ~M ~ 10 Comments

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

Caught in confusion

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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.  😉

Eager Advancements

~ ~M ~ 33 Comments

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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

Sick

~ ~M ~ 18 Comments

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Buried beneath
Your featherbed cover
Feeling so bad
You hope that you’ll smother

Everything aches
You can’t lift your head
You pray for relief
But just wish you were dead

Slinking to the bath
Nothing matters anymore
As you lay there vomiting
On that cold tile floor

You could easily perish
And you’d be thrilled
For it would end what feels
Like your head being drilled

With your eyes bugging out
You pray for mercy
But none of your friends
Offer murder as a courtesy

And you curse their names
For not offering a way out
While your body heaves
And purges another bout

And you decide if you make it
You’ll never speak to them again
Good thing for everyone
Death takes you in the end

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Inarticulate musings

~ ~M ~ 11 Comments

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A million poems
She attempted to start
For him who was there
Deep in her heart

But words could never capture
All she wanted to say
Every heartfelt thought
Seemed to flutter away

And in the end
She despised her mind
For it just couldn’t convey
All she desperately pined

So she gave up trying
Determined to let go
Of all those hidden words
That her heart didn’t know

© 2018 Michelle Cook

The wonder of inspiration

~ ~M ~ 28 Comments

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It’s always fun to see
Where we glean our inspiration
Especially during those times
Of wordless frustration

Sometimes it’s a word
A picture or a quote
Or other times it’s simply
What someone else wrote

Often it’s the news
A book or a short story
Which gives us the means
To write our own allegory

There are so many things
Which speak to our souls
A writer’s mind
Is never in control

And even these words
Right here on this page
Have come from a place
I cannot gauge

So I sit and enjoy
My mind’s aimless ramble
It’s something I’ve never
Been able to unscramble

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Word Trollops

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Some people are so free
With the words they say
Seems like they enjoy
Giving everything away

And then there are others
Who aren’t so audacious
They understand the cost
Of being too flirtatious

And still there are others
Who abide halfway
We can’t always tell
What they’re meaning to say

I personally like the ones
Who are somewhere in between
It’s always fun to guess
What they really mean

© 2018 Michelle Cook