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
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Silky submersions
Silky
Submersions
Swayed by
Perversions
Same old
Reversions
Such futile
Diversions
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Silky submersions
Customary inconveniences
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
Gravity
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
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
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?
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
A jumbled mess of magic
There’s a jumbled mess
Inside my head
Really should
Withdraw to bed
Words plunder
My will for sleep
Inside my mind
They slowly creep
Each syllable beckons
Insisting I play along
My willpower can’t resist
It just isn’t that strong
So I write another stanza
Affixing it to the page
The only place which allows me
To set my own stage
Excitement pours forth
As I’m just about done
And I hear the crowds react
As my magic is spun
© 2018 Michelle Cook
