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
True Friends are…
True friends are forever praying
True friends are always there waiting
True friends speak truth and are never faking
True friends love you when your heart is aching
True friends show up when your world is quaking
True friends have you on their mind upon waking
True friends hold your hand when you’re shaking
True friends tell you that you’re amazing
True friends give instead of taking
True friends are never berating
True friends know when your heart is breaking
True friends sit by your side when you feel yourself fading
True friends are there no matter what you’re facing
© 2018 Michelle Cook
I feel lost
In a vast sea
One that no longer
Recognizes me
Why must the tide
Ebb and flow
Wish it would stay
But it always goes
© 2018 Michelle Cook
I’m at the very brink of rhetoric and rhyme
And I can almost taste each and every delicious word
These savory and sensational tidbits
Have begun to form on the furthermost tip of my tongue
The texture and flavor of each specific thought
Bursts forth with vitality from my baffled brain
Tickling and teasing the remainder of my senses
As words spew spontaneously and sporadically
Each notion captured in a technological realm of space
Where perceptions and ideas flood the world
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Early morning
Darkest night
No one here
To hold me tight
Always lonely
Nobody near
Forever alone
Is what I fear
And even god
Seems distant now
Even he
Has vanished somehow
And reality hits me
That this is it
I’m never getting out
Of this solitary pit
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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