Alone is a place
I know so well
It’s the place I dream
The place I dwell
It gets dreary in here
And I get scared of the dark
But my flame isn’t extinguished
You should see my spark
People pass by
But they cannot see
All the color of life
Right inside of me
Come take a look
You’ll see that it’s true
I have a heart
Just like you
© 2023 Michelle Cook
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Here we are
in the spaces in-between
Hidden inside a realm
of longing and need
Darkness and light
nourish our souls
Our days and desires
consumed by what unfolds
An alternate universe
is what we’ve created
Our minds free to soar
our hearts awakened
Every day with you
compounds my addiction
A life of love
without limitations
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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The room was filled with inky blackness, and only the faintest glow of light could be seen from around the edges of the door. Once in a while, that faint light flickered, announcing the existence of someone in the hall. The sounds behind the door were mostly low and muffled, but every now and then, a shrill scream or clanking of metal could be heard. The most alarming sounds were the sudden scuffles of feet and the dragging of nails across wooden floorboards. Stifled whimpers often followed the tousles, along with deep moans and echoing groans. Sometimes the light beneath the door would abruptly disappear and then reappear as footsteps faded away. It was a lonesome place, with very little to do, but the sounds could stretch the mind, and for that, it was anything but uninspiring.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Writing prompt: Inky blackness and the faintest glow of light from around the door
Amid the chaos
of our cluttered world,
sometimes we have only
but a past moment,
something distinctly different
from all the other colorless days.
And that one solitary moment,
the one we treasure
with fondness and love
gives us something to cling to
when we can no longer see
a single thread of light.
Those rare moments exist
to reassure us during the times
when the dark dares
to snuff out our light.
That one blessed memory
is often what unexpectedly
sees us through.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Defiled strokes
On soiled canvas
Once vibrant flecks
Destroyed by madness
Disarray strewn
In flagrant display
Immortally disfigured
In austere grey
Regretfully imprinted
On a heart of black
Never to find
Her way back
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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