I haven’t had coffee in weeks
no desire to change the sheets
It’s all just gone to hell
this place where I currently dwell
Some furniture has disappeared
the rest is about to be cleared
Get me outta here I say
but this month won’t go away
Time has not been in my favor
so I continue to stew and labor
If only I could speed things up
I’d be happy as a jolly ol pup
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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Between the head
and the heart
we can feel hollow
and pulled apart
All those hidden spaces
in-between
are often isolated
and unseen
The requirements
within our core
leave us yearning
forevermore
Until necessities
are found at our feet
we can feel empty
and incomplete
Few ever find
what they’re searching for
most are adrift
and wanting more
Some are lucky
to see their way
we’re fortunate
if those ones stay
Darkness and light
are ever near
consequences
aren’t always clear
But the path
is always ours to decide
we just need someone
to stand beside
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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Foretelling flames
sparked the rubble
that’s when both of them knew
they were in loads of trouble
Pixie dust specks
and spatters of desire
flared each flicker
destined never to expire
And although the world
tried to keep them apart
divine interventions
sealed their fate from the start
Who would’ve thought
a little dust and heat
could make someone’s lives
so full and complete
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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Something soupy
A dollop of droopy
That’s what describes my day
Something failed
An idea derailed
Things aren’t going my way
A harrowing mess
Oh the distress
If only I could just start over
But the time it would take
Oh what a mistake
Trying to keep my composure
Can any of you relate
By these feelings of frustrate
Ever feel like burying your head?
Why do we even begin
Bearing an idea within
When we could’ve stayed in bed
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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I begin to slowly die
whenever you’re away
disheartened by the absence
of your colorful array
An achromatic rainbow
is all that I can conjure
my mind’s eye being
desolate and somber
But then you return
like a prism in my mind
blotting out the bleakness
with a feeling undefined
My world becomes a haven
and my heart beats anew
saturated by all the colors
spilled on me by you
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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