You transport me to a world
where anything is possible,
a place where time stands still,
where we never grow old.
And in that magical world,
you are mine to keep forever,
to love, hold, and cherish,
until the end of time.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Sometimes
there are times,
I wish I could
go back.
I’d fix
all the places
where things
went right off track.
But then
I remember,
you can’t fix
what’s not been learned.
So instead,
I just keep livin,
knowin the past
has been adjourned.
© 2021 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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I’m a mood catcher;
I have no defense,
emotions they all stick to me,
leaving me tense.
And I have to admit;
it’s annoying as hell
to catch a mood
that leaves me unwell.
I’m usually happy
and slow to anger,
but when a mood is present,
you’ll feel the danger.
I’m like a balloon
filling up with hot air,
too much, and boom,
you don’t wanna go there.
My body can detonate
in an explosive fit;
all my rage can make an army,
cower and quit.
So please don’t infect me
with your lousy mood;
you might soon regret
your attitude.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/gorilla-monkey-ape-animal-mammal-1416459/
*Thanks to my daughter Auti for picking out the photo. Guess she’s implying something here about her mama. Lol…
Choosing what to remember,
often looking beyond,
time has been kind to me;
the memories are fond.
I could sink into a slew
of unfavorable recollections,
but my heart knows the cost
of unsightly reflections.
So the bright side wins out,
neither a regret nor a sigh,
and I never feel too bad
when my head is in the sky.
Others may decide to loiter
in the pit of despair,
but why would sensible me
ever choose to go there.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/young-woman-sitting-overlooking-731142/
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