Electric sky

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Pulsing flashes
In lunar blue
Reminds me of nights
Spent with you

The electricity surges
And the sparks fly
With no known method
To quantify

A pensive mood
Brings your essence near
As the reflection of your face
Ignites a tear

Another sporadic flicker
Illuminates the sky
Reviving untold memories
Of you and I

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Electric sky

Always in a crowd

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No matter day nor time
He’s mysteriously there
Often presenting himself
As a charming reflection
Or sometimes merely peering
Through airy sheers
As if lost in another dimension
And when I see his hazy image
Forming late at night
Standing casually by the curb
Under that old, misty lamp post
I’m fully convinced
That my delusions
Are fully functioning
As the churning whirls of smoke
Find their way
Over to my door
Each captivating puff
Curling up against my nose
Alighting my senses
With the waft of bygone days
Ones that could never be forgotten
Even though their existence
Is a fallacy in itself

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Always in a crowd

 

To my inky friend

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It’s been quite a long time
Since I last held you
And now you just don’t feel the same
You’re like a long lost friend
The kind I used to know so well
The sort I’d spend every day with
Who I’d laugh and cry with
The kind I’d stay up all night with
Who’d listen and love me for me
Like the friend who was always there
No matter time or day
The sort who cared about everything
Regardless of its true importance
But now things are different
And you feel so unfamiliar
Our connection has sadly faded
And the magic that was once inside you
Seems to have lost its fiery spark
You used to be so mesmerizing
I could stare at you all day long
Your life-giving enchantments saved me
And I wonder why you had to change
You used to write the loveliest things
But like a long lost friend
Who was once as close as a brother
You just aren’t the same as before
I’m afraid the spell has been broken
And the essence of you is surely gone

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Listen to your mother…

One thing I’ve never done is written anything for obvious reasons.  Everything I write has a much deeper meaning, and few people are privy to the real interpretation.  And in a way, that is so much more satisfying to me because there are things I don’t want to have to explain to the world.  My true self is hidden somewhere within the words that scatter across every page I write.  All those cryptic words… most reminiscent of days long ago when the seasons couldn’t change fast enough; when life took me by surprise every goddamn day, messing with my heart and soul.  Seems like a lifetime ago, and yet it really wasn’t, or was it?  Those who think they know me, are only fooling themselves.  Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover? ~M

Nasty nonsense

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Do you ever just wish
You could take back what you said
And every moment after
Is something that you dread

All those regretful words
Left hanging in the air
Fills you with affliction
Cause you really do care

But something made you do it
Spew your words of hate
A bunch of nasty nonsense
If only you could relegate

Time is the only cure
Likely to save your from your demise
Your only hope left
Is that the memory fades and dies

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Like petals wilting in the rain

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Do you ever just feel
That sorrowful ache in your heart
When someone you love
Starts falling apart

It kills you inside
Knowing they’re in pain
It’s this crushing somber feeling
Like petals wilting in the rain

And your heart starts to break
Pieces falling to the floor
There’s nothing you can do
You just can’t save them anymore

For they’ve given up their will
No fight left within
So you wait in the shadows
Silently hoping that they’ll win

But you know the feeling well
Having felt the same way too
All of life’s dismal thoughts
Pressing relentlessly into you

And with that bleak remembrance
Of days that killed you too
You just have to pray
There’s nothing more you can do

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Autumn

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A bouquet of sunshine
Brightens the front door
As eager hands bring back
All they’ve dared to explore

Her face comes alive
As the wind twirls her hair
Of loveliness there is nothing
That could ever compare

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Thanks to Michael for a whole month of writing prompts, click here to view them all; Flowers of Autumn

Petulance

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Sometimes I just want to wrap myself tightly
In faded old memories and beautiful regrets
Oh to be able to forget the present time
And just relive the days of juvenile delinquency
To be young and free with no more responsibility
But the world is unrelenting in its high and mighty ways
Creating senseless rules that have no rhyme or reason
And we become sucked into the pit of persuasion
Which forces us to admit beyond our better judgement
That we must be good, righteous, and truth bearing beings
And all it does is grow us up into boring, blundering, baboons
Many of whom have hardly any imagination left at all

© 2018 Michelle Cook

In between the clover and the dampened earth…

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I noticed him lying there, in between the clover and the dampened earth. He was only a mere mirror image of who he once was. I wanted to save him, and restore him to his original state. But it seemed that the truth had sucked the life right out of his chest. Over time, it had appeared that the map, the course set for his life, really had changed; or had he read it wrong to begin with?

Memories of her began to fill his heart and head once more. She had been the loveliest woman he had ever known. Her skin was always soft and warm, like a silk blanket covered with the faintest hint of her perfume. But deep down in the dungeon of his worn out soul, he knew what he had done. He could still picture the two halves of her dress, left frayed and worn. He had been consumed by fear that night so very long ago, and he remembered standing as still as the dark night above him while he watched as the moon exploded. She had hurriedly dressed, then wept as the music faded away. An uncertain destiny awaited, for now, they had no other choice.

Holding her gaze briefly from across the room, he knew she was no longer his. As she rushed out into an unknown future, she became transfixed by all the wondrous lights, and never even noticed that he was still there. A steady breeze of newfound potential guided her along, while he kept his hands in his pockets, nervously playing with his keys. And suddenly his future hopes and dreams began to fade as the old trusty door to his future began to melt against the corroding brass frame. He wondered if it was all a glitch or just his imagination. Droplets of sweat began to fall from his brow as he remembered back to how the blade had glistened, and venom seemed to pour from his eyes, as poisoned tears filled his invisible cup. He drank the last drop, then plummeted into a sea of depression. Decompression arrived quickly after the window to his hopes blew out.

She began to see nothing except heavenly creatures, all of whom featured boldly in her dreams. She had changed and now reeked of sugary sweets, her teeth giving away her disguise. Fishnet stockings were a pleasant surprise to all the new men in her life, and an eruption of presents could be seen as each one bribed her for the countless pleasures they knew she’d provide. In the end, only a half-eaten muffin and a spoon remained; mere remnants of another morning that meant nothing. She snickered as she ran away from all of them until she noticed what was behind her. She couldn’t escape the truth; it had finally captured her soul.

The last bell chimed, and not even the crickets could be heard, as she watched the floating orb hover over the painting above the hearth. And suddenly both he and her remembered the planter boxes of peculiar looking pansies, the ones that once lined the odd shaped path which had led them to each other. And then they both finally noticed the secret, entombed inside the jar of honey. It clearly held the key to all their torment, something they had never once allowed themselves to see.

© 2018 Michelle Cook


I had quite a bit of  fun writing this short story, which is a combination of all of the December writing prompts.  Hope you enjoyed it!  ~M 😉

To read the prompts, click here.

Monday musings

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It’s easy to feel lost
In a world so grand
With thousands of people
Who cannot understand

We’re just one small speck
In a universe so vast
The memory of our lives
Will someday be left in the past

So be all that you can
In this brief life you’ve been given
And don’t ever forget
To spend each day truly livin

Always remember this
It’s never too late to start anew
And try to give everyone in your life
The very best of you

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Stolen heart

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Intense longing
Is what I used to feel
For what he took
Was not his to steal

He ran away
My heart in hand
Makes me wonder now
If this was always his plan

Good riddance to you
Is what I now say
I never needed
My heart anyway

For who wants or needs
The potential to be broken
Should have thrown it away
Before it became his token

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Today is just another tomorrow…

 

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Today is just
Another tomorrow
A chance to forget
Those long lost sorrows

Stepping back
From the fractured view
Leaving behind wild nights
Of a foolish hue

Summers past
Often filled with drunken rambling
All those frozen moments
Of risky gambling

Thank god those days
Are over and gone
And we’ve second chances
To finally move on

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompts: Fractured view, Another tomorrow, Step back, Wild nights, Summers past, Drunken rambling, Frozen moments.

A sliver of hope

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Blood rushing through veins
Coursing so fast
Trying to escape
The source of its past
For the heart is full
Of evil and deceit
Tainted even more
By the devil at her feet
And lips turn bright red
With the taste of regret
And everyone’s surprised
Death hasn’t claimed her yet
But she has a secret
A cure hidden deep within
A sliver of hope
Found where it’s always been

© 2018 Michelle Cook