Silky submersions

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Silky
Submersions

Swayed by
Perversions

Same old
Reversions

Such futile
Diversions

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Silky submersions

 

Illuminating illustrations

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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


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Illuminating illustrations

Eager Advancements

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She’s the kind that seeks attention
From men of all sorts
Just watch her for a few minutes
And see the way she cavorts

It’s really quite revolting
The way she digs her claws in
And all those poor unsuspecting men
Nobody knows what’s happened to them

It’s funny because I notice her
Day after day after day…
She seems annoying as hell
And just won’t go away

She’s the kind of woman
Who only speaks with the guys
I shiver at the thought
Of what’s underneath her disguise

Maybe she’s actually quite decent
I could have it all completely wrong
Maybe she’s a real sweet lady
And I’ve been oblivious all along

I suppose I’ve come to the conclusion
That I’ll never really know anything for certain
But I do know one thing
She’s obnoxious when she’s flirtin

And last but not least
Her eager advancements leave me quite ill
Too bad I’m not a guy
I might actually enjoy the thrill

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Eager advancements

Indisputable beauty

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Across the room
There you were
Nothing much
Just a big orange blur

Upon further inspection
You came into clearer focus
Suddenly blooming within my mind
Like a budding crocus

An unexpected delight
You captivated my mind
Why didn’t I notice before?
Why was I so blind?

And I’ve realized now
Just how ignorant I’ve been
For your beauty was always there
Hidden within

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Photo credit:  https://www.wikiart.org/en/vincent-van-gogh/still-life-vase-with-fifteen-sunflowers-1888-1

 

The sounds of silver lights

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Rainy night
Odd streaks of light
Rainbow flecks
Breathtaking effects
Umbrellas rush
Hearts melt and crush
Sprinkles splatter
Puddles shatter
Silver bells
Cast their spells
The moon shines
Revealing signs
Busyness ensues
Amidst stunning views
Nobody sees
The magic in these

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt: The sounds of silver lights

Wilting efforts

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If success is only measured
By man’s own heart
Than what the hell have we been doing
From the very start

We live each day
Trying so hard to get ahead
And with all this mindless shuffling
It’s a wonder we aren’t dead

We scurry and worry
Then we sigh and we cry
While all along never realizing
We’re really just living a lie

Because this isn’t actually living
It’s not about what we’ve done
At the end of the day
We aren’t even having any fun

Instead we’re torturing ourselves
Frustrated by our lack of gain
Each day is just a wilting effort
Driving all of us insane

We’ll never accomplish everything
And never be all we’d like to be
It shouldn’t take our entire lives
For us to finally see

We’ve got to stop measuring our happiness
By the world’s standard views
And take on the dauntless challenge
Of living a life of a whole new hue

Daring to risk it all
Our regular lives might come with a cost
And yet without even trying to change
We forget we’ve already lost

© 2018 Michelle Cook

*This is what my brain produces at 3 am when I can’t sleep.  Lol… Have a great day everyone!  😉  ~M


Writing prompt:  Wilting efforts

The Mystery of Milmonyville

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The town of Milmonyville
Was such a curious place
Lined with quaint shops
Filled with wares of fine taste

It was like stepping back in time
As you walked down the street
And men would tip their hats
To every woman that they’d greet

Most thought it rather odd
That the people were so welcoming
And many would never go back
Because they found it so unsettling

It was almost as if the town
Was too perfect in some regards
Everything was polished and sparkling
Something you couldn’t disregard

And that old town of Milmonyville
Is still a mystery even today
Especially after heaps of bodies
Were found floating in their pristine bay

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt: The mystery of Milmonyville

Blue pencil boulevard

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Poised and perfect
She looked divine
Standing there on the corner
Of twelfth and nine

Flawless and fashionable
Causing all eyes to divert
A forbidden temptress
In her blue pencil skirt

Dignified and delicate
A picture perfect scene
A shame who she really was
Would forever go unseen

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt: Blue pencil boulevard

Woodland white

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She stumbled upon a forest
Littered with crimson foliage and woodland white
And serenity found her there
Amidst the heavenly glow of the flaxen moonlight

The shadows were oddly comforting
Wrapping her in solace from the branches up high
And as she traversed her way through the verdure
She was awestruck by the moonlit sky

The old spotted owls called out to her
Welcoming her in like a dear old friend
And the peacefulness she found there
Was something she knew she could forever depend

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt:  Woodland white

A fragrant fog

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A fragrant fog
Seeped under the door
Drifting lazily in
On that bare tile floor

And I watched as the room
Flooded with deadly gas
Everyone in the room screaming
Trying to make a mad dash

But the exit was blocked
And there was no escape
And I watched that horrific tale
On an old video tape

Scared to hardly breathe
After watching such a scene
How could anyone be
That cruel, that mean!

And yet it really happened
And it could happen again
Let’s not let history
Ever repeat itself again

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a full month of writing prompts, click here!  A fragrant fog

Sour drop dreams

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Mmmm… scrumptious and smooth
Rolling around on your tongue
Your sour drop dreams
Have only just begun

Juicy goodness
Mouth-watering tang
Sure to cure
Your sugar craving pang

Can you taste it?
So sumptuously sweet and sour
It’s tempting to bite it
And completely devour

It doesn’t get much more
Splendiferous than this
I implore you to share it
With a warm luscious kiss

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a full month of writing prompts, click here!  Sour drop dreams