Washing woes…

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I am a slave
To its ring
That monstrosity
Of a thing

It calls for me
Night and day
Happily chiming
In its annoying way

And I wonder
What’s the good
To wish for a life
Beyond motherhood

For I was born to clean
Every mess
And so now
I shall digress

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Waterspout wishes

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Bird on a wire

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Once a bird on a wire
She knew he’d fly away
For this was what he always did
Whenever his world turned gray

And after countless farewells
She finally vacated his space
So tired of his fabrications
And of always being replaced

For it wasn’t worth the heartache
Or even the fight of holding on
So she left him where he’d left her
Until he really was gone

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Missing you…

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I just spent two long hours
Pouring out how I feel
Then deleted all the words
That I wanted to conceal

I was rambling on
And nothing made sense
I feel like everything I say
Is in self-defense

I guess I’m just feeling lost
Because everyone is gone
And most don’t understand
How I’ve felt all along

And so the tears have won again
Like they sometimes do
I guess this is just what happens
When I find myself missing you

© 2019 Michelle Cook

The truth

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I feel saddened by words
Which aren’t meant for me
Seems so often the truth
Hides in what I see

And my heart breaks
For what I know to be true
But my head tells me to ignore it
Now what should I do

Do I blindly let life
Lead me by
Enjoying the naïve view
Right in front of my eye

Or should I care
That the truth is hidden
Behind words I see
So plainly written

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Who am I?

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Who am I?
Some say I’ve changed
But have I?
Or am I merely revealing
Who I always was
Maybe I’m just fed-up
With people not understanding
Perhaps I’m finally breaking free
From always hiding the true me
There seems to come a time
When we can no longer be afraid
To let others finally see
Our true identity

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Just because…

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He knows the exact way
To pull me out
Whenever the world
Doesn’t want me about

He sees me for me
And loves all my flaws
He accepts who I am
There is no hidden clause

He keeps my secrets
And shares his own
Never making me feel
As if I’m alone

He cares for me
In a way nobody else does
And he does it all
Just because

© 2019 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt:  Melted bliss

Silver Sand

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Silver grains of sand
Tickle my fingers
Running straight through
Never willing to linger

And just like time
They empty from my hand
Causing me to wonder
Where every speck will land

Will they become more
Transformed into something of worth
Or will they forever be fragments
Of unembellished earth

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Silver sand

The Edge of Forever

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There she sat
At the edge of forever
Lost in the gloom
Of the shadowy weather

Slumped all alone
In her dismal state
She wondered if anyone
Could possibly relate

Was her solitary life
Always meant to be
If only the answer
She could one day see

Forever seemed too far
As the friendless void imprisoned
No condemnation to pass
This was mostly her decision

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  The edge of forever

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

True beauty is so much more…

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People always seem to get caught up in their outer appearance
Never realizing that the inside is full of so much more brilliance

And if I had a dime for every time somebody believed they were ugly and old
I’d be richer than rich for the lies they’ve believed and been told

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Caught in confusion

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There’s a message
Within the song
I recognize its face
All day long

But I can’t understand
Why it’s there
It seems to have caught me
Unaware

Somewhere a lesson
Will likely be had
Slapping my wrists
Reminding me I’m bad

Until then
I’ll wrestle with confusion
Which a few I know
Will find quite amusin

And in the end
I’ll be back in that room
Breathing in more
Of that cheap perfume

For that’s what this life
Has become
May just guzzle it down
With a bottle of rum

© 2018 Michelle Cook


*Written ages ago and I don’t even remember what I was thinking about at the time.  Just cleaning out the notes section on my phone.  😉  So beware, I’ve got over 200 more notes to look through, and I’m guessing there may be more of these weird ones to come.  😉