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?
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
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 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
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
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
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
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. 😉
Tears welling
Sadness dwelling
Heart crushed
And eyes swelling
This is how
I get through each day
Hoping to find
A better way
© 2018 Michelle Cook
How do you do it
How do you send my senses into a tizzy
My heart starts racing
And my head becomes dizzy
How is it this happens
Every time I read what you’ve written
Such simple words
And I’m completely smitten
How do you cause this
These sensations of bliss
I get lost in the thought
Of your smoldering kiss
How enraptured am I
To feel all of these emotions
Saturated by your love
Amazed by your devotion
How blessed I am
By the treasure I’ve found in you
My heart fully appeased
By a love that is true
© 2018 Michelle Cook
I often find
I’ve no words to say
Especially at
The end of the day
But inspiration can
Bring all kinds
Softly nudging ideas
Right into my mind
And I think about some
Who haven’t written
Two months, three days
Since the writing bug’s bitten
And let me tell you
It affects me too
All those words
They used to spew
Now they’ve just left me
Without hardly any hope
It’s the reason I often
Just wanna mope
You see…that’s what
Sadness does
Makes you miss
All that was
And yeah I know
I’m not making much sense
Thankfully dispiritedness
Isn’t an offense
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Originally written; October 2018
I must awaken from my slumber
It seems a torturous spell has pulled me under
And I wonder, can I escape this villainous curse?
What on earth could really be worse?
I’m either wasting time by making that choice
Or blatantly choosing to sleep away my voice
Neither sound very good to me
Could someone please come and pull me free?
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Inspired by the painting, Hendrickje sleeping, by Rembrandt.
I waited and waited
Yet he never did come
Seems my taco telepathy
Had finally been outdone
Apparently he found another
So much prettier than me
And now she’s the only one
He’s been longing to see
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Taco telepathy
Your smile is like a September sunrise
The warmth of it permeates to my very core
And with every amusing expression you give me
I can’t help but want you more
Butterflies appear out of nowhere
Whenever you’re around
And sometimes I’m afraid you’ll disappear
If I dare breathe or make a sound
You’re like a wonderful dream
Seeming too perfect to actually be true
But my hope is that all my September’s
Will now be more resplendent because of you
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: September sunrise
There’s truth to be found
In the most unlikely places
Small hidden kernels
In the most improbable spaces
And to find these concealed realities
Often makes our heads spin
An aha kind of moment
Lets loose from deep within
And it’s sort of freeing
When at last we conceive
All the things we were blind to
The things we wanted to believe
Makes it easier to move on
And let go of the past
To discover new avenues
That may conceivably last
It all starts with intuition
And listening to your gut
For that’s the only way
To determine what is what
© 2018 Michelle Cook
