We are often known
But we aren’t “known”
And we are often loved
But we aren’t “loved”
And the difference
Makes all the difference
For I think we equate happiness
With the later
© 2019 Michelle Cook
reflections
Washing woes…
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
Bird on a wire
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
Heather pink
Beauty displays herself
In fragrant wisps
Of thyme
During midday wishes
She’s at
Her prime
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Heather pink
Missing you…
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
Sweet dreams
I feel you standing there
Fingers slide across my face
A gentle kiss to my lips
Then you gather me in haste
The moment suddenly shatters
Time barges in, getting in our way
Yet somehow I’d still been convinced
That you would surely stay
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Wide awake
My curiosity
Has been cured
The boundaries
Are no longer blurred
For the truth
Has been revealed
All those illusions
No longer concealed
And I’m better
Than before
Finally happy
For what’s in store
What a difference
A few weeks can make
When you’re finally
Wide awake
© 2019 Michelle Cook
The truth
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?
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…
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
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
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
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…
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
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. 😉
