Phone zombie…

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The notifications are gone
Flags all disappeared
No new email
The silence is weird

Feels almost like
The whole world is dead
As more illogical thoughts
Fill up my head

Maybe I’m crazy
Or so I’ve been told
But the quiet is depressing
When the screen has gone cold

And isn’t that the issue
The problem we all face
Think I’ve become a phone zombie
And it’s such a disgrace

© 2020 Michelle Cook


Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/iphone-template-mockup-mock-up-500291/

 

Disjointed affirmations

12

It’s in these dark moments
When the night is still
I sit quietly, listening for an answer
Even a whisper will do

But like all futile desires
I wait in abandoned apprehension
For I know the likelihood
Is a ruse I dare not believe

And why must I dwell on answers
That I know aren’t really there
It just seems easier
To surrender to defeat

© 2020 Michelle Cook


Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/violinist-fantasy-inspiration-4972270/

Buried

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I try to mask it
But it’s there
Buried deep
But not deep enough
Layers of days
And even years
Piling on top
Pushing it down
Trying to erase
The ugliness
The pain
The absurdity
All the lies
One small dagger
Could put an end
To all the misery
All that I feel
And yet even conviction
Of a self
I hardly know
Could right
All that’s wrong
But doubt stifles
My strength
Yielding both scenarios
Futile and foolish
So I continue
To suffer
In endless silence
Because I fail
To utilize
The power
I myself hold
To change
To make a difference
Even a slight one
But still…
If only I trusted
The outcome
If only I believed
In myself

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Purple Plasma

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I managed to lose him in the purple fog
Against a dull gray view
He’d been sullen all day long
And suddenly withdrew

Without a single cognitive word
His mind trailed away from me
And there he still sits catatonic and drooling
In front of his most cherished plasma sea

© 2018 Michelle Cook



For a month of writing prompts, click here; Purple plasma

Only words remain

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The swirling veil of waking mist
Was swept aside as morning kissed
The sleeping world that lay below
And waking winds began to blow

She felt it in her heart that morn
A sense of smallness so forlorn
And even as the breeze danced round
The life in her could make no sound

With silent scream and wordless needs
On paper blood red ink she bleeds
And heart and soul she bares to all
Each page a brick in hearts cruel wall

And on the world she leaves her mark
As shadows creep in somber dark
Her poignant words all that remain
Evidence of the life she lived in vain


This is another collaborative poem, and this time I had the pleasure of working with Michael from Afterwards.  All of his words are italicized.  Thanks so much Michael, for working on this with me.  I really love how it turned out.  😉