Life, will I ever?

Life,
it moves us along
at record speed.

I try to dangle
delicately,
occasionally letting
my feet scrape
against the ground.

And as I swing under
my beloved canopy,
I notice the poor old oak
has seen better days.

Brittle bark scatters
like tarnished snowflakes,
and the bough dips
against the weight
of my sways.

But do I stop?

No, I continue on
in careless destruction,
marring my protector
all while biding my time.

I’m still a child; after all,
I do not recognize
my mistakes;
will I ever?

© 2022 Michelle Cook


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Virginia

In whispers along
those distant easterly winds,
I hear you yearning
from deep within.

A hushed desire,
a shushed thrill,
waiting and wanting
as the cold night stills.

Desperate longing,
so loving and sure,
making all these miles
so hard to endure.

Racing thoughts
as cravings run rampant,
yet suffocated by sheets
where warmth is absent.

The days tick by
while our breasts lay bare,
but dreams they beckon,
flourishing in the air.

Our fantasies morph
into realistic pleasures
and dancing after dusk
is our favorite endeavor.

But it’s there in the shadows
where we truly find our way,
into each other’s arms,
where we strive to stay.

Desperate for one kiss,
appeased by a calming sigh
hidden in our hearts,
all the many reasons why.

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Originally written: June 2020

Nighttime whispers

The past still beckons me,
though my future is clear.
Still, it’s hard to leave behind
all the things we once held dear.

Unfortunately, people change,
and our hearts wail in disbelief.
And those unspoken topics
are the bearers of our grief.

Woeful whispers in the night
tend to fuel my disheartened spirit.
I try to bandage my bleeding heart,
but nothing can ever cure it.

So many things I want to forget,
but there’s nothing I can undo.
So I spend my days looking for ways
to begin my life anew.

Written by, Michelle Cook


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Writing prompt, courtesy of my hubby: Nighttime whispers.

Do you ever feel…

Do you ever feel
like you can’t reach out,
like nobody will understand
what you’re all about.

Do you ever feel
like you don’t fit in,
and you wish you could change
all your thoughts within.

Do you ever feel
like the world waves you away,
as if you don’t matter
like you’ve nothing to say.

Do you ever feel
like you’re doing it all wrong,
and no matter what you try
you still don’t feel strong.

Do you ever feel
like you’re hopelessly lost,
but you still try to continue,
knowing what giving up costs.

Do you ever feel
like a failure or mistake,
going through the motions
even when your enthusiasm is fake.

Do you ever feel
like you just can’t get things right,
but you know you can’t surrender;
not without a fight.

Do you ever feel
like you shouldn’t say a word,
because everyone might think
your words are just absurd.

Do you ever feel
like you hold back all your grief,
and you wish in desperation
for a minute of relief.

Do you ever feel
like nobody will understand,
and you wish for somebody
to come along and hold your hand.

Do you ever feel
like someone should listen,
but at long last, you realize
you are no magician.

© 2022 Michelle Cook


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How you love me

Oh, how you love me,
I can’t even count the ways.
Your waves of love crash over me,
sweeping me along for days.

Your love is like a torrential downpour
in the inky blackness of the night,
and I’m like a moth to a flame
as you flood me with your light.

The way that you love me
is like an ocean pounding against the shore,
and as the years pass by, you leave me
wanting you even more.

You pierce my heart with flaming arrows
whenever you say my name,
and I try to hold back my longing,
but the cravings are insane.

Oh, the way you love me,
I feel it deep down in my soul.
And my heart is at your mercy
whenever I start to lose control.

Your eyes perpetually sparkle
with such naughty-natured bliss,
especially when you lean in close,
ready to steal another kiss.

Your love reminds me of an atomic fireball,
blazing brilliantly across the sky,
and most often, your amazingness,
leaves me pausing in a contented sigh.

I just can’t seem to get enough
of the way you make me feel.
I love the way you love me;
the intensity is real.

© 2022 Michelle Cook


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