thoughts

Sick

~ ~M ~ 18 Comments

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Buried beneath
Your featherbed cover
Feeling so bad
You hope that you’ll smother

Everything aches
You can’t lift your head
You pray for relief
But just wish you were dead

Slinking to the bath
Nothing matters anymore
As you lay there vomiting
On that cold tile floor

You could easily perish
And you’d be thrilled
For it would end what feels
Like your head being drilled

With your eyes bugging out
You pray for mercy
But none of your friends
Offer murder as a courtesy

And you curse their names
For not offering a way out
While your body heaves
And purges another bout

And you decide if you make it
You’ll never speak to them again
Good thing for everyone
Death takes you in the end

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Inarticulate musings

~ ~M ~ 11 Comments

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A million poems
She attempted to start
For him who was there
Deep in her heart

But words could never capture
All she wanted to say
Every heartfelt thought
Seemed to flutter away

And in the end
She despised her mind
For it just couldn’t convey
All she desperately pined

So she gave up trying
Determined to let go
Of all those hidden words
That her heart didn’t know

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Indisputable beauty

~ ~M ~ 8 Comments

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Across the room
There you were
Nothing much
Just a big orange blur

Upon further inspection
You came into clearer focus
Suddenly blooming within my mind
Like a budding crocus

An unexpected delight
You captivated my mind
Why didn’t I notice before?
Why was I so blind?

And I’ve realized now
Just how ignorant I’ve been
For your beauty was always there
Hidden within

© 2018 Michelle Cook

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The wonder of inspiration

~ ~M ~ 28 Comments

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It’s always fun to see
Where we glean our inspiration
Especially during those times
Of wordless frustration

Sometimes it’s a word
A picture or a quote
Or other times it’s simply
What someone else wrote

Often it’s the news
A book or a short story
Which gives us the means
To write our own allegory

There are so many things
Which speak to our souls
A writer’s mind
Is never in control

And even these words
Right here on this page
Have come from a place
I cannot gauge

So I sit and enjoy
My mind’s aimless ramble
It’s something I’ve never
Been able to unscramble

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Word Trollops

~ ~M ~ 11 Comments

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Some people are so free
With the words they say
Seems like they enjoy
Giving everything away

And then there are others
Who aren’t so audacious
They understand the cost
Of being too flirtatious

And still there are others
Who abide halfway
We can’t always tell
What they’re meaning to say

I personally like the ones
Who are somewhere in between
It’s always fun to guess
What they really mean

© 2018 Michelle Cook