She was a real tasty candy apple treat
Loved by all the men she’d often meet
Subtly sexy and radiating desire
Just what every man sought, wanted, and required
But there was a secret which she kept hidden
Something about her, so temptingly forbidden
One nip from her and they’d finally understand
Vampires always have the upper hand
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Coffin Candy
Rainy night
Odd streaks of light
Rainbow flecks
Breathtaking effects
Umbrellas rush
Hearts melt and crush
Sprinkles splatter
Puddles shatter
Silver bells
Cast their spells
The moon shines
Revealing signs
Busyness ensues
Amidst stunning views
Nobody sees
The magic in these
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: The sounds of silver lights
I’m thankful for my friends
The ones both far and near
Who always steer me right
When nothing is quite clear
Without you in my life
I know I’d never get through
And the happiness I’ve felt
Is really all because of you
© 2018 Michelle Cook
If success is only measured
By man’s own heart
Than what the hell have we been doing
From the very start
We live each day
Trying so hard to get ahead
And with all this mindless shuffling
It’s a wonder we aren’t dead
We scurry and worry
Then we sigh and we cry
While all along never realizing
We’re really just living a lie
Because this isn’t actually living
It’s not about what we’ve done
At the end of the day
We aren’t even having any fun
Instead we’re torturing ourselves
Frustrated by our lack of gain
Each day is just a wilting effort
Driving all of us insane
We’ll never accomplish everything
And never be all we’d like to be
It shouldn’t take our entire lives
For us to finally see
We’ve got to stop measuring our happiness
By the world’s standard views
And take on the dauntless challenge
Of living a life of a whole new hue
Daring to risk it all
Our regular lives might come with a cost
And yet without even trying to change
We forget we’ve already lost
© 2018 Michelle Cook
*This is what my brain produces at 3 am when I can’t sleep. Lol… Have a great day everyone! 😉 ~M
Writing prompt: Wilting efforts
In the midst of all the insanity we silently wait for hope
The fog has still not lifted
The faces in the crowds are still much a blur
We can’t quite hear the sad song
Twisting and twirling on the cool night air
But we listen so intently that our hearts begin to bleed
We know the song, its angry notes ringing in the night
It’s a lonesome frightful song that never seems to end
Until we realize the shadows are standing in the corners
Watching and waiting
We will never fully understand our fate
The leaves are turning into dust now
Sliding across the patent leather of our shoes
We try to wipe the dust away
But it’s too late
The damage is done
And all is lost forever in that twisting twirling breeze
From beyond that which we do not know or seek
We do not hear those cries that scream out in the night
But oh how we know they are there
Instead, we hide in darkness
Living and hoping that life will give us one more chance
Praying for mercy
We never fully understand the wickedness of our ways
Until the end, we shall never know
Our fate lies within the creases of our hearts
And our destiny is an unwritten page
© 2018 Michelle Cook
*This is one of the first poems I ever attempted to write. I decided to leave it as is, even as tempting as it is to rewrite it. Let us never forget what that day did for this country. It was one of the worst tragic events we have ever faced, but it also brought unity to our nation like none I’ve ever seen. We need to find that again. Let’s not wait for another tragic event to do that; but instead, let’s try to be like that always. We should all be supporting each other and reaching out to those in need every single day. It should be something we do for the rest of lives. ~M xo
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