whimsy

The worrywart

~ ~M ~ 38 Comments

Worried about the future
Worried about the past
The worrywart’s worries
Make him such an outcast

He dwells incessantly
On things that bring demise
Every potential threat becomes
Something to analyze

The rest of the world just goes on
Rolling their logical eyes
As the worrywart frets
Becoming panicky and paralyzed

It’s a sight the regulars can’t handle
A disgrace to the sensible ones
But the worrywart still worries
Pleading for help from anyone

And then the worries start to spread
Like a disease that infects the mind
Although the worrier means no harm
The repercussions are still unkind

Then more worrywarts abound
Born of dread and social fear
And life becomes a disastrous mess
As the worries fill every ear

From coast to coast and sea to sea
The endless cycle spreads
And now we’re all just worriers
Wishing we were dead

© 2023 Michelle Cook

*The drawing is my own attempt at creating a worried warthog.  I wanted to do something silly for this one and make it as unrealistic and absurd as possible.  So if you haven’t laughed yet, I guess I’ve failed miserably.  But if you’re at least smiling and shaking your head in disbelief, then I guess I’m doing alright.  😉 ~M 

Write me a poem…

~ ~M ~ 27 Comments

Write me a poem
Express what you will
It doesn’t have to rhyme
Just tell me how you feel

It can be candid or cryptic
Full of love or even hate
Just tell me how you’re doing
I’ll give no debate

The things that you write
Won’t be judged by me
Just say what you want
And set yourself free

Let your words flow easily
Pour them on a page
You might find it helpful
To empty some rage

Whatever spills out
Must come from deep within
And don’t get so frustrated
That you throw them in the bin

Every word matters
The good and the bad
Sometimes this is the only way
To empty all the sad

So please take your time
And tell me how you feel
Be it positive or negative
It’s the only way to heal

You’ll be relieved to have unburdened
What’s been clinging to your soul
It’s the only good way
To feeling happy and whole

© 2022 Michelle Cook

 

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/sunset-rope-swing-girl-silhouette-5737120/

Ignored

~ ~M ~ 48 Comments

Body shocked
every nerve;
this is not
what’s deserved.

Molten lava
flows through veins,
trying hardest
to refrain.

Many questions,
nothing found.
Oh, this strain,
so profound.

Gut-wrenching,
gnawing sadness,
heartbroken,
this is madness.

Neglected now
and evermore.
Guess I’m just
a big fat bore.

© 2022 Michelle Cook

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/flower-road-dandelion-alone-path-1812470/

Who are you on 02/22/22?

~ ~M ~ 13 Comments

Are you a filler or a drain,
a booster or a pain?

Are you a happy kind of bloke,
or the kind people wanna choke?

Are you a friendly, loveable lassie
or labeled as overwhelming sassy?

Do you make people wanna roll their eyes,
or is your demeanor full of cheery surprise?

Do you always get booed at first glance,
or does your presence seem to brighten and enhance?

Are you loved for merely being you,
or do others get disturbed by your view?

Are you able to face the reality of who you are,
or does the truth seem frighteningly bizarre?

© 2022 Michelle Cook

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/throughts-girl-think-female-face-4124438/

From a sliver of a moon

~ ~M ~ 29 Comments

I dangled dangerously from a sliver of a moon
to search the land and silvery seas.
But even with my old trusty telescope,
I couldn’t seem to find you through the trees.

So I leapt onto a gust of westward winds
and sailed away on a stray pink cloud.
And now I’m living on a dandelion petal
doing things I’ve never been allowed.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/girl-firefly-moon-lights-believe-6883721/