Juicy jokes and buttered books

I watched the whole lot of them,
the fence line sagging in protest.
Each smoking and joking,
eying up the classics on display.
I found the sight troublesome
knowing how boys will be boys,
and as the cigarettes wore down,
I could see their restless forms
swaggering my way.
Shivers ran down my spine
as the jostling jokers spotted my gaze,
and I tried to shrink into the backdrop,
but the prowling had already begun.
Darts of catcalling
were hurled my way,
each unsettling word,
a dagger to the innocence of my soul.
This act of playfulness reminded me
of how a lion toys with its prey,
and I knew once the hunt began,
anything left of my dignity
would not be spared.
I tried to act inconspicuously,
walking backward
one trembling step at a time.
But then the books I held
began to slide right out of my arms,
and the movement
caused a chain reaction.
Like red-flagged raging bulls,
the whole bunch
began to barrel my way.
Caught in a panic,
I tripped and fell,
but the embedded asphalt
was the least of my worries.
I tried to stand
but realized it was too late,
the pride was already circling,
waiting to pounce.
In the end, my tormentors
were too tough to deter
and all I could do was fight
with bated breath
until my virtue
no longer remained.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Writing prompt: Juicy jokes and buttered books

This is my chosen place

This is my chosen place
here in this footloose space.
My niche where anything goes
cause nobody really knows
.

I can be happy, or I can be sad;
I can be the good girl or even be bad.
And people can only ever wonder
what kind of spell I’m under.

Nobody ever really knows
my story and how it all goes.
I love this unconfined space.
This is my happy place.

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Unacceptable

His words fester beneath the surface,
weary words of disdain and ill repute.
But what can I do,
and how can I be anything more?
For I am just another daughter,
a regret still in the making.
And my existence is a constant reminder
of all he’s ever done wrong.

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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How are you?

There are days when you are close,
but mostly days when you are far.
And sometimes, even the stars
seem to wonder where you are.

This pushing and pulling
due to some odd gravitational force
always leaves me to wonder
if you’ve just gotten off course.

And my soul is forever searching,
looking for a definitive sign,
to show me you’re alright,
in the midst of this decline.

I’m always aching to understand
and know for certain you’re okay,
but it’s difficult to know sometimes
when you’re so far away.

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Where to even begin?

She asks why I don’t write
But the pages are very thin
And I know my heavy words
Would do them all right in

So I hold myself back
Hiding what’s within
And even if I did write
I doubt I’d know where to begin

Perhaps I’m just uncomfortable
Being here in my own skin
It’s so hard to be myself
Because of where I’ve been

I’ve lost a lot of who I am
I think I’ve even lost my grin
But that’s the way life often is
Sometimes we just can’t win

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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The very best kind…

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We talk every day
About nothing at all
Nothing and everything
Depends on your call

We share the world
In tangible little bits
Rescuing each other
From the darkest of pits

We laugh and we cry
To help save our sanity
Sometimes spouting
A smidge of profanity

We listen and encourage
As often as we’re able
Even on the days
When we’re sort of unstable

We know each other well
Heart, soul, and mind
Friends like this
Are the very best kind

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Just thinking…

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I’m thinking about people today,
some of the ones I know
and some I don’t.
And I wonder why there are some,
who never seem to respond,
while others are just so willing
to give everything.
I have days when I can’t speak
because I feel like everything
will just come out wrong.
Do you ever have days like that?
Sometimes I just want
to be alone with my thoughts.
People take a lot out of me,
I often feel their emotions
weighing me down.

© 2019 Michelle Cook


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Pep talk

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Been caught up
in an expeditious experiment
A plethora of knowledge
And facts

These things whirl around me
Senseless things
Meaningless and trivial
Things I do not wish to know

And I struggle with mediocrity
Without the faintest idea
Of why any of this is important
Always falling short of my peers

This newfound lingo
Is just so discombobulating
Piercing my young flesh
With worthless
Uncreative filth

Feels like rubbish
Perpetually seeping in
Corrupting my right brain
Controlling my left
All nonsensical rigmarole
Yet fundamental to my worth

And I can’t see past
all these rudimentary devices
So what does that mean?

Am I somehow less brilliant
Because of my perception
of these uncertain
edifying truths?

Maybe my rationale is slanted
But I happen to think
I’m still somebody pretty great

And I may not ever be a superhero
Or even get a gold star
planted on my chest

But I’m me
and that’s pretty remarkable
I’m amazing! I really am!

© 2019 Michelle Cook


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*Inspired by a little bird named Auti.  😉

The lonely one

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Thinking of you today
and I ask myself this…
How can anyone be lonely
when they have a million friends?
But I suppose it’s more than that
isn’t it?
It’s the foundation
the connectedness
the secret loyalties among confidences.
All these things matter
in order to gauge the true value of a friend.
And sadly
without the right combination
our state of loneliness
is never very far away.

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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