Love is all that truly matters…

Love is still loving somebody

Even when that someone doesn’t love you back


Love is forgiving somebody

Even when it seems hopelessly impossible


Love is putting someone else first

Even when it seems entirely unfair


Love is still caring for somebody

Even after being hurt by them


Love is looking for the good in someone’s heart

Even when the exterior seems unlovable


Love is showing kindness to somebody

Even when that same compassion isn’t returned


Love is the only word which has ever truly mattered

And the only word which ever truly will



Written by, Michelle Cook

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Thoroughly surprised

By his unexpected look


A single glance back at him

Was all it really took


A wordless story developed

Which my mind cannot erase


Intentions were quite obvious

By the playful smirk across his face


I waited in anticipation

For what I knew he wanted to do


My heart began to beat faster

As I awaited his familiar cue


The perfect opportunity finally came

It was a moment we could not squander


Then suddenly a knock on the door

“Mommy… will you be much longer?”



Written by, Michelle Cook


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When having a bad day…



Finally out of words she sits all alone

Praying for something pleasant to set the tone

Negative thoughts are all that fill her mind

Not the way she wants to be defined


Written by, Michelle Cook

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Chocolate Fondue



Liquid Ecstasy

Transcendent Euphoria

Melted Blessedness



Written by, Michelle Cook

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The Endless Road



The road is suddenly dusty

My throat feels the effects

It’s getting harder to breath

On this uphill trek


I see somebody waiting

Far up ahead

Yet the road I’m on

Never seems to have an end


The distance is hazy

Only a silhouette can be seen

There’s somebody out there

Who’s waiting anxiously for me


I walk a little faster

Avoiding pitfalls along the way

Never get any closer though

Just seem headed further away



Written by, Michelle Cook


In Over My Head – Jenn Johnson

Beautiful words….  Enjoy! ❤

“In Over My Head”

I have come to this place in my life
I’m full but I’ve not satisfied
This longing to have more of You
And I can feel it my heart is convinced
I’m thirsty my soul can’t be quenched
You already know this but still
Come and do whatever You want to

I’m standing knee deep but I’m out where I’ve never been
And I feel You coming and I hear Your voice on the wind

Would you come and tear down the boxes that I have tried to put You in
Let love come teach me who You are again
Would you take me back to the place where my heart was only about You
And all I wanted was just to be with You
Come and do whatever You want to

And further and further my heart moves away from the shore
Whatever it looks like, whatever may come I am Yours
And further and further my heart moves away from the shore
Whatever it looks like, whatever may come I am Yours

Then You crash over me and I’ve lost control but I’m free
I’m going under, I’m in over my head
Then you crash over me, and that’s where You want me to be
I’m going under, I’m in over my head
Whether I sink, whether I swim
It makes no difference when I’m beautifully in over my head
Whether I sink, whether I swim
It makes no difference when I’m beautifully in over my head
I’m Beautifully in over my head
I’m Beautifully in over my head

My one true love…


You’re with me through my darkest days

Even during times when nobody else stays


You give me hope when I want to give up

There’s nobody else who can measure up


You surround me with your daily presence

And remind me of your timeless acceptance


You bring to mind an extraordinary kind of love

Which is sent to me from heaven above


You’re all I need if truth be told

My one true love worth more than gold


Written by, Michelle Cook

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Car Wash :)

A little bit of humor for hump day… Lol


We drove over the visit Jeff’s brother last Sunday.  We passed a car wash with a sign outside – it said “Best hand job for miles”:)

Jeff nearly crashed the car when he did an emergency stop!!:)

What made it even funnier was when Jeff told his brother – and his brother innocently said “They’re pretty good, I use them all the time”:)

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Back and forth the vicious cycle continues

As she fades a little more with each passing day

There’s one welcoming day of sunshine

And yet the next is dull and grey


She can’t keep up this façade much longer

Clearly as she shivers in the cold

Blankets cover her weary body

Yet their warmth it does not hold


She desperately wishes for knowledge

A firm answer for this unwanted grief

Yet time still manages to elude her

Running away with the essence of relief



Written by, Michelle Cook

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“Choices define us, while mistakes teach us.”  ~M


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magic forest


Mystifying manifests of seemingly unreachable proportions

Ascertaining the existence of a world unbeknownst to most

Glimmering foresight of majestically splendid ethereal beings

Insightful dereliction’s unleashed in cataclysmic proportions

Conjecture of a belief that shimmers abundantly in the dark

Alighting a lost pathway to unfurled knowledge and wisdom

Luminescent fluctuations of inner life dancing spontaneously     


Written by, Michelle Cook

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The clouds are falling…



The clouds begin to slump

Against the piercing blue sky

Capturing my attention

They begin to gather and cry


Soon their tears encompass

The radiant unsuspecting land

Saturating the meadows

With the swipe of an invisible hand


Lightening appears

And the ground begins to shudder

Frozen from the icy cold

I soon begin to stutter


Nothing can distract me

From what my eyes behold

As the blueness of the sky

Changes to an angry sort of gold


Even the glint of an approaching bolt

Cannot sway my decision

And the storm begins to mock me

With near perfect precision


Compelled by unknown forces

I stand in awe of the illuminating sight

Bewitched by the spectacular view

I gaze in pure delight


The stunning light finally reaches me

Left unconscious by the fateful blow

Carried off to an impressive heavenly realm

To a place one can never outgrow


Written by, Michelle Cook

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Believing lies…


Even when I feel alone
I know you’re always there
And today I was reminded
Of how much you really care

I’ve been telling myself lies
Believing every single one
Yet today you stepped in
Reminding me of all you’ve done

Why is it so easy
For me to forget who you are
Is it because I can’t see you
The way you really are?


Written by, Michelle Cook

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Third Day – Revelation

I was fortunate enough to see Third Day in concert before they became a well-known band.  They were opening for Michael W. Smith on the night I saw them and I haven’t stopped listening to them since.  Today has been a bit frustrating; I had a vague idea of what I wanted to write about and yet the words just aren’t flowing.  This song started playing tonight as I was getting ready to attempt to write for the hundredth time today.  So I’ll leave you with this amazing song, which contains the kind of words which I wish I had been able to write myself.  May all of you have a very blessed day!  ~M

My life has led me down the road that’s so uncertain
And now, I am left alone and I am broken
Trying to find my way
Trying to find the faith that’s gone

This time I know that You are holding all the answers
And I’m tired of losing hope and taking chances
On roads that never seem
To be the ones that bring me home

Give me a revelation
Show me what to do
Cause I’ve been trying
To find my way
I haven’t got a clue

Tell me should I stay here
Or do I need to move?
Give me a revelation
I’ve got nothing without You
I’ve got nothing without You

My life has led me down this path that’s ever winding
Through every twist and turn, I’m always finding
That I am lost again
Tell me when this road will ever end

Give me a revelation
Show me what to do
Cause I’ve been trying
To find my way
I haven’t got a clue

Tell me should I stay here
Or do I need to move?
Give me a revelation
I’ve got nothing without You
I’ve got nothing without

I don’t know where I can turn
Tell me, when will I learn?
Wont You show me where I need to go?
Let me follow Your lead
I know that it’s the only way that I can get back home

Give me a revelation
Show me what to do
Cause I’ve been trying
To find my way
I haven’t got a clue

Tell me should I stay here
Or do I need to move?
Give me a revelation
I’ve got nothing without You
I’ve got nothing without You

No, oh no, oh no
Oh, give me a revelation
Oh Lord, oh no
I’ve got nothing, now, without You
I’ve got nothing, now, without You

Past life



There once was a girl

Who grew up poor as a peasant

And although she didn’t have much

She was never unpleasant


She realized at a very young age

That life wasn’t always clear

So she tolerated those who laughed at her

Allowing them to snicker and sneer


She adhered to her faith

Even in moments of tribulation

And tried numerous times to forget

Her disparaging frustrations


As the years passed

She made friends with the downtrodden

For she knew in her somber heart

What it was like to feel forgotten


She cherished every friendship

And sought to rid her companions of pain

Yet with so much evil lurking in the shadows

Those friendships did not remain


Sometimes she looks back now

And wonders why life was so unfair

Yet she realizes each life is different

And so she tries not to compare



Written by, Michelle Cook

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Be my hope…



When I’m lost and far from home

Fill my thoughts with you alone


Remind me daily of who you are

Teach me to never stray too far


Keep my focus ever on you

Show me what is right and true


Stay with me till the bitter end

Be my hope my one true friend



Written by, Michelle Cook

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The cost of free will…


You used to be enough

Now something has changed

My heart feels broken

My life rearranged


Can I pick up the pieces

Find every last one

Can you finish in me

The work which you’d begun


I’m tired of feeling lost

And I’ve searched everywhere

But no matter how hard I try

You just don’t seem to be there


I’m losing this battle

Defeated by my very own will

There’s nothing left inside me

This is just how I feel


I seek you night and day

Giving everything I’ve got

Still it always seems

As if it’s all for naught


I wonder if we will ever have

The relationship we once did

Or perhaps my unrighteousness

Is just too much to forgive



Written by, Michelle Cook

There are times when we can feel so separated from God.  It can seem as if we will never be able to find him again and yet these are the lies which the enemy wants our hearts to believe.  Never forget the truth… Jesus is always there waiting for us to return to him.  Nothing can ever separate us from His love.

Romans 8:31-39 (NLT)

Nothing Can Separate Us from God’s Love

31 What shall we say about such wonderful things as these? If God is for us, who can ever be against us? 32 Since he did not spare even his own Son but gave him up for us all, won’t he also give us everything else? 33 Who dares accuse us whom God has chosen for his own? No one—for God himself has given us right standing with himself. 34 Who then will condemn us? No one—for Christ Jesus died for us and was raised to life for us, and he is sitting in the place of honor at God’s right hand, pleading for us.

35 Can anything ever separate us from Christ’s love? Does it mean he no longer loves us if we have trouble or calamity, or are persecuted, or hungry, or destitute, or in danger, or threatened with death? 36 (As the Scriptures say, “For your sake we are killed every day; we are being slaughtered like sheep.”) 37 No, despite all these things, overwhelming victory is ours through Christ, who loved us.

38 And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. 39 No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.


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Keep Making Me – Sidewalk Prophets

I love how music can really uplift and encourage us, especially when we are going through tough times.  This song has been on my mind all week and the words seem to be exactly what I need to hear right now.  I hope this song will speak to your heart and be a source of healing and inspiration as it has been for me.  Love you guys!  ~M  ❤


Make me broken
So I can be healed
‘Cause I’m so calloused
And now I can’t feel
I want to run to You
With heart wide open
Make me broken

Make me empty
So I can be filled
‘Cause I’m still holding
Onto my will
And I’m completed
When you are with me
Make me empty


‘Til You are my one desire
‘Til You are my one true love
‘Til You are my breath, my everything
Lord, please keep making me

Make me lonely
So I can be Yours
‘Til I want no one
More than You, Lord
‘Cause in the darkness
I know You will hold me
Make me lonely


The Narrow Path



The narrow path is often lonely

Leaving no room to fall astray

Its tightly winding curves

Keep me safe along the way


Occasionally there’s an open meadow

Filled with frivolity and fun

The glen within becomes a game

A new adventure has begun


During those rare moments

I often want to stay

Within that open field

Where I am free to go my way


Unfortunately it’s those instances

Which can cause me to lose my sight

For without the narrow path which keeps me safe

Nothing really seems to go right


So I try to stick to that narrow way

The path laid out just for me

And even though I’m distracted from time to time

That narrow path really sets me free


For because of its existence

I’m always assured that in the end

That I’ll find my way safely

Around those narrow bends



Written by, Michelle Cook

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Corruption of the heart…


There’s a tragic game people play

Which often leaves a chill in the air

It’s an icy reflection

Of the very nature and existence

Of the human heart

It doesn’t take much to see

Someone’s true colors

Some are warm and inviting

Others are cold and insensitive

We often become

That which we despise most of all

For our hearts are easily corrupted

By the energy which surrounds us

It’s a painful process pulling free

From the grip of so many suffering souls

Their burdens become our own

We become slaves to agony and grief

Which others continuously endure

This repetitious cycle

Is virtually indestructible

Causing the light in our own hearts

To easily become extinguished

The consequences are eerily frightening

Creating empty vessels

Which ultimately bring forth

More suffering and pain

And inevitably we become

What we despise most of all

And the enemy wins because of it

Every time…



Written by, Michelle Cook

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You have to let go

Of those you love


Sometimes as hard as it is

To say goodbye

It’s really for the better


Sometimes people don’t even realize

How much better off they are without you

Until you allow them the freedom to see it for themselves


Sometimes we selfishly

Hold onto people

Who were never meant to be ours in the first place


Sometimes we forget

That other people are involved

And are getting hurt as well


Sometimes we just have to

Realize our mistakes

And right our wrongs the best we can


Sometimes it hurts

To be brutally honest

With someone we care about


Sometimes you can feel

As if you’ll never be the same

Because your heart is breaking

At the thought of losing somebody

Who was such an important part of your life


Sometimes there’s just no other choice…


Sometimes that’s just the way life is…


Sometimes life can be completely unfair…



Written by, Michelle Cook


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I want to be…


I want to be the girl

Who makes you want to live for tomorrow

As you begin each new day


I want to be the difference

Who brings meaning to your life

Whenever you have doubts


I want to be the pages

You look forward to reading

As you sip your morning coffee


I want to be the one

Who causes your heart to skip a beat

Every time we’re together


I want to be the only person

Your heart longs for

When you look up at the stars at night


I want to be the joy

Which fills your life

And cause endless smiles to brighten your face


I want to be the love

Which consumes your heart

Making you feel as if you’re the only person who exists


I want to be your dream

Your wish

Your everything…


Because this is what you are to me  ❤


Written by, Michelle Cook

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Closing the Book



I’ve waded knee deep

In a river of tears

Time to let go

Done with those years


Also relinquishing

The here and the now

As each day passes

I’m figuring out how


I know I don’t require

All I once thought

So I’m giving up the fight

For things I once sought


Fully guarding my heart

From what isn’t there

Finally closing the book

Since I’d rather not care


Written by,  Michelle Cook

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The Invisible Savior

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With outstretched hand He came for me.

Like a thief in the night to set me free.

This time no thief did prey, He had come to save the day.

In unbelief, my hand reached out, trying to see what this was all about.

What had happened, where could I be? Why was it so hard to see?

Rain and sleet covered me from head to toe, I was so cold and didn’t know where to go.

The outstretched hand reached deep within and pulled me out to safety once again.

Weary, but without loss of limb, I was helped to the road and then the lights went dim.

I tried to hold on, to the calmness of His voice, but all at once I had no choice.

Soon I awakened to sounds of alarm, everyone wanted to know who had pulled me from harm.

The “hand” was all that I could mutter and then I realized that I was lying in a gutter.

It took me awhile to eventually see, all that had really happened to me.

The rain and sleet was all an illusion, the blood and glass were the final conclusion.

Everyone wondered how I had managed to survive, the outstretched hand was all that kept me alive.

One thing is certain of that very day, the accident happened to show me the way.

Never again will I doubt, what real living is all about.

The outstretched hand had come for me, and now with joy in my heart I am truly set free.

Written by, Michelle Cook

Dedicated to: Sam Mall, who inspired me to write this poem.  This is about Sam’s true life account of how God rescued him.



An ugly word
Opposite of love
Cruel and spiteful
Bears judgement
Never fulfills
Corrupt and vile
Manipulates the mind
Insincere and wicked
Destroys lives
Ruins hearts
Selfish in reasoning
Unfairly accusing
Loves only self
Chooses hate
Culminates insecurity
Demeaning and evil
Eliminates hope
Sacrifices nothing
Murders the soul

Written by, Michelle Cook


Philippians 2:3-4 (NIV)

Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others.

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Hawk Nelson – Words

This is my hope, that more times than not, the words spoken on my blog will point you to Him…  The One who guides my heart and hopefully guides yours as well.  😉  Love you guys! 


They’ve made me feel like a prisoner
They’ve made me feel set free
They’ve made me feel like a criminal
Made me feel like a king

They’ve lifted my heart
To places I’d never been
And they’ve dragged me down
Back to where I began

Words can build you up
Words can break you down
Start a fire in your heart or
Put it out

Let my words be life
Let my words be truth
I don’t wanna say a word
Unless it points the world back to You

You can heal the heartache
Speak over the fear
(Speak over the fear)
God, Your voice is the only thing
We need to hear
(We need to hear)

Words can build us up
Words can break us down
Start a fire in our hearts or
Put it out

Let my words be life
Let my words be truth
I don’t wanna say a word
Unless it points the world back to You
(Back to You)

Let the words I say
(Let the words I say)
Be the sound of Your grace
(Sound like Your grace)
I don’t wanna say a word
Unless it points the world back to You

I wanna speak Your love
Not just another noise
Oh, I wanna be Your light
I wanna be Your voice

Let my words be life
Let my words be truth
I don’t wanna say a word
Unless it points the world back to You
(Back to You)

Let the words I say
(Let the words I say)
Be the sound of Your grace
(Sound like Your grace)
I don’t wanna say a word
Unless it points the world back to You
(Back to You)

Words can build us up
Words can break us down
Start a fire in our hearts
Or put it out

I don’t wanna say a word
Unless it points the world back to You

A love like this…


In his loving arms
I gently lay
Resting quietly
At the end of the day

He holds me close
Wipes a tear from my cheek
His infinite love
Is what I seek

A love like this
Is rare and true
Sought by many
Yet far and few

This love is more
Than worldly passion
Specially made
Designed and fashioned

A treasured gift
Created just for me
And It’s only him
My heart can see

Jesus… He’s everything to me…

Written by, Michelle Cook

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Couldn’t stay away…

Well I’m back blogging again, quicker than I expected.  After the news I received today, I feel like I can’t just waste my time feeling sorry for myself.  I am facing a physical battle right now, which has caused me to think seriously about my life and what I should be doing at the moment.

Whenever we’re faced with something that could possibly take us from this world, I think most of us generally start taking life a little more serious.  We often straighten up and start acting the way we should, because we realize that we may not have much time left to leave a lasting impression on this world.  And don’t we always hope that when we finally do go, that we will leave a good impression?  Well, I certainly do… and I feel like I need to live out my God given purpose in this life, because I know it’s what I’ve been called to do.

Taking yesterday off from blogging just about killed me.  I still wrote a poem, I still journaled, and I also wrote a trillion other things that just needed to escape my brain.  Now that I think about it, I probably wrote more yesterday than I normally do.  Most of it isn’t anything I would ever share with anyone, but it was good to have a day to write about how I was feeling and just kind of let it all go.

Writing for me has become very therapeutic and I’ve realized that without sharing it with all of you, it sort of takes away some of the fun of writing in the first place.  I don’t have a crowd of people at home that I can talk to, and so you guys have really become like family to me.  It’s normally very quiet here, but after yesterday…  I realized how quiet it really is, and how truly lost I would be if I didn’t have all of you to talk to here on WP.

So with that said… this regularly scheduled program of “putting my feet in the dirt” is back.  I just want to say one more thing before I end this post; please don’t be too concerned about my health.  I know I’m in good hands.  Jesus has saved me from so many terrible situations in my life already, and I know this is just another one of those times which I will get through.  Have a very Happy 4th of July weekend and don’t stop living the life that God has called you to live.  He has a plan and a purpose for every single one of us.  Find your purpose and live it!

Love, ~M  xo

Saying goodbye…

This is a really tough day for me and I hardly know where to begin.  I have been struggling with so many issues over the past couple of years and last night they all came crashing down on me.  Right now, I feel hopeless, lost, and completely out of sorts.  I have been doing everything in my own power, trying to hold on to the tiniest bit of hope, and yet that last bit of hope finally escaped my grip last night and I wanted to completely give up.

I wanted to give up everything and I wanted to forget everyone.  As the night progressed, I finally just spilled everything I had been holding onto for so long.  All the pain that’s been bottled up inside of me, all the disappointment, all the regrets.  All of it came out and my heart felt like it shattered into a million pieces.

Still today, there does not seem to be any relief after all that was discussed.  Everything is still a complete mess and I can’t imagine how any of it will ever be resolved.  The hurts run too deep, the pain seems to be more than I can bear, and I don’t feel like I will ever recover.  I have alienated too many people from my life, tried to forget everyone and everything for so long now.   And because of it, I feel like I am left with this huge hole in my heart.

In the process of trying to forget everyone, I seem to have forgotten who I am too.  I feel as if I can’t change any of this and cannot seem to mend what’s been broken.  I have allowed things to go too far, to get too out of control and my health is declining as well, which I know is completely my fault.

I have debated for months now as to what I should do, and after last night and just how close I was to giving up completely, I feel like I need a break to figure things out.  As hard as this is, I have decided to give up blogging.  I am not sure if this will be permanent or temporary, my brain can’t think that far ahead.  But for now, I just need to get my head and my heart in sync with one another and figure things out.

I am closing comments on my blog and may be deleting my social media accounts as well.  I will leave my blog up for now, but may remove it in the future.  I wish the best to all of you and I hope that you will be happy in your lives and always put God first.  Without Him we are nothing, and you will go down this barren road like I am right now if you don’t put your hope and trust in Him alone.

Love you all so much and I will really miss you.  ~M  xo



Oh the blessed joy
That comes with this age
Still a fine looking book
Mild creases on each page

This is the age
When silver strands appear
You won’t always notice them
As your eyes aren’t as clear

It’s rather strange
When your belly starts to jiggle
This is one of those nuances
Which doesn’t make you giggle

Being this age
Can sort of make you sad
When you think of all the things
You could have done or had

And yet forty definitely has
Its good points too
So many opportunities
A million things left to do

You’re not quite over
That fateful hill yet
So keep living life to the fullest
Leaving no room for regrets

Written by,  Michelle Cook

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Is anybody there?


Empty green grassy field

The world went quiet today

So intense was the response

My ears rang in desperation

The sound was deafening

Leaving me searching

For any sign of life at all

By the end of the day

Hardly a noise was found

Just the beat of my heart

Collapsing once again

The tone of isolation

Permeated the atmosphere

Left wondering once more

If life really does exist


Written by, Michelle Cook

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Change of Pace


Words escape my worn out mind

They flutter lifelessly towards the floor

Reminds me of maple seeds in the fall

Twirly birds I think they’re called

Tired is the only word I own right now

This word seems to be sticking with me today

Arms and legs feel heavy

Eyes just won’t focus

My body could be mistaken for a ton of bricks

Keep telling myself…

Wake up and enjoy the first glimpse of summer!

Still my body won’t cooperate

As it has a mind of its own right now

Leaves me to sit and wait

Somehow it will eventually change its mind

And hopefully sooner than later

I’ll be released from its firm grasp

Which keeps me from doing

All the things I love


Written by, Michelle Cook

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Red – So Far Away

Let these words touch your heart the way that they’ve touched mine.  He is always there, even when we feel so very far away. ~M


“So Far Away”

I am right here with you
I couldn’t be more close
Pretending that I’m in this moment,
When I’m only a ghost

I listen to the words you’re saying
Words I’m fighting to believe
It’s like I’m living from a distance
When you’re out of reach

I wanna feel it,
When I mean it,
When I say it,
Can you hear me at all?

And I feel so far away, far away from everything
Outside wondering when I got lost
I threw my arms up in the air, why do I disappear
How can your love be so close
When I’m so far away?

Remember when you found me drowning
You pulled me from the deepest end
I promised that I’ll never leave you
Now I’m drowning again

It’s killing me with every breath
Witnessing the life I lived
Only you know who I am
I’m reaching out my hand

I wanna feel it,
When I mean it,
When I say it,
Can you hear me at all?

And I feel so far away, far away from everything
Outside wondering when I got lost
I threw my arms up in the air, why do I disappear?
How can your love be so close,
When I’m so far away?

I’m so far away [x5]
Yeeeah yeeeeah

And I don’t wanna waste time
Living a half-life
Are you listening?
Now give it back to me!
I remember everything
The way it used to be.
Yeah give it back to me
Yeah give it back to me
I hear your voice
But inside I’m lost.

And I feel so far away, far away from everything
Outside wondering when I got lost
I threw my arms up in the air, why do I disappear
How can your love be so close,
When I’m so far away?

I’m so far away
I’m so far away

He is always there…



“God in true form cannot be seen and yet somehow we know that He is always there.”  ~M


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The Underground


Plunging into darkness at the speed of light

Beneath the ground she struggles and fights


Screaming to be released from this terrible place

A look of anguish streaks across her face


Tortured by the regretful deeds of another

She begs for mercy yet still gets pulled under


No escape from this vicious attack

The enemy seizes her as she turns her back


Begging for freedom for her chains to be broken

Her savior does he hear the words she’s spoken?



Written by, Michelle Cook


This song really reminds me of how God accepts us no matter who we are or what we’ve done.  We are forgiven and we are given new life through him.  Never give up!  ~M 


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“Be a positive light in the world, it may be the only one anybody ever sees.”  ~M


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Wordless Wednesday

They say a picture is worth a thousand words…


I think this more or less sums up my week.  Oh well…. here’s to hoping next week is better! 




Shall I give up

Finally give in

Never gonna succeed

Certainly never win


Everything seems futile

Nothing seems real

Hopelessly lost

This is how I feel


Tomorrow will come

As it always does

But today I’m different

In what I’ve become


Can’t repair

This broken life

So much unhappiness

Inundated with strife


What to do

A decision to make

May be the last chance

Can’t make a mistake


Giving up seems easy

Giving in seems weak

Could make a difference

Use this time to speak


Choices in life

So hard to decide

Especially when life

Brings an uneasy ride


Change of mindset

Could do the trick

Foolish thoughts

Mustn’t stick


Can’t let everything

Get me down

Life’s too short

To wear a frown



Written by, Michelle Cook

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Thank You Dear Brother


Thank you my wonderful dear brother

For your surprise call today

Connected by heart and soul

You always know just what to say


I love you to the moon and back

Miss you more than I could ever express

Just want you my sweet dear brother

To find your true love and happiness


Though were miles apart as usual

You’re always in my thoughts and prayers

Never could I ask for a nicer brother

One who always reminds me that he cares



Written by, Michelle Cook

A dream that I will never forget…

Time to repost…. A much needed reminder for myself.

Putting My Feet in the Dirt


I dreamt this dream so very long ago that the exact date escapes me, but here goes my best recollection. I believe the dream came to me in 2005 and it was at this time in my life when I was suffering through a spiritual battle that had been waging war over my soul for fifteen long years. The battle was now reaching its climax and I would either defeat this battle or lose everything in the process. Little did I know that this dream would serve as a turning point in my life. Here is what was going on in my life during the years that led up to this dream…

Without my knowledge, but as I would come to realize later, the Lord was fighting alongside me every step of the way. I fought him daily and searched for answers to my questions in the darkest of places…

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Is it real?

Kissing you still causes a tingling sensation

Which travels all the way down to my toes

Leaves me feeling blissfully happy

Always yearning for more as you know


After all these years do you feel it too

The euphoria of such an intimate act

Or have you grown accustomed to my everyday touch

And feel like you can no longer react


I never grow tired of what we have

Or how amazingly good you make me feel

But sometimes I wonder if it’s all just an act

Or if your love for me is truly real


Even though we’ve been together forever

I know how tiresome some years have been

And along the way we’ve had so many times

When we’ve kind of had to start again


So tell me do you really love me

Like you promised you always would

I want us both to love each other

The way we really should



Written by, Michelle Cook

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Oh happiness…


Oh the pleasure of happiness

Cannot easily be defined

It’s a feeling you often get

When someone is very kind


It can leave you feeling giddy

Inattentive and unaware

Because you’re so filled with wonder

It often makes people stare


The excitement you’re flooded with

Is often a rare occurrence

Which makes a person hopeful

For an everyday reassurance


Happiness for me

Is a state of satisfaction

Which causes a distinct smile

As an immediate reaction


It often takes a bit of time

To find happiness where you are

And yet when it finally comes

It can be strikingly bizarre


Still have yet to define

Such an extraordinary word

And the feelings that it brings

Can be quite absurd


I am however quite convinced

Of at least one thing

That love can fully be captured

By what true happiness can bring



Written by, Michelle Cook

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Disastrous Diet




Time for me to say farewell


Haven’t been feeling very well


Going to go lie down for a spell


Seems I’m looking rather pale


Think I’ve eaten too much kale


This disastrous diet is a huge fail



Written by, Michelle Cook


*Fortunately…. I’ve recently switched to eating whatever I want; just eating less, and I’m doing much better!  Lost 9 lbs!  Lol…..  😉

Funny Friday



“She may not have buns of steel anymore, but at least she’s got a heart of gold!”  ~M


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The sun is halfway asleep

Shadows on the walls

Have been creeping along

All glorious day

Time has surely escaped me

Once again it’s quiet here

Practically dead quiet

With the exception of

The occasional scream

From that of a delighted child

One who’s obviously been poisoned

By an unhealthy amount of sugar

Please don’t judge me

I try to limit her

Honestly I really do

I said no to Cheetos at lunch

And yet somehow

Without my knowledge

She has once again

Snuck a bit of candy for herself

It’s odd though

Even with children

Causing a ruckus

I still feel completely alone

And to top it all off

There’s two ginormous dogs

Just snoring away

At my feet

While I write

Then there’s the air conditioner

Working overtime

On this ninety degree

One hundred percent humidity

Fun filled day

Making a whirring noise

Which is almost

Lulling me to sleep

The hum of a mower

Off in the distance

Can also be heard

And the sound of this keyboard

Clicking and clacking

Pounding against my head

Which is already

Screaming for mercy

Yet I consider this

This to be dead quiet

I suppose for me

This is what quiet is



Written by, Michelle Cook

If I never write again will you remember?



If I never write again will you completely understand?

Will you remember me as that sweet girl from a faraway land?


If I never write again will you give me the benefit of the doubt?

Will you remember what these written words have mostly been about?


If I never write again will it really even matter to you?

Will you remember me like an unforgettable dream or will I be forgotten too?


If I never write again will you promise not to be sad?

Will you realize all the words I’ve written for you and try not to be mad?


If I never write again will you think about what I’ve shared?

Will you remember me telling you how much I’ve always cared?



Written by, Michelle Cook

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Hiding Behind Negativity


Laughing it off

Still the negativity flows

Pretending it doesn’t matter

So that nobody knows


Can’t possibly share

What he faces each day

Maybe if he keeps it hidden

It will just go away



Written by, Michelle Cook

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Lord I Need You…


Lord I need you to get me through this

There’s nobody else that I can ask

Only you have the understanding

To get me through this tiresome task


Lord I need you to stand beside me

Please be with me through it all

There’s nobody else I know better

Or can think of in my life to call


Lord I need you to watch over me

Guide me as I go through my day

Remind me that you’re here beside me

And please speak to me when I pray


Lord I need you to help me right now

I cannot get through this all alone

It’s you I long for in this shattered world

I’m so tired of living life on my own


Lord I need you to hear me

And please tell me what I should do

Nobody else is listening to me

And I know I really must rely on you



Written by,  Michelle Cook


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Males who’s philosophy

Revolves mostly around sports

As if there’s nothing better to do

Except watch the game of course


This behavior often frustrates me

And leaves me out of sorts

Sorry but I really do loathe

Most of the popular sports


Wouldn’t you rather

Be outdoors hiking away

In a fantastical forest

Where elves sometimes play


Or maybe get completely lost

In a really good book

If you’d only try it once

I’m sure you’d be hooked


This is just my girly rant

For this rather dull day

The only thing I felt like

I really wanted to say


Please don’t be offended

If you’re this kind of guy

I understand you love sports

I just can’t comprehend why



Written by, Michelle Cook


*Please don’t hate me for this…  I give all of you permission to make fun of my mystical forest fantasies and my crazy obsession with books.  Can we still be friends?  And yes, if I was a guy, that would be me in the aquamarine shirt holding the books.  Lol…  😉

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Always Missing You


Tears erupt

As we kiss goodbye

I watch you leave

With a heavy sigh

All this time

Spent apart

Leaves me with

An aching heart

Pondering why life

Has to be this way

I miss you so much

When you’re away

Yearning for the future

To see you more

Just have to wait

For what’s in store


Written by,  Michelle Cook

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Exhausted is the way I constantly feel

Fed up and tired of always feeling ill

Annoyed by this continuous run-down state

Days such as these I really do hate

Can’t do much if you’re plain worn out

And all I want to do is sit here and pout

Why can’t my body just simply comply?

Instead I sit here all day and sigh

Trying to be a good sport about it all

But honestly I feel like I’ve hit a wall

If this is the beginning of getting old

I’m so excited to see what else will unfold! 

Lol….  😉


Written by, Michelle Cook


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“Always post your best selfies on Facebook or Instagram, otherwise you never know what kind of picture will end up on your obituary.”  ~M


*I know this is a horrible thing to say, but the thought did recently cross my mind after seeing some recent obituaries.  Seriously… make sure you have a decent photo laying around that can be easily found.  Just saying… If you gotta leave, at least go out looking good!  😉


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At a loss for words…


Struggling today

For the words to write


My mind is putting up

An awful fight


I guess I’m just

Not quite myself today


Feeling like there’s nothing

Left to say


Unrealistic expectations

Blur my vision


Faced with dispiriting



Not every day

Can be as I want


Time to refocus

Overcritical thoughts


Written by,  Michelle Cook


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Distract me


Distract me with your kisses

Anything to eliminate this surging pain

I’m in need of your gentle caresses

So I don’t completely go insane


Give me something else to focus on

Send me to a place far away from here

Won’t you please distract all of my senses

So I’m not driven mad with tears


Save me from myself

And rid my body of this misery

Distract me with your everlasting love

So I can be set free


Distract me with your warm embrace

It’s the only thing that really works

Unhinge me with your love

And take away everything that hurts



Written by, Michelle Cook


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I write for you…


I write with the hope

Of bringing you a smile

Anticipating that you’ll linger here

Once and awhile


I write these words

So often just for you

There’s really nothing else

I would rather do


I write everyday

To show you how much I care

Sometimes I wonder

If you’re even aware


I write these words

Which come straight from my heart

Hope they’ve been speaking to you

From the very start



Written by, Michelle Cook  ❤

Is there someone?

Is there someone you cannot forget?

A person you loved deeply without regret.


Is there somebody who still lingers in your heart?

They always have from the very start.


Is there a sense that this person is ever near?

A lovely face smiling in a distant mirror.


Is there a longing which just won’t relent?

When you remember the days you often spent.


Is there a way to go on and forget those years?

Without finding yourself crying a million tears.


Is there any way to completely move on?

When you dream of them every day from dusk until dawn.


Is there a cure for a saddened soul?

When life has surely taken its toll.


Is there a way to recover from despair?

When the person that caused it isn’t even aware.



Written by, Michelle Cook


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There you are… Once again…


Life always seems

To drag me down

Turning my smile

Into a disruptive frown

And yet there you are

In the midst if it all

There to catch me

Whenever I fall

Discouragement plagues

My everyday life

Leaving me feeling tired

And full of strife

And yet there you are

Once again

Taking away my pain

Just as it begins

You send your angels

From heaven above

And wrap me completely

In your abiding love


Written by, Michelle Cook

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Onward, Christian Soldiers



United we faithfully stand

Compelled to defend

Our cherished land


The sacrifices we continuously make

Are never once

Considered a mistake


The heartfelt bond we share

Is forever steadfast

And beautifully rare


Brothers and sisters marching together

Enduring every kind

Of destructive weather


We fight to the cold bitter end

Never leaving behind

Our trusted friend


Loyalty and valor have become our way of life

We stand together

To prevent further strife


Believing in the cause because love is what it’s about

We aim to conquer our enemies

Without a single doubt


Our strength comes from the light we carry inside

Faith is our freedom

The God of heaven is our guide



Written by, Michelle Cook


To all of my brothers and sisters in the armed forces… thank you for your loving sacrifice to this country and for helping keep the peace throughout the world.  The world is a safer place because of you.  ❤


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“Love can lead us to heartbreak and yet it can also lead us to heaven.”  ~M


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The right one for me


Thank God you love me

For who I am

I’m blessed beyond words

That you completely understand

Nobody else can seem

To figure out our connection

And I just want to wrap myself

In your endless love and affection

The world can be cruel

And say we’re not right

I dare them to judge us

And cause a huge fight

Because with you by my side

I’m happy as can be

It really doesn’t matter

What the world thinks they see


Written by, Michelle Cook


Dedicated to my daughter Amy and her fiancé Stephen.  Don’t listen to the world… just listen to your hearts.   ❤

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Just a girl who tried to be somebody


She tried her whole life

Just wanted to fit in

But no matter how hard she tried

She just couldn’t win


People unfairly judged her

They always called her poor

They looked at her from the outside

Never seeking more


Much older now

Nothing has really changed

People still discount her

Assume she’s just plain strange


She’s come to figure out

Most have never been aware

She’s been dying inside

And nobody seems to care


This unfriendly realization

Has taught her to live each day

Hiding from the judgement of others

Because of the hurtful words they say


The world goes on without her

They seem happier anyway

She’s completely done trying

There’s just no other way


Written by, Michelle Cook

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It Had To Be You


All my life

I searched for you

Then one day

My dream came true


I saw you from across

A crowded room

Little did I know

We’d be married soon


The way you smiled

Made my heart skip a beat

I wondered for a moment

If I could even compete


Finally all doubt

Flew out the door

As I recognized it was you

I rather adored


I can’t put into words

How I finally knew

Somehow I just realized

It had to be you


Written by, Michelle Cook

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Hits me like a ton of bricks


One of Satan’s famous tricks



By many a close and trusted friend


In this cruel world we cannot depend



Never to be considered of very much worth


Feelings of nonacceptance since the day of my birth



Reality sinks in and fuels my defenses


Heart swallowed completely by false pretenses


Written by,  Michelle Cook

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Writing in Pajamas

If you’re a writer, this will make you laugh. I must admit, I can very much relate to this! Lol…. Living in your PJ’s is the best way I know of, to be comfortable and keep the creativity flowing.

Myths of the Mirror

pajamas Peach pj’s on the line

I just spent 5 days editing without changing out of my pajamas. It seemed a good time to share an old guest post I had the honor of contributing to Seumas Gallacher’s wonderful blog. Thus…Writing in Pajamas.

To me, flannel pajamas are symbolic. Whenever I get the chance, I wear them all day, and in case you were wondering, I’m pj-clad as I type this post.

In my mother’s generation, all-day pajamas indicated a mortifying degree of sloth. Pinch-lipped gossips would roll their eyes toward heaven, conjuring images of beer before breakfast, dust bunnies, and soap operas. If a woman wore pajamas all day, she certainly didn’t chair the holiday bazaar or volunteer at the library. Her kids lacked appropriate moral supervision and, no doubt, roamed the neighborhood like hooligans. Never mind her neglected spouse nibbling TV dinners after a long day at the plant.

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Office Update


Now that I’m back from vacation, I figured I should give all of you an update on the progress of my office.  All I can say is… I’m glad it’s finally finished!

As some of you probably remember from last month, I decided to paint a tree on my office wall in hopes of having a more cheerful writing space.  The entire project only took about a month to complete and I only worked on it when I had a few hours to spare here and there.  The hardest part was waiting for the paint to dry in-between coats.  Each leaf took an average of four coats of paint.

I have never painted anything on a large scale like this before and found it to be quite tedious and very challenging at times.  My original outline of the tree had to be redrawn; as I wanted the branches to be able to stretch over to another wall, and my first attempt just didn’t bring it close enough.

Overall I’m happy with the outcome.  I think it will be hard to leave behind my tree when we eventually move.  I’m already thinking ahead of what I might paint in my next room.  Anyway, here’s the pictures… sorry about the quality, the camera on my phone takes horrible pictures.  At least it gives you an idea of how my writing room finally turned out.


My office before the makeover.  So boring…..


Painting the background after roughing in the basic outline.


Starting to take form…


Bare bones…


Finally some color!


All finished!


So glad to finally have a place where I can shut the door and have some peace and quiet while I write. :)


False Friendships


False friendships plague my door

Leave me never wanting more

Many aren’t genuine and true

If they are it’s rare and few

Why does the world have to be this way?

Can’t people just be honest in what they say?

Time for me to close false doors

Haven’t the time for it anymore


Written by, Michelle Cook


Just been thinking about some of the people in my past who I once thought were my friends, but really weren’t.  I’ve had very few true friends in my life.  I cherish the ones I have now, more than I can even say.  I rarely become close friends with anyone anymore; it’s just become too hard to let anyone get that close to me.  All I can say is… cherish the true friends you do have.

As Robin Williams used to say…

“I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.”



Emptiness settled in

Churning the remnants

Of a crushed heart

Gasping for air

She slid further

Down the black hole

Beaten and abandoned

Nobody realized

Completely forgotten

Ego filled pride


The cold stagnant air

Her emotions

Toyed with

Left to disintegrate

Defeated by him

The one who now ruled

Her pitiful lifeless soul


Written by, Michelle Cook


Domestic Violence Statistics

  • Every 9 seconds in the US a woman is assaulted or beaten.
  • Around the world, at least one in every three women has been beaten, coerced into sex or otherwise abused during her lifetime. Most often, the abuser is a member of her own family.
  • Domestic violence is the leading cause of injury to women—more than car accidents, muggings, and rapes combined.
  • Studies suggest that up to 10 million children witness some form of domestic violence annually.
  • Nearly 1 in 5 teenage girls who have been in a relationship said a boyfriend threatened violence or self-harm if presented with a breakup.
  • Everyday in the US, more than three women are murdered by their husbands or boyfriends.
  • Ninety-two percent of women surveyed listed reducing domestic violence and sexual assault as their top concern.
  • Domestic violence victims lose nearly 8 million days of paid work per year in the US alone—the equivalent of 32,000 full-time jobs.
  • Based on reports from 10 countries, between 55 percent and 95 percent of women who had been physically abused by their partners had never contacted non-governmental organizations, shelters, or the police for help.
  • The costs of intimate partner violence in the US alone exceed $5.8 billion per year: $4.1 billion are for direct medical and health care services, while productivity losses account for nearly $1.8 billion.
  • Men who as children witnessed their parents’ domestic violence were twice as likely to abuse their own wives than sons of nonviolent parents.


Statistical data found at:  Domestic Violence Statistics

For anonymous, confidential help, 24/7, please call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-7233 (SAFE) or  1-800-787-3224 (TTY)

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The Narrow Escape


Delirious from the injections they continually dosed her with, she lay in a hazy fog in a room not much bigger than the bed she was lying in.  The room was completely bare; all potential threats removed.  Night and day, all she could do was stare at a blank white ceiling and try to imagine herself somewhere else.  Nurses came and went, checking on her every thirty minutes.  Most were uncaring and oblivious of her plight, and yet there was one nurse in particular who seemed especially fond of her.

Tonight she was confronted with a new face.   A surly woman with a tight grey bun marched into the plain room.  The woman looked as if she could do a fair amount of damage when met with any kind of obstinance.  Susanna didn’t dare take such a risk and instead lay there on the bed, willing herself to look as uninterested as possible.  The woman went about her business with military precision and then finally made her way over to Susanna.  She abruptly announced that they would be moving Susanna back to her original room and that she was to be strip searched and partially sedated during the process.

Without warning the needle was forcefully thrust into her arm, as if she were merely some sort of animal being injected out of obligation.  The nurse then demanded that she stand up at once and proceeded to shed her of her clothing; in the process the nurse stripped Susanna of her dignity as well.  After being thoroughly violated, she was ordered to put on a threadbare robe and given a few seconds alone.  The nurse then headed into the bathroom to complete the remainder of her tasks.  This brief moment was all Susanna needed, as she realized that the door to her room had been left ajar.  Now was her chance to finally escape the confines of this prison, which had held her captive for longer than she could even remember.

In a flash she flew out of the room and headed for the emergency exit.  The door flung open and the brisk icy cold air met her head-on.  It was the middle of the night and the ground was blanketed with a new fallen snow.  A full moon hovered eerily over the old brick asylum; causing Susanna to shiver more from the fear she was experiencing than from the wintry weather itself.  Her senses told her that she needed to run for her life and yet she stood there for a moment contemplating where she should go.  The hospital was surrounded by a dense forest which was nestled in the valley of a widespread mountain range.  Off in the far distance, Susanna spotted a large clearing atop an imposing hill.  An old boarded up mansion could be easily seen; seated at the top of an icy snowcapped peak.  Without hesitation, she decided to run for the large estate and hoped that she would be able to find safe refuge there.

She ran as fast as she could, not even daring to look back.  Yet as she continued her trek through the foreboding forest and eventually up the massive hill, an eerie sensation came over her.  It was if somebody was right next to her and yet when she turned to look, nobody was there.  She felt the strong presence of at least one person, maybe even two; yet none could be seen.  The drugs were starting to take full effect and she begin to feel dizzy and disoriented.  Trying her best to shake off the feeling that she was being followed, she neared the grand house and realized for the first time just how enormous the place really was.

The mansion looked to be hundreds of years old and because of its current decrepit condition the thought of going inside filled her with panic and dread.  With no other choice, she continued up the icy slope hoping to find a way inside.  The house was built in such a way that it teetered on the edge of a cliff with its backside almost level with the peak of the hill; thus Susanna was able to easily climb onto the snow laden roof.  She then proceeded to a small window where she was able to peel away one of the boarded up shutters that led to the attic and then she slid herself down into what appeared to be a child’s playroom.

The room was dimly lit and to her great surprise, a little blond boy was standing at a small table, playing with his train set.  He wore blue knickers and suspenders to match and turned to look at Susanna inquisitively.  She motioned for him to keep quiet and his blue eyes smiled back at her.  He seemed pleased by her presence and yet the next thing she knew, the little boy suddenly vanished into thin air.  Startled by his sudden disappearance, Susanna began to look for a place to hide.  During her thorough exploration of the large room, she was able to find a small wall panel hidden behind a chair.

Susanna immediately pried off the wooden panel to explore what was behind it.  It appeared to be nothing but an old storage area and the space seemed so cramped, that she didn’t think there would be any way for her to fit into such a tight space.  The more she pressed against the boxes that blocked her way through, the more she realized that what looked like a small confined area was really just the opening to a much larger room.  The boxes were easily pushed aside and Susanna then crawled quickly into the dark dusty space.

After carefully setting the panel door back into place and pushing the boxes up against the opening, she crawled as far back into the room as she could.  As her eyes began to adjust, she noticed a large pile of old ripped up sheets.  She decided to cover herself up as best she could and hope for a positive outcome.  Unfortunately the sheets didn’t cover her up completely and before she even had the chance to find another place to hide, she heard several people come into the attic.  There were many loud voices talking all at once and echoing footsteps made their way nearer to her hiding place.  After Susanna’s eyes adjusted a little bit more, she noticed another room off to her right.   Since it was far too late to go exploring the other room, she laid as still as she could and waited to see what her fate would be.

It wasn’t long before the wall panel was noticed and the searchers made their way into the dark musty room.  Susanna watched silently as each person crept closer to her.  Once the other room was noticed though, most of the searchers headed there; realizing that it was probably a better place for somebody to hide.  There was one person that remained in the room with her.  She could tell by the sheer size of the person’s silhouette that it had to be a man.  Holding her breath for fear of being heard, she said a silent prayer that her presence would go undetected.  The man ventured back toward where Susanna lay; crawling on his hands and knees and feeling his way around in the pitch black room.  She could see his shadowy figure getting closer and heard his breathing becoming strained from the dustiness of the room.

All of a sudden, the man came across Susanna.  She could feel the sensation of his hands as he seemed to notice the softness of her body which was hidden beneath the thin sheet.  Susanna couldn’t seem to be still another moment and found herself foolishly adjusting her leg.  She knew without a doubt that she had been discovered.  The man was now practically on top of her and so she did the only thing that she could think of; she covered his mouth with both of her hands and let out a hushed “Please…” Surprisingly he didn’t utter a single word and instead began to relax his body on top of hers.  After looking at him closer, she realized who the man was.  It was one of the nurses that had taken care of her at the hospital.  He was the only nurse who had ever been kind to her.

Susanna lay there as still as she could; slowly removing her hands, she then stared straight into the man’s eyes.  A look of understanding passed between them, and somehow she knew that she could trust him.  As they lay there in the dark, neither dared say a word.  Susanna could hear the others leave one by one, their voices trailing off in the distance; some mentioning the window which she had forgotten to close.  It was quite apparent now that they knew she was here.  She wondered what would happen to her if she was caught.  She had heard awful tales of those who didn’t cooperate being taken someplace and never seen or heard from again.  And yet here she was, with at least a small speck of hope literally laying right on top of her.  She hoped that somehow they would both escape.


Written by, Michelle Cook

Based on a recent dream…

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The Saga Continues…


The thrilling saga continues

Another exhilarating chapter unfolds

It’s a rather fascinating story

One that never quite grows old


This journey through the passage of time

Brings about moments of unexpected pleasure

Traveling to secret faraway places

Uncovering the remnants of forgotten treasure


Reveling in the incomprehensible mysteries

Of what assumably still remains hidden

Loves curse ignites a smoldering fire

One that’s unquestionably forbidden


A tale of unrivaled passion

Leaves its mark upon a once wounded chest

Plans are devised to linger longer

In the midst of a cruel and fated test


The earth erupts and shatters

Causing the anticipation of the end

And from this clear vantage point

A new chapter questionably begins


Written by, Michelle Cook

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The Daily Post/Writing Prompt – Saga



“Sadly enough… in the end, it’s often the ones who are constantly trying to save others, who cannot even save themselves.” ~M

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My Heart Awakens

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 My heart awakens

As I behold the beauty of a flourishing spring meadow

Velvety emerald carpet leaves me feeling nostalgic

And wildflowers blanket these old familiar fields

I lay in peaceful repose under a touchable blue sky

The sun kissed breeze reaches out affectionately

Gliding an invisible hand across the serene pasture

A brook whispers to me from somewhere off in the distance

Lulling me to sleep by the lovely words it so gently murmurs

Before long I’m engulfed in a fateful lucid dream

Carried far away to an intriguing place I’d long been yearning to visit

Lost in the reality of an experience which consumes my withdrawn soul

My burdens are finally lifted and my spirit soars free

In the presence of the one who has captured and occupies my wistful heart


Written by,  Michelle Cook

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Light of the world



“The light of the world cannot be extinguished and yet it seems darker than it’s ever been.”  ~M


So keep your light shining!  💫


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To Rescue a Prince


She tried to save him

She really did

But the more she tried

The more he hid

And in the end

She felt so sad

He eventually ran away

With a lily pad


The moral of the story… Don’t chase frogs!


Written by, Michelle Cook


*A silly poem I know….  inspired by my vacation to Disney World. :)


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How’s your frame of mind?


“Change your attitude, change their attitude.”  ~M


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Enveloped in the depths of your soul…


Enveloped in the depths of your soul

I lose all rational thought and control


Yearning to stay in your arms forever

I can’t get enough of you when we’re together


My heart beats faster as you whisper in my ear

The only thing I want is to pull you nearer


My mind races and I can’t catch my breath

Dying in your arms would be the perfect death


Written by, Michelle Cook

Writing prompt by, My Poem Blog – Enveloped in the depths of your soul… Part 2 of 2.

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First Kiss

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Fireworks burst forth

Across the starry night sky

As cool gentle breezes

Whisper and sigh


Jittery hands reach out

To caress and carefully hold

Affections begin to pique

And love suddenly unfolds


A mere crush on a boy

Becomes something more

As starry-eyed young lovers

Go ahead and explore


An innocent first kiss

Sends thrills of the heavenly kind

Promptly causing the world

To be completely left behind


Written by, Michelle Cook

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Show and Tell


“Showing is better than telling.”  ~M


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Words come straight from the heart…


There’s no better compliment for a writer, than when somebody reads their work.  I honestly don’t even mind if somebody doesn’t particularly like what I’ve written.  Just the fact that they’ve read it and have taken the time to tell me that they have; that’s the best feeling in the world.  The words a writer writes, come straight from their heart.  So the reader is literally holding a piece of that persons heart, while reading such a person’s words.  It doesn’t get much more intimate than that.  ~M

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Unfathomable Treasures


Ever longing for the calming brilliance

Of the radiant ocherous colored rose

Her inviting sunset complexion

Is always a resplendent sight to behold


Eternally dreaming of the heavenly scent

Given off by the easily blemished ivory gardenia

Her delicate petals loathe the slightest touch

And yet she freely shares her intoxicating scent


Perpetually yearning for the consoling assurance

Of the velvety blushing carnation

Her impeccable celebrated pink ruffles

Are exquisitely formed and everlasting


Infinitely languishing the uniqueness

Of the extraordinary snapdragon

Her sophistication brings inspiration

To those who revel in her individualism


Forever grateful for the abounding beauty

Of the earth and the splendor which she reveals

Her mysterious treasures are abundantly scattered

Enjoyed by all who care enough to acknowledge her


Written by, Michelle Cook

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Why God Created Men



“God created men, so that women would always have a little bit of heaven by their side.”  ~M


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Friends Forever


Little girl

Blond hair blue eyes

Living the happiest

Days of her life


For right beside

Is her very best friend

A young boy

Of almost ten


Dangling their feet

At the end of the pier

Just happy to know

The other is near


Spending each day

Climbing trees

Too much fun

To notice scrapped knees


Riding bikes

All over town

Smiling and happy

Never sharing a frown


Now side by side

Near the river’s edge

Each silently makes

A forever pledge


For he’s her hero

And she’s his muse

Both something to the other

Neither wants to lose


Friends forever

Never to part

Lucky to have each other

From the very start


Written by, Michelle Cook


Writing prompt/MyPoemBlog – Juxtaposed with you.

Genuine love…


“Showing genuine love for another, brings it back to you.”  ~M


We’re Never Promised a Tomorrow


Will this be the last thing I say

Before I drift away?


For we are never promised

A tomorrow.


Time is not our friend

Nor will it ever be.


At least not in this life.


And maybe for some…

Not even in the next.



Written by, Michelle Cook

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Featured Writer – Ashley Moss


I’ll Be Your Angel

When you’re alone and feeling blue,

When you don’t know what to do,

When you need a friend to talk to

and you’re wondering who,

Because I have problems too,

I’ll be your angel.

I’ll be your angel in the heat

of the night.

When you don’t have the

strength to, for you I’ll fight.

I’ll be your angel when the

world seems cold.

When you come to my heart

broken, your hand I’ll hold.

I’ll be your angel.

I’m not dressed in robes

 of white.

 Yet, I’ll be a pillar of strength

for you.

I don’t have wings, and am

not always right.

Yet, I’ll inspire hope in


I don’t have a halo, that’s


Yet, I’ll pray for you.

Whenever you’re feeling

down, give me a call.

I’ll catch you if you fall.

Because I believe in you,

I’ll be your angel.


Written by, Ashley Moss

For more inspiring poems, please visit Ashley and download her free poetry e-book.
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My Best Memories of Her


Reading books at bedtime

Was the very best part of my day

She nurtured me and loved me

And taught me how to pray

Sometimes she’d sing songs to me

All in her very best voice

She sang those songs beautifully

As my little heart rejoiced

I remember visits to the parks

Where she’d push me on the swings

Days like that we’re filled with fun

And oh… I had so much energy!

Long walks on the beaches

Inspired my deep love of the sea

She’d take my hand as we’d walk along

And I was as happy as I could be

Now that I’m much older

Those memories have started to fade

I miss those precious moments we shared

Back in life’s more innocent days

I don’t get to see her very often

Yet fond memories still abide in my heart

I’m grateful that someday in another life

We will never have to be kept apart


Written by, Michelle Cook


Love you so much mom… Have a very Happy Mother’s Day! ❤  xoxo

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Time for a vacation


Just wanted to let all of you know, that I won’t be around much over the next couple of  weeks.  I’m taking some time off to go soak in the Florida sun.  I probably won’t have the opportunity to read many blogs while I’m away, but I’ll do my best to catch up with all of you when I get back.  I’ve scheduled posts for the duration of the two weeks that I’ll be gone, but I probably won’t be able to respond to comments right away.  Just know that I’ll be missing all of you and I plan to be back around mid-May.  Take care and I’ll be back soon!  ~M

Thoughts of you…


Thoughts of you envelop

The depths of my abiding soul

A thousand words go unwritten

Merely waiting to be told

A lifetime isn’t enough

To explain to you how I feel

Life is just all too short

For these pages to be filled


Written by, Michelle Cook

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Writing prompt – MyPoemBlog – Enveloped in the depths of your soul… Part 1 of 2.

Dancing in the Clouds


Dancing under

A moonlit sky

Images of forever

Meander by


Loving caresses

Tease her skin

Capturing her heart

From deep within


Lost in his embrace

Away from the crowds

Feels like they’re dancing

In the clouds


Written by, Michelle Cook

Love this video… This is one of my favorite songs and includes scenes from one of my favorite movies, “The Notebook.”

I thoroughly enjoyed all of the suggested writing prompts from several days ago and I would like to offer everyone another chance to have a poem written about a prompt of their choice.  So if you have a writing prompt that you would like to share with me, please leave it in the comments section below and I will choose at least one of them to write a poem about  Thanks!  ~M


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Writing prompt – By, Dorinda Duclos -Dancing in the clouds.


I woke to find

The world remade

As I realized I’d fallen

For his sweet serenade

Now beneath the covers

Wrapped in pure bliss

Anxiously awaiting

Another gentle kiss


Written by, Michelle Cook

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Writing prompt – by, D. Wallace Peach – I woke to find the world remade.

Lead Me


Spirit lead me

Like only you can


Help me to listen

And understand


Walk beside me

Through my busy day


Show me how

To find my way


Sometimes I don’t know

What to do or say


I need to remember

You’re just a prayer away


Spirit lead me

Like only you can


Help me to trust

And understand


Walk beside me

As I figure things out


Show me how

To overcome all doubt


Sometimes I don’t know

What to do or say


I need to remember

You’re the only way


Written by,  Michelle Cook

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The Dash Button – Why? Just why???


So I was recently on Amazon, fiddling around with my settings and exploring all that Amazon has to offer, when suddenly I came across, “The Dash Buttons.”  At first I had no idea what these were; I had never heard of them and thought to myself… what newfangled gadget do we have here?  Well, it seems that for the amazing price of just $4.99, (plus free shipping if you are a prime member), you too can have one of these strange awesome little gadgets.  I know what most of you are probably thinking…. What the heck is a Dash Button?  Well, for all of you who haven’t heard of these nifty little gadgets, let me tell you…

amazon-dash-button-1024x576The Dash Button is a device that allows you to order common household items which you may be running out of.  So for example, let’s say you’re running out of paper towels, trash bags, etc.  You simply press the button on the device and it automatically reorders the product for you through your Wi-Fi signal.  I started thinking, what’s next?  Milk, eggs, cereal?  Will we eventually be able to press a button for just about anything we need and suddenly a hover craft will appear and leave the items at our door?  The capability is certainly there….  I am not only amazed, but a little scared to be honest.  Reminds me of the old cartoon “The Jetsons.”  All the Jetsons had to do, was simply press a button in their kitchen, and out would come their food.  I always loved that cartoon… I’m simply amazed though, are we finally getting to the age of the Jetsons?


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Dash Buttons on Amazon

Featured Writer – The Starlit Octave Band


Where the ocean meets the sky

To me, who’s deep drowned in the sea
Water’s turning green
You know I, my vision sees
The sin

To I, who’s hit the bottom of ocean
In a slowly hitting motion
Breaking all my bones
In mine

Common, let me save my life
Common, let me, rejoice
Common, let me go up to the sun
For its time for the homerun

Common, let the wind and the tide
Give me, the better ride
Where the ocean meets the sky

Where the glory is if you haven’t
Broken all the rules
Why the braveheart stands still
Like a lazy golden goose

Where the time is tide
And so my life
Is a wild race
Go and win, and be unchanged to embrace the change

Common, let me save my life
Common, let me, rejoice
Common, let me go up to the sun
For its time for the homerun

Common, let the wind and the tide
Give me, the better ride
Where the ocean meets the sky

All I need, a little help
A note to myself
Where are you oh my dear
Are you ready to change?

All I say the golden words
Go up to the Sun
For the sky was the limit of the past
Now its time for homerun

Common, let me save my life
Common, let me, rejoice
Common, let me go up to the sun
For its time for the homerun

Common, let the wind and the tide
Give me, the better ride
Where the ocean meets the sky


Written by, The Starlit Octave Band

For more inspiring poems, please visit:  The Starlit Octave Band

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The moon summons me

To its glistening aura


I’m left rapturously transfixed

By its mesmerizing effects


Blue and purplish hues of brilliance

Send shivers down my spine


Lost in an illumination of colors

Which transcends all reasonable thought


The frontier of this vast realm

Overwhelms and seduces me


Star clusters wink from afar

Knowing and whispering my name


Distant galaxies bewitch me

As cool breezes caress my skin


I’m left distracted and perplexed

My present surroundings blurred


This once tiny speck of a world

Now lost in a forgotten dream


The universe captures and possesses

My ever longing heart


I’m left euphorically flooded

With light and love


Eternal bliss reaches out to me

Then cradles my weary soul


Written by, Michelle Cook

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My Poem Blog prompt – The moon summons me to its glistening aura….

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Raging River


The river rages

As the rain pours down

Weaving its way through

The small deserted town


The wind fiercely howls

Its bellowing gale

As violent currents erupt

Then rapidly sail


Droplets dance freely

Over the endless waves

The surface of the water

Ever turbulent and grave


Written by, Michelle Cook


After discovering so many great prompts throughout the week and writing poems about some of them, I’ve decided to give everybody a chance to get involved and share their writing prompts here.  So if you have a prompt that you would like to share, please leave it in the comments section below.  I will then chose one of the prompts and write a poem about it.  Thanks everyone!  I look forward to seeing what you come up with!


My Poem Blog promptDroplets dancing on the surface of the river.

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Her Fortress of Solitude


Plagued by daily thoughts

Of disorganized whimsy

She’s forced to relegate to a chair

That’s tattered and flimsy


Shoved into her hand

Is a warm cup of black tea

In the other hand a pen

And a notebook on her knee


Sipping the day away

With an intense look of determination

Sometimes random smiles appear

Others times grimaces of frustration


Secretly she knows

The story which she’s telling

She only hopes that others

Will one day find it compelling


Carried far away

By all of her imaginative thoughts

She fervently scribbles down words

Ever assessing the plot


Biting her lower lip

She stares out the window

Very carefully considering

Who will be her hero


Time ticks away

And she’s oblivious to the passing hours

All she can think of

Is who she’ll entrust with superpowers


Every decision must be impeccable

And scrupulously thought out

She’s knows there cannot be

Even the slightest bit of doubt



Written by, Michelle Cook  ☕


My husband calls my writing chair, my “Fortress of solitude.”  And so this poem was born, with that thought in mind.  

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The Daily Post/Daily Prompt – Solitude




Masquerading through countless days and nights

Appearance faithfully veiled from those in sight

Shroud of exquisite lace hides her radiant allure

Keeping her beauty untouched and forever pure


Written by, Michelle Cook

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The Daily Post/Daily Prompt – Mask

I believe in you…


Forget all that you’ve been taught

And rid your mind of all negative thought


You’re amazing in every possible way

What more does a person have to say?


Caring, thoughtful, genuine, and true

Anything else you’re believing, is just untrue


I believe in you like the sun believes in the rain

So stop believing all the lies, they’ll only bring you pain


When you’re having all of your usual doubts

Just look to heaven to figure it all out


And remember this…


The devil, he wants you to believe in his lies

When will you wake up and realize?


Written by, Michelle Cook 💛

May Book Prompts

Thank you Sarah! Such a great idea…. just might do some of these! 😊

Heartstring Eulogies

You know how all the famous authors out there always say that writers need to write every day if they’re going to evolve and continue to improve their craft? They’re right.

There’s things like National Poetry Writing Month and National Novel Writing Month that exist to help people with this very issue. To help push us writers to write, write, and write some more. It trains us to make writing a part of our daily routine.

But then again, sometimes we run into snags and find ourselves unsure of what to write. That, my friends, is writer’s block. Sometimes all we need is a little bit of direction to get those creative juices flowing.

That’s why Mah of MahWrites (instagram @emotionally.inconstant) and I have teamed up to give you a whole month worth of prompts. For the entire month of May, a book title will serve as the prompt…

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Lovers Lane


Antique weathered lamp posts

Radiate their warm glowing hue

Each one casting inky shadows

Upon those unobservant few


There’s a slight scent of rain

Hovering on the velvety breeze

While loves pure essence lingers

Amongst the silvery moonlit trees


Lovers stroll along the shadowy pathway

Each captivated by amorous thoughts

Lovingly sharing words of affection

And whispering forget me nots


Emotions surge as fingers are laced

Each one enthralled by the other

Never before have they felt this way

Except towards one another


Written by, Michelle Cook


I have so many memories of long walks with my grandmother, and on every walk, she would sing old songs like this one.  I think the song, Singing in the Rain was her favorite.  I really miss those walks with her.  This particular song came to me while writing this.  Gotta love Doris Day…

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The Daily Post/Daily Prompt – Whisper

Fellow blogger down…

Blogging friends,

I have just recently learned that one of our blogging buddies, Teresa Smeigh (Tessa) is facing some serious health issues right now.  She is really in need of our encouraging words and prayers right now, in order to get through everything that she is currently facing.  Would you please send her a note of encouragement and let her know that you are thinking about her?  And if you’re the praying kind… please uplift her in prayer as well.  Thanks everyone! ~M


Here’s her contact info…



Or she has a contact form at :

Always A Writer

What kind of friend are you?


“A true friend meets you at every crossroad.”  ~M


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Featured Writer – Frank Solanki


Let Me Read You The Morning News

So happy, so happy, so happy was I
The flowers bloomed while the birds flew in the sky
And everything seemed to be in its place
Wide smile on every child’s face
And they sang and danced in a tune
Like they always do when it’s June
To let the folks jump and croon
It seemed the rains had come a tad too soon

When was the last time? I can’t remember
Maybe back in January or late December
That everybody was feeling so high
And not a single face with a sigh
No poet, I think, could ever write
And describe such a beautiful sight
Even if one were to stay up all night
And try and try with all its might

Why would anyone step out of bed
And not stare out of the window instead
And dream and dream and dream away
On such a lovely summer’s day?
But as happy, as happy, as happy as I could be
And with a cup of coffee next to me
I picked up the morning news to see
Just what it had in store for me

And I read and read about the world
A war was declared and bombs were hurled
Thousands of lives had been washed away
But the print read like any other day
I wondered, I wondered and began to think
The world, it seemed was on the brink
And I dared not to take another blink
For my heart had just begun to sink

And I turned a page just to find
A thousand other things that disturbed my mind
Children playing with real guns
And others dying of starvation
Rich folks flaunting their polished cars
And drinking champagne in fancy bars
And what good is life and water on Mars
When they never found a cure for scars?

Fans killing each other over a game
A sweet angel born without a name
A man killing his friend in a brawl
Economy and currency in free fall
Does not the editor owe me an apology
For ruining my day so cruelly?
Or is there something wrong with me?
Or is it just the way I see?

I guess we all look differently at things
Truth enlightens some; some it stings
When peace and quiet is there to choose
We decide to pick the morning news
Maybe I could not open my eyes to see
The truth, the facts and reality
Someday it will set me free
Till then I’ll wait for the answer and let it be


Written by, Frank Solanki

For more inspiring poems by Frank, please visit his blog at: Frank Solanki

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Borrowed Heart


I borrowed your heart for a day

I desperately needed the time away

And although there wasn’t much to say

You listened and cried with me anyway

Now I can only hope and pray

That eventually I will find my way

Thanks for lending your heart for a day


Written by, Michelle Cook

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The Daily Post/Poem prompt – Borrowed

Is he really the one?


 “A man who remembers the little things.  The seemingly unimportant nonsensical things.  The things that make you, well… you.  Trust me… he’s the one for you!  Anyone else… is just playing with your heart.” ~M


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The Allure of Spring


Tender blushing blossoms

Daintily seated high above

Flaunt your sweet fragrance

From windswept boughs of love


Show us your splendor

Fill the breeze with your perfume

Delight the wayfarers

Who linger in admiration of your bloom


Tantalize the bees

As they buzz to and fro

Give up your nectar

As delicate winds smoothly flow


Tempt us with your beauty

Never rescind your allure

Captivate our weary hearts

May your winsome loveliness endure



Written by, Michelle Cook


*The above photograph is of a China Rose, who happens to live in my front yard.  Her beautiful blossoms inspired this poem.  ❤


The Drudgery of Life


Overflowing laundry basket

So very tired

Struggling for life

Wrestling with the battles

That come as a housewife


Energy lacking

Both in body and soul

Longing for the moment

When dreariness won’t control


Waiting on the day

For the drudgery to end

Future strength needed

Or life will never begin


Everyday failing

To stick with the plan

Feeling as if fading

Can anyone understand?



Written by, Michelle Cook


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What do you see?


“I am completely captivated by those who take notice of the inconspicuous and delight in what they find.” ~M


Prisoner of Life

Depressed Man Sitting On The Bench


She sees how tirelessly

He works every single day

She never feels like he takes

Enough time to play


Life is often short

Which both can clearly see

So she wishes she could rid him

Of his chains and set him free


She notices his brilliant mind

Always hopeful for something more

She feels his frequent pain

As he’s confronted by yet another closed door


He doesn’t even realize

How wonderful he really is

Heart of pure gold

He never stops wanting to give



Written by, Michelle Cook

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Her Writing Haven


She sits and she thinks

In a wardrobe that’s all hers

It’s the only quiet place in the house

Where nothing else stirs


She frequents this secretive place

As often as she can

Tucked away in the corner of a house

Where it’s too cramped to stand


As time ticks away

She often loses track of the hours

Falling under the spell of magical words

Which seem always to overpower


This tiny little space

Has been sort of a blessed haven

Especially in dismal times

When her heart has been quite heavy-laden


As confined and as insufficient

As this writing area really has been

It has allowed her to share things with others

Which were deeply held within


So as difficult and challenging

As her restrictive closet has remained

She dares not say an ill word about it

And would never think to complain


Her profound love for writing

Is what she cares most about

And that’s the complete honest truth

Without even the slightest bit of doubt



Written by, Michelle Cook

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The Daily Post/Daily Prompt – “Closet”

Featured Writer – Paper Stars and Blue Honey Poems


The Writer

Writings along the walls

Writings along the roads

Words pouring out of the people around her

Letters simply buzzing by in the air

Nobody saw them

Except for one

The one called

“The Writer”

The Writer took these words

And put them onto paper

She took them

Stroked them

Took care of them

And they took care of her in return

Like a crazy cat lady

She had thousands of them

Each of them she knew by name

The people of the town

Knew not of these words

They saw the air around them

They saw bees buzzing

Saw the trees swaying

But words never spoke to them

The words didn’t speak to anyone except for The Writer
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A Day Away…


A Day Away…


Coffee firmly gripped

I fly past all the shops

Eager for a day of freedom

Wondering where I should stop


I see a faint glimpse

Of my favorite bike store

I just cannot resist

The urge to explore


Once thoroughly enticed

With all I would love to buy

I wave my hand high in the air

And leave with a deep sigh


The day is not yet over

Still so much left to do

So I pedal over the steep hills

Just enjoying the view


Eventually I’m led

To a beautiful quiet place

Where I sit and I think

About life and God’s grace


I pull out my journal

And my ever trusted pen

I begin to write my heart out

On the pages within


I’ll treasure this day forever

Wish this memory didn’t have to end

Yet tomorrows a new day

Another adventure to begin



Written by, Michelle Cook 💛


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Favorite Artist – Leonid Afremov

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“People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, ‘Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.’ I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.”

~Carl Rogers

Painting by, Leonid Afremov (Favorite Artist  ❤)  Check out his website!



Who is this I see…

The one

Staring back at me

Blurred picture

Such an ordinary fixture

Quite insignificant

A forgotten participant

Nothing more than normal

Always drab and informal

Easily missed

Does she even exist?

Written by, Michelle Cook

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Discover Challenge – Identity

The Battle Belongs to Him…



Stand your ground

Don’t give in

Never let

The enemy win


He tells us lies

Always in disguise

When will we

Even realize


Luring us in

For the final kill

Using yet another

Regretful cheap thrill


Face him boldly

With your fists

Make every attempt

To resist


Laugh at his tricks

Look him straight in the face

Don’t let yourself

Become a disgrace


Pull yourself together

Don’t let him win

Your maker has taken away

All of your sin


So when temptation comes calling

You know what you must do

Don’t join the masses

But be one of the faithful few


Can’t you see

All that you’re doing

Deep down inside

It’s you you’re ruining


Escape the past

And don’t look back

Your heart just can’t handle

Another attack


These tricks and schemes

Are neverending

So brace yourself

This is just the beginning


Equip yourself

To finally take a stand

Remove all temptation

Hold onto His hand


If you start to have doubts

Or sneaky illusions

Don’t be caught in the snare

Of such destructive confusion


You have the ability

To make tough decisions

Look at your heart

And make some revisions


Remind yourself daily

To make the right choices

Then stand tall and proud

While your soul rejoices


You’ll finally be free

From the chains that bind

Keeping your eyes on Him

You won’t be left behind


It’s a challenge for sure

Not for the faint of heart

So give it your best shot

And make a fresh start


Written by,  Michelle Cook


These words are not my own, but given to me by the One, who forever seeks to guide my heart.  My deepest desire is to live with these thoughts ever flowing through my mind.  I’m praying for complete transformation of my heart and soul.  I can’t keep letting the enemy defeat me.  It’s a slow death which I just can’t keep allowing.  My own good advice just isn’t enough anymore; and my only other choice is to let go and let him lead me.  After all… the battle belongs to Him.  ~M

Finding Positivity



The scene is pictured

All in black and white

As a sweet young boy

Attempts to fly his kite


Looking around

Nobody else seems to be there

It looks as if he’s all alone

Without anyone to care


Determination marks

His pale small face

He’s never been considered more

Than a boy of disgrace


Now deep in thought

Concentrating with all of his might

He lets told negativity go

And readies his handmade kite


She’s a beauty for sure

And he’s determined to make her fly

Holding her steady against the wind

The release sends her soaring high


Proud of his accomplishment

He stands and he stares

Watching her fly over the earth

So very high up in the air


Much happier now

Than he’s ever quite been

He watches her intently

As she soars on the wind


Delighted in his success

He feels quite proud

He finally found a bit of positivity

By looking up toward the clouds



Written by, Michelle Cook  Kite flying emoticon

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Quick Tip: Fortify Your Blogroll with Reader Lists

This is a great idea! I was able to add a list of my favorite poets.  If you scroll down my page and look to the right, you’ll see what I mean. If you don’t see your page on here and you’re somebody I follow, please leave the link to your page so that I can add you to my list. I couldn’t find everyone that I wanted to add. I follow too many blogs!:)

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Do you use a blogroll to link to sites you love? Have you considered populating that blogroll with Reader lists to share even more sites you love, organized by topic? Today, we’ll show you how to do it.

A quick refresher on lists

Reader lists are public — you’re welcome to subscribe to my Favorite Magazines and/or my Artists and Sketchers Reader lists. Click on the link and then “Follow” on the right-hand side of the screen.

Reader lists are a great way to collect and keep up on blogs you love on a specific topic.

I have a few different lists I return to: I’ve got a collection of favorite magazines and a list of great artists and sketchers when I need a dose of art.

For full details on how to create your own list, check out our recent post, “Quick Tip: Make the Most of Lists

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Picking up the pieces

Today as I was preparing lunch for my 7 yr. old daughter, we had a bit of a disaster.  My daughter Autumn loves to be in the kitchen with me and I very much appreciate her help.  Unfortunately today as she was reaching into the cupboard to grab a plate, the outcome didn’t end so well.  All of a sudden, I heard the sound of glass shattering and turned around to see what had happened.  Pieces of glass were everywhere, even at the far ends of the kitchen.  I immediately ran over to my daughter to make sure that she was okay.  I looked her over carefully, making sure that there weren’t any remnants of glass left on her.  Then, because she was barefoot, I carried her into the other room and checked her over for any scratches that she may have gotten.  Thankfully she was okay, and so with a huge sigh of relief, I then began the tedious process of cleaning up all of the glass.

It didn’t take long for me to notice just how tiny the pieces were.  Little slivers littered the countertop and dusted the floor.  I tried sweeping, vacuuming, and even mopping; anything to try and get rid of the tiny little shards, which seemed to be embedded into the hardwood floor.  The more pieces I picked up, the more pieces I seemed to find.  I thought I might never see the end to the mess.  Eventually though, everything was cleaned up.  I put all of the cleaning supplies away and decided to finish making lunch.  Yet even then… after scouring, dusting, mopping, sweeping, and vacuuming, I still continued to find more remnants of glass.

This little incident reminded me of life, and how so often we face brokenness ourselves.  We pick up the pieces and go on, but we never quite seem to be able to find all of the pieces at once.  Then, once in a while, we’ll find a piece later on and sometimes it isn’t a very pleasant experience when we do.  We often find ourselves wounded when a piece is unexpectedly found.  Then we think to ourselves… I thought I had found all of those pieces, I wonder if there are still more left to find?  It makes us question whether or not we are really safe from the shards that seem to mar our past.  Will we keep finding more?  Or is it finally safe to walk around barefoot and freely once again?



Like a small child hunched over after losing a best friend

Her hopes and dreams had vanished


No longer a spirited woman

Rather a forlorn little girl


Clinging to the arms of strangers

Most nothing more than acquaintances at best

Earnestly seeking compassion


For the pain…


The pain a burden

Too great to bear


Her soul ripped apart

The other half now gone


She would never again know

The feeling of arms being wrapped around so tightly, that for a moment she felt as if she were suffocating


That’s how it was…


She would never again smell the scent of her hard worker

After toiling all day…


Or on Sunday mornings…

When such a pleasant lingering scent left her euphoric

Eager for the day to end


Laughter and fun erased

Yet never to be forgotten…


Heartache a daily occurrence now

Left to grieve forevermore


Never to love again

Not like this…



Written by, Michelle Cook


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We’d be free… free just to be.


I wish I had a friend who would pretend with me once more

Masquerading away the day, we’d be silly and free

Free to be a princess, a pirate, or even a superhero

Regardless of whomever we wanted to be

We’d be free

Free just to be

Oh to be five once again…

To feel alive again…


I wish I had a friend who would ride bikes with me all day

Riding around the neighborhood, we’d be silly and free

Free to explore the park, the zoo, or even the beach

Regardless of wherever we wanted to go

We’d be free

Free just to be

Oh to be ten once again…

To feel alive again…


I wish I had a friend who would spend some time with me

Bumming around together, we’d be silly and free

Free to hang out at the arcade, go bowling, or even catch a movie

Regardless of whatever we decided to do

We’d be free

Free just to be

Oh to be fifteen once again…

To feel alive again…


I wish I had a friend who could understand what I’m going through

Never-ending late night talks, we’d be silly and free

Free to discover who we are, speak honestly, and become forever friends

Regardless of whatever we discovered about each other

We’d be free

Free just to be

Oh to be twenty once again…

To feel alive again…


I wish I had a friend who would help me make tough decisions

Coming alongside me, we’d be silly and free

Free to dream, think, and consider the future

Regardless of whatever we planned

We’d be free

Free just to be

Oh to be twenty-five once again…

To feel alive again…


I wish I had a friend who would help me be a better parent

Giving me some guidance, we’d be silly and free

Free to learn how to cope, adjust, and love unconditionally

Regardless of whatever we learned

We’d be free

Free just to be

Oh to be thirty once again…

To feel alive again…


I wish I had a friend who could help me fix my marriage

Lending me their shoulder, we’d be silly and free

Free to face problems together, comfort one another, and show compassion

Regardless of whatever we experienced

We’d be free

Free just to be

Oh to be thirty-five once again…

To feel alive again…


I wish I had a friend who would make me feel young again

Through words of reassurance, we’d be silly and free

Free to laugh at ourselves, cry at times, and encourage one another

Regardless of our age

We’d be free

Free just to be

Oh to be forty once again…

To feel alive again…


To be continued when I’m older… ❤



Written by, Michelle Cook

A lifetime ago… or just yesterday?


Sometimes yesterday feels like a lifetime ago; just as days lived a lifetime ago, often feel as if they just happened yesterday.  ~M


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Featured Writer – Rayy Powell


Left, left, left, right, left

Left, left, left, right, left
The footsteps of the soldiers echo through the streets, the houses and shops, through empty shells.
A little girl looks through her window and knows she’s in hell
The dodging of bullets and taking cover from the bombs bring tears to her eyes
But she has to stay strong, she has to survive.
The young boy who was taken rather than drafted,
Fell in to a trap that his step farther crafted.
It’ll be good for you boy, grow some hair on you chest!’
His choices and actions put that young boy to the test.
He had to grow up fast, he had to learn to shoot a gun,
Responsibility of the highest for someone so young.
Forced to hide and ambush the enemies, throwing grenades and causing damage,
But what about the damage caused to the families, people, businesses…collateral damage?
Left, left, left, right, left
As the regime spreads like a contagion,
Infecting those few with imagination to rid the world of freedom and enslave the world as a nation
The mother who weeps over her sons dead body, found just laying in the street,
Her worst fear materializing before her eyes, screams of pain as her son laid lifeless at her knees.
Out of pain come anger and from anger, revenge
And those who are left are waiting for it to end.
The planes that fly over head are like the music of the sky,
The sounds of the machine guns and the crumbling stones vibrations of the houses are the children’s lullaby.
The little girl wont see the end of the war, nor will the young boys mother,
As the regime spreads there no more hope offer.
Now ladies and gentlemen there isn’t a war outside but we’re still losing children, cousins, brothers, friends,
When the young children are fighting the war of the ends
Standing and waiting for that war to begin.
So lets hold our hand up as a symbol of peace,
Wear out colours with pride and don’t worry about the repercussions,
Because right here right now, the fight for our freedom has begun.

Written by, Rayy Powell


For further thought provoking poetry, please visit Rayy’s blog at: HERNAMEWASPOETRY

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Unburdening Negativity


Let that inner voice constantly be your guide

And always try to take each day in stride


Spend time with the people who support your talents

And steer clear of the one’s who leave you unbalanced


Try to be patient when things go wrong

And don’t forget the One who makes you strong


Live each day as if you’re living your last

In doing so you will never regret the past


Focus your mind on things from above

And always choose to share your love


Keep your thoughts in perspective every day

Never let your mind wander in a negative way


Do your very best and learn to forgive others

Embrace your friends and treat them like brothers


Hold onto your faith especially in times of trouble

And don’t let yourself sink further into the rubble


And when depressive thoughts come your way

Remember that tomorrow is a brand new day



Written by, Michelle Cook  💛


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Go ahead… spill the salt.

Is all that bad luck, really your fault?


Don’t be afraid… walk under the ladder.

Remind me again… why does it matter?


Nevermind… just step on that crack!

And remember this… at least it’s not your back!


Break the mirror… you know you’ve wanted to.

It’s only seven years and a half-pint of glue!


Say the alphabet… twist the apple stem.

Then don’t forget… to wait for “Him.”


Always blow all of those candles out.

Don’t you want your wish to count?


Better go and find a four leaf clover;

Don’t take the risk or it could be over!


When you see a black cat upon your path,

Just leave before you meet his wrath!


Always send your eyelashes away.

You’ll get new wishes every day!


Are you the seventh son of a seventh son?

Than your powers should have already begun!


Always remember to knock on some wood.

Do this three times or it won’t be good!


Wishbones can be tons of fun;

Just don’t get the smaller one!


Don’t forget to wish on a shootin