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The Girl Who Had Everything – Writing 201: Poetry (Day 8 – Flavor, Elegy, Enumeratio)

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The Girl Who Had Everything

She was the flavor of the day
The talk of the town
When she came into sight
Everyone crowded around
She was a girl who had everything
Going her way
It was a shame it all had to end
On that one frightful day
Beauty and ambition left her
In the blink of an eye
She had been the life of the party
And left without saying goodbye
Then one bad decision
Left her in a collision
Her life now just a blur
Caused quite a stir
Many couldn’t believe
That she was now gone
A girl that had everything
And seemed so strong
Fate dealt her a poor hand
That terrible tragic day
And these sad memories
Will probably never go away
Reflecting back on her life
Many now say
They miss her and wonder
Why did she pay
Unfortunately so often
We reap what we sow
God bestows us with choices
And then lets us go
We can’t really question
The hows and the whys
It’s unfortunate for sure
When somebody we love must die
But we need to remember
The choices that we make
Can often lead us
To disastrous mistakes
We live and we learn
And get smarter each day
Hopefully before
We are taken away

Written by,  Michelle Cook


Originally posted: October 13, 2015

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Natures Memoir

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From the perspective of a tree… one who lives in my own backyard.  🙂

 

She delights in the birds who nestle in her boughs, each one trying tirelessly to escape the unrelenting falling snow.

A single swift breeze courses through her branches, pulling the remainder of her sparsely clinging leaves from her frail limbs.

Her brilliance removed, the fascination of her sunset complexion is erased from the minds of those who once sought her splendor.

A sudden gentle breeze, gives the illusion of a weary friend, reaching out to her with lifeless brittle bones.

Dismayed by the sight, she is ready to embrace once again, those who remember her vibrant beauty from years past.

Shivering in the bitter cold and clinging desperately to the earth below, she eagerly yearns for the warmth of a new found spring.

She holds fast to the prospect of a brand new beginning, which she hopes will bring renewal and abundant life.

Her logical nature reminds her that life is unexpected, and she is resolved to accept her fate in the midst of another cold harsh winter.

She has miraculously survived many wonderful long years and realizes that it will be a miracle if she survives another season.

Looking over, her ultimate destiny is realized, as she spies her long lost friend with whom she spent numerous years alongside.

Her friend’s long-suffering cannot go unnoticed. Withered peeling bark mars her long slender form and she leans decrepitly to one side.

Snowflakes fall silently, burying those who have already fallen. The steady accumulation now blankets the icy woodland.

She misses her friend who was once so lovely. Especially in the way she reached out towards the heavens in worship and adoration.

She realizes that one day soon, she too will fall on deaf ears and her lifeless form will be engulfed by the earth’s decay.

She’ll likely be completely forgotten, with the exception of perhaps a young boy who will see her as a bridge to adventure.

Perhaps this young little lad will laugh and scamper over her weary old bones, intrigued by her mossy covering.

She imagines he’ll kneel down curiously, exploring her hidden depths, seeking to find what isn’t obvious to others.

Intrigued by her, perhaps he’ll look for hidden treasure that has surely camouflaged itself deep inside of her.

She dreams of flooding him with joy as he finds his prize, nestled within the recess of her decaying cavity.

And hopefully, she will lift his young spirit, as he regards her lifeless form as captivating and compellingly magical.

For even in death she hopes she will seem enchanting to him and perhaps he will delight in the curious state of her presence. For one can only hope to be loved, even in death.

 

By, Michelle Cook


Originally posted: February 12, 2016

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#MidnightMadness – 3/30/2017

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Here’s what my daughter Brianna had to say as she was trying to cheer me up…

Brianna – “Mom, there’s one good thing about being sick, eventually you get better!  So be glad for that! Unless of course you die…”

Me – “Oh that makes me feel a ton better!”  Lol….

We are nothing more…

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Some will argue

But we are nothing more

Than mere pawns

Within the sands of time

Waiting for the day

For our true purpose

To be carried out

For our pitiful existence

To satisfy the unseen

Fulfilling a hidden

Yet extraordinary plan

Which will one day

Satisfy our fruitless desires

Giving us peace

Beyond recognition

And a life far from ordinary

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


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A Terrible Fate

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He felt compelled

To look around

Make some friends

Sit right down

 

He never expected

To meet her there

Sipping her drink

On an old green chair

 

But there she was

Sitting alone

Waiting for someone

To call her own

 

And after one look

He couldn’t resist

He knew this was the girl

He was meant to kiss

 

So he saddled up

Right next to her

She glanced his way

Somewhat demure

 

He really didn’t know

Quite what to say

And she seemed reluctant

To meet him halfway

 

The pressure was on

As he racked his mind

Knowing he was surely

Almost out of time

 

He tried to find

The words to express

Everything he was thinking

In a minute or less

 

Finally he was able

To capture her eye

Now he just hoped

She would comply

 

Gathering courage

He told her a joke

She found it so funny

She began to choke

 

By terrible fate

She died that day

And ever since then

He’s had nothing to say

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


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The ache in our hearts…

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“The pain we feel in our hearts when we lose someone, is just a reminder of how much we truly did love them.  It’s an ache we carry with us for the remainder of our lives, which continues to remind us of just how special they really were.” ~M


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Departed

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Words escape me

As reality sinks in

Can’t stop the pain

From growing within

 

Gone is the word

For this miserable week

One left to death

The other won’t speak

 

One a sixteen year old life

The son I wished I’d had

Taken from us tragically

Our hearts now very sad

 

The other a friend

Closest I’ve ever had

Disappeared completely

I’ve never been so sad

 

And now I’m left to wonder

If there’s more to come

The sorrows in this life

Just can’t be overcome

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


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Sad day…

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I know your heart

Is completely breaking

I see the toll

Your tears are taking

I understand

The pain you feel

A heartache like this

Is unbearably real

Just please realize

That I’m here for you

And let me know

If there’s anything I can do

I know you’re overwhelmed

With grief and despair

This dark cloud upon you

Seems so unfair

My thoughts and prayers

Are with you today

Wish my arms could wrap around you

On this very sad day

Written by, Michelle Cook

With much love to my dear friend who lost his sister today.  I am so very sorry…

May you feel God’s love shinning down upon you, today and always.  ❤️


The Daily Post prompt – Overwhelming

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Gone…

 

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The ice so thin

I dared not tread

Afraid to step forward

And find you dead

Even a breath

Seemed too much to take

Imagined us both

Winding up in the lake

Suddenly the ice

Began to crack

The noise was deafening

There was no going back

I dared not move

From my place

Still you disappeared

Without a trace

Nothing could save you

Though I tried to help

The ice broke further

Then began to melt

In the very end

It was all too late

Your body was gone

I cried at our fate

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


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Oh the thrill of being a vampire…

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In the spirit of Halloween, here’s the beginning of a short story, that I wrote a couple of years ago.  Enjoy!

Nobody knows my secret and sometimes I doubt who I am myself.  There’s a part of me that misses being human and another part of me that remembers the heartache that human life brings.  The emotional ties to people no longer exist in my current state.  I am finally able to be who I’ve always wanted to be, free of the emotional hang ups that used to rip my heart right out of my chest.  Now I call the shots, I make the rules, I set the stage.  Isn’t this what living should be?  Nobody telling me what to do or how to live my life.  But then, why do I feel so alone sometimes… so lost?  I don’t even care that I just killed an innocent person, I needed to feed and they were there.  It was an easy choice, too easy I suppose.  But isn’t that the thrill of being a vampire?  Taking what you want, anytime, anywhere and never thinking twice about who you hurt.  What more could I want out of life?  And yet, I wonder… is there something more? Am I missing a key piece, to this puzzle called life?  Should I be afraid of who I have become?  I guess only time will tell and until then, I know I will enjoy this deranged way of living.  I can’t wait to meet my next victim.  They always seem so surprised to see me, and I can literally hear their hearts beating right out of their chests before I go in for the kill.  It’s always the same in every person I come across, and in an instant they are free from the agony of this terrible world; this sad, chaotic, frightful world.  So I guess in a way, I am really just doing them a favor, and in return, I get to continue living an eternity of blood lusting bliss.  I do feel some pity for the young ones that cross my path.  But unfortunately for them, my instincts are purely animalistic and I have no conscience either way.  I have hardly any recollection on how I ended up like this.  It seems like a dream that happened long ago.  I may never fully regain my memory of that particular day, but on occasion I do see glimpses of my past.  The images I see are hazy at best, and feelings of emptiness flood my mind as I try to hold onto a particular memory when they do flash by.  I always see the same image, a dark shadowy figure of a man coming towards me, and then in the very next instant, a bright light flashes all around me.  Then there’s nothing… nothing at all.

 

Dead of Night

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Dead of night

Hindered sight

Extraordinary might

Treacherous fight

Wounded knight

Struck with fright

Ghostly white

Perilous plight

Extinguished light

Dead of night

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


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The loss of a friend…

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“The loss of a friend leaves a scar that never goes away.”  ~M

 


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Selfies…

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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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Hopeless

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“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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We’re Never Promised a Tomorrow

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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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