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I want to be…

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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


Originally posted: July 7, 2016

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Love in the midst of uncertainty

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Unexpectedly bewitched and profoundly mystified
Each become enthusiastically obsessed one to the other
Overwhelming passion leads to spellbound senses
Magnetic forces accelerate the compelling connection
Perceptive thoughts thoroughly examine the situation
Both seek complete understanding and clarification
She discerns his character while he studies her nature
He senses her expectant desires while she fully recognizes his
At last settled minds arouse captivated hearts to eagerly advance
Every questionable thought is now completely abandoned
Impetuous emotions commence while provocative words hover playfully
Finally reacting as tousled raindrops fluctuate invitingly over an alluring current
Destiny is set into motion and love is captured in the midst of uncertainty

Written by, Michelle Cook


Originally posted: January 26, 2016

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I see the real you

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I see the real you that’s hidden from sight

I see the real you as you inwardly fight

I see the real you and wish I was there

I see the real you and want you to know I care

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


Originally posted: April 3, 2016

Photo found at:  wordspicturesmusiclove.blogspot.com

Meet me in my dreams…

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Meet me in dreamland
We’ll fly to the moon and back
Our playground awaits

~M


Originally posted: December 9, 2015

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Searching for you…

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I’ve been searching for you

In the gloominess of the day

I can’t see your face

Don’t seem to hear what you say

 

It’s as if you’ve evaporated

Right before my very eyes

So I call out to you

Reaching up toward the skies

 

And still your sweet voice

Is missing from my day

An empty kind of feeling

Surrounds me as I pray

 

My heart feels quite heavy

Barely feel you anymore

I want to see your glory

It’s you I implore

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


Originally posted: August 16, 2016

Photo found at: beyondhorizon-poonam.blogspot.com

Fallen

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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


Originally posted: May 4, 2016

Photo credit:  http://www.favim.com

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

The Silent Scream

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The forest was thick with the smell of pine and screech owls glided overhead. Patches of thick heavy fog hung low to the ground and left her feeling vulnerable. She was careful not to walk too fast, as she couldn’t quite see where she was going or what she was stepping upon. The ground was soft and squishy and with each step she took, her boots sunk deeper into the boggy terrain. She wrapped her parka tighter around her chilled body and hoped that it wouldn’t be too long before she found her way back to the cabin.

The day had been unusually warm for this time of year and so she had decided to go for a nice long walk in the woods. She didn’t really think about where she was planning on going and ended up letting her imagination flood her mind and in the process ended up leaving her good judgement behind. Eventually, she realized that she had lost her sense of direction and had been wandering around the forest for several hours. She tried desperately to find her way back, but was quite sure that she was just walking around in circles.

The trees were so tall in this part of the forest, that she could barely see the sky through the canopy of endless evergreen pine needles. She did the only thing that she could think to do and just kept walking. She walked deeper into the forest and noticed that the terrain was quickly changing. The day was fading fast and the forest had become eerily quiet. Every twig she stepped upon, echoed in the cool night air and dark shadows formed all around her, causing the forest to turn into a frightful and foreboding place.

She pressed on though and searched for an open place where she could at least sit down and rest and hopefully be lucky enough to capture a glimpse of the North Star to help her find her way. As she continued on, the ground only became more difficult to navigate and soon she was so deep into the marshland, that she could barely lift her feet at all. She wanted to turn back, but she couldn’t remember from which way she had come.

The screech owls were back again, their frightful cries caused her to shiver and tremble in fear. Suddenly she heard a twig snap from behind her and she whirled herself around as fast as she could. To her surprise and great relief, it was only a raccoon and so she continued to trudge through the soggy soil as best she could.

A little while later, she heard another twig snap and figured that her little friend must be back, but as she turned around, she discovered a man instead. He was nearly twice her size and his cold hard stare caused her to stumble backwards. His eyes were black as coal and he wore a long dark trench coat that was covered in mud and torn in several places. In one lengthy step he closed the gap between them.

She tried to scream, but no sound came. She felt her body begin to plummet into a black hole of oblivion. The last thing she saw before she broke free of his evil gaze, was the edge of a silver blade, saturated in a thick red substance, which was trickling down upon the watery ground below. The droplets pulsed through the murky waters and formed beautiful patterns that glistened in the moonlight.

Startled awake by this haunting dream, she woke up in a cold sweat and wondered where she was. She sat upright, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that everything had all just been a crazy dream. She laid back down and tried to fall back to sleep, unaware of the screech owl perched on a low hanging branch just outside her window and the large muddy footprints on the floor just outside of her bedroom.

Written by, Michelle Cook


Originally posted: November 6, 2015

Photo credit: pixabay.com

Reflection

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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


Originally posted: April 16, 2016

Photo found at: pinterest.com

Discover Challenge – Identity

#MidnightMadness – 5/19/2017

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The coal black night was dismally cold and damp, and only a flicker of light illuminated the old dusty room.

 

Now you finish the story… No compty’s please!  Let’s see what you got!  😉


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Masquerader – Writing 201: Poetry, Day 4 (Imperfect, Limerick, Enjambment)

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Masquerader

Look into my soul and there you’ll find

An imperfect soul

An imperfect mind

This ugly abyss deficient and flawed is secretly a place of

Perversion

Fraud

Though I struggle to be good my twisted heart

Fails

I wrestle with myself to no easy

Avail

I wonder…

Can my heart be redesigned?

Or is this the way…

I’ll forever be defined…

~M


Originally posted: October 8, 2015

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Time…

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Time can be a blessing and yet sometimes a curse
Time is the essence of life and all that it’s worth
Time can be short-lived or even drag on for years
Time is the epitome of why we cry so many tears
Time can leave a heart feeling empty and lost
Time is the one thing that comes with a cost
Time can stand still when you’re with the right one
Time is the culprit behind most of what we’ve done
Time can point us to discoveries and precious treasure
Time is a provision whose value cannot be measured
Time can be taken for granted or genuinely admired
Time is one of those things that often leaves us tired
Time can be alluring or misleading in various ways
Time is the one thing we rely on to consume all our days
Time can offer us so much and gives us a reason to live
Time is the perfect gift that we should all want to give

 

Written by, Michelle Cook

 


 

Originally posted: January 11, 2016

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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

Photo credit: pinterest.com

Spring Frolic

 

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Calm and gentle blows the breeze

Lovers walk amongst the trees

Blue skies smile down from above

Radiating sunshine on those in love

Perfume splendor fills the air

Blossoming beauties wave their fair

Children scamper to and fro

Gaily laughing off they go

Cheerful pleasantries fill the day

As we go on our merry way

Days like this are never a bore

And leave us wanting all the more

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


Originally posted: March 20, 2016

Photo found at: pinterest.com

Fireflies

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Tiny glowing embers

Flitting about in the dark

 

Love blossoming

With each little bursting spark

 

Flickering phosphorescent lights

Illuminate the rugged terrain

 

As whimsical thoughts enrapture

And dare to entertain

 

Written by, Michelle Cook

 


Originally posted: April 5, 2016

Photo found at:  pinterest.com

We’d be free… free just to be.

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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


Originally posted: April 13, 2016