Month: June 2017

Ishq Perspective

Ishq Perspective

If retaliation is known as
“an eye for an eye will make
the whole world blind,”
I pray peace live within your
physical body and if I shall
bestow one wish,
I wish for you to fall in love.
Because a heart for a heart
is the ultimate revenge.
Where love is viewed as a
manic curse, that enables a
sightless life, sequentially
resulting in self-destruction;

the same bane I inherited,
when I loved you.

– kristin l. cook

 

My thoughts leading into Ishq Perspective:
Contemplating the difference of love and revenge. Scaling the conflict of passion and religion. Wondering why lust is an addiction and adoration is essentially self infliction.

And if you’re wondering, 
“ishq” is an Arabic word meaning “love” “passion” or “to love without lust”

 

Poker Face

Poker Face

If only my eyes could show
the rapid beat of my heart.
Then you’d understand
the power of my mind
and the poker face I designed.
You could look into the glass
and see my unguarded past.
Yeah, if only you could see
the beat of my heart
You would find my sincerity
and learn that it’s you
that is my vulnerability.

– kristin l. cook

I saw this painting from Andrew Salgado and “Poker Face” basically composed itself.

7 Year Itch

7 Year Itch

I felt the adrenaline in my veins.
I’ve seen the rage in my eyes.
I’ve smelled the fear in your lies.
You stood like a coward
defeated by the demons you empowered.
You may have chose our path,
but I embodied my wrath
with clinched fists and a firm voice
“I hope you rot in hell” was my choice
I smiled with dignity,
set fire to the mystery,
as I drink from my glass of victory.
Redemption with Authenticity.

– kristin l. cook

Based on my true story

Explosive Nostalgia

Explosive Nostalgia

I saw you today
Running at the gym
Laughing at jokes about them
But when we caught eyes
I turned cold on a whim
My heart was tannerite
with the cause to ignite
An explosion of nostalgia
Where love surged
throughout my body
and shock waves
rolled down my face
Yeah, I saw you today
With my emotions on display
It’s how I know you’re with me
And your spirit is here to stay

Once a gym partner, always a gym partner. I miss you everyday, Monica. 💕
With love,

– kristin l. cook

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Dust Settles, I won’t.

Dust Settles, I won’t.

Born to a world,
trapped in a cage.
with clipped wings,
and a passion to fly.
Dreaming of the wind,
Soaring at new heights,
The spirit of an eagle,
But the life of a lovebird

–
kristin l. cook

 

This particular poem was inspired by a past relationship.

He was “Reaching” and I was “Settling” although it didn’t feel that way at the time. He told me “if you weren’t with me, I could see you being anywhere, Paris, Montana, anywhere but Corning.”

I guess I was unaware of the potential and natural ambition inside me.
And it’s true, we learn the most about ourselves when we only have ourselves to spend time with. We learn, we grow, we make the impossible, possible, and we live again.

Scandalous

Another night, Another heartache
Another stranger, A different bed
It’s just a phase
It’s how it goes nowadays
A physical connection
Don’t open up; deflection
Just hope he can keep an erection
Leave before sunrise
Wear windblown hair as a disguise
Another day, They’re all the same
It’s just a game, Nothing new
When all I think about is you

– kristin l. cookIMG_5556.JPG