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.
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
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.
“Character is who you are when nobody is looking”
The Hustle Of Humble & Kind
I rise above the noise.
I look deception in the face.
You want me to lose,
but I already won this race.
Fear couldn’t stop me.
Hell couldn’t break me.
If it’s a battle of the heart,
I got that.
If it’s a battle of the mind,
Yeah, I won that.
If it’s a battle of pride,
you can have it.
A life of emptiness and lies,
I don’t need it.
So just keep talking,
I’ll keep grinding.
It takes all kinds,
God has a purpose for all life lines.
–
kristin l. cook
she became cold to her surroundings
her survival method was frowning
fighting for everyone’s happiness
only known for haughtiness
she was numb to normal
chaos felt cordial
hiding behind frozen eyes
she’s been told endless lies
everything she hoped for,
everything she dreamed,
only made her a working fiend
she lost her spark,
her world turned dark,
she challenged her morals,
she confronted her spirit,
she lacked her smile,
that’s not her style.
She was desperately broken,
Wisely unspoken,
Questioning devotion,
just going through the motions.
Strong enough to choose,
Smart enough to justify,
and brave enough to gamble.
– kristin l. cook
You branded me with your love,
and burned me with your lies.
You made me blaze in hell,
and left me to die in flames.
Until I learned that I’m an angel,
with a spirit on fire.
–
kristin l. cook
She was intense
like a flame to a dry field
It spreads, it burns,
she demands your attention.
She was timeless,
like a wave crashing on the sand
fluently alive, raging furiously,
and manipulating your emotions.
That girl was beautiful,
a frequent imbalance of naughty or nice,
urging you to protect her or defend yourself,
begging you to walk then run,
– to her or away from her,
forcing you to decide.
She was magnetic,
She was gravity,
She was pressure,
She was force.
That girl is love.
–
kristin l. cook
she smelled like adventure
and tasted like desire
her mind was fearless
and her soul on fire
–
kristin l. cook
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