you be my escape
for my sense of security
and i’ll be your plan
for your spirit of adventure.
together we’ll scale the map
with our wings of wonder,
-kristin l. cook
Category: Personal
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
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
Echt Moments
my mind is in two places like where
the moon meets the sun. I watch the
light ripple across the water and
count the stars one by one.
A nostalgic memory is where I run.
A beautiful moment too loud for a
whisper and too quiet for a gun.
-kristin l. cook
Love Is Blind
Desperation caused her to
search for truth, stumbling
across false words and bad intentions,
she became drunk on your lies,
and intoxicated on your lips.
She binged on your breath,
and trembled at your tongue
so vulnerable to heartache,
but the closest thing to love
she has ever known.
– kristin l. cook
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. đź’•
With love,
– kristin l. cook
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. cook
Complex Frisson
you’re a delightful cravingÂ
and a dangerous combination
you’re that chaotic adventure
to a gentle inhabited soul
you’re the imagination of pleasure
noticeably found in anticipation
– kristin l. cook
Empowered by Pain; Resurrected by Love
Losing you, rescued my spirit.Â
Like a Phoenix rising from ashes,
I caught fire from all the second chances.
I spread my wings and fly
A mystic flight of oblivionÂ
and only lingering embers of saudade.
– kristin l. cook
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