Category: Personal

The Hustle Of Humble & Kind

The Hustle Of Humble & Kind

 

“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

Heroine

Heroine

She was a storm 
that kept you calm
a passionate challenge and defeat

She was unpredictable
like lightning 
igniting your fire
and keeping you awestruck

She was forceful
like a tornado
sweeping through your mind
captivating your thoughts

She was intense
like a blizzard
making you anxious 
for the warmth of her body

She was dangerous
like a hurricane
flooding your soul
and stealing your heart

She would let you drown
so she could save you with her kiss.

-kristin l. cook

Naked Poetry is Naked Courage

Naked Poetry is Naked Courage

I perceive vulnerability as strength, to find bravery within yourself to showcase your weakness. My vulnerability is letting people in. I’ve created protective walls and checkpoints and this, I am aware. I understand the depths of myself, strengths, weaknesses, joys, and despair, but yet this mystery of who I am remains. A constant strength and a constant vulnerability, something I can’t outsmart nor outwork.

I always thought of desperate as being something negative, and it doesn’t have to have such a bad reputation. I think so deeply and I feel so passionately, to be desperate to give, seems entirely gracious to my heart’s standard. I think, to be desperate lies within the intention of which you seek. Desire is to strongly wish for something, but desperation is to act upon that wish. I desire to see people happy and desperately want to help them be happy.

My thoughts leading into this poem; Naked Poetry is Naked Courage.

i stand clothed in front of you
your eyes run over me
and i feel bare to your eye
vulnerable to your gaze 

i blush at my thoughts
when you say “come over here”

i’m desperate for your touch
a swift chill comes over me 
as i fall into you

you rescue me slowly
you hold me tenderly
and love me ravishly 

because you are to me
what i am to you

two bodies
two souls
two minds
one heart
one passion
one life.

–
kristin l. cook

Blind, Confused, Clueless Love

Blind, Confused, Clueless Love

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

Hey baby, I love you, and baby, I need you

Hey baby, I love you, and baby, I need you

you’re in my dreams,
i see you there, but i don’t know you.

you’re in my fantasy,
every thought, every wish

you’re in my head,
i can feel you, and i can feel your warmth

you’re on my lips,
like the taste of honey, floral and sweet

you’re in my heart,
like the smell of pine on a summer Mendocino drive

you’re my shoulder,
not to cry on, but to hold on to, strong and firm

you’re my sweet escape,
every morning, day, and night

you’re my mystery
that captivates and soothes my soul

–
kristin l. cook

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Forbidden Romance

Forbidden Romance

And then your eyes met mine,
suddenly I was blind

my hand mirrored yours,
they intertwined

you held me close
and promised you wouldn’t let go

my heart beat faster
because you’re a good dancer

I could feel your breath
I could sense your touch
I want you
and I crave your love

You’re like smoke to a cigar,
You’re like lips to red wine,
You’re that rebel, that rush,
you’re that guilty crush

They say guard your heart,
a man like that isn’t worth the start

But I can’t turn you away,
your smile is like a drug,
I’m just waiting for you to pull the plug

We always want something we can’t have
and damn it,
that’s what hurts so bad

–
Kristin L. Cook

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