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
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.
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
For all of the girls that are too strong to cry and can bear the weight of the world on your shoulders without showing any kind of struggle. Just know that this one is for you.
Look at these old photographs,
the memories of you just flood right back,
it’s like it was yesterday,
but our love faded away.
We were like a fairytale,
when we kissed under my veil,
it’s bittersweet that a love like ours had to go stale.
Loving you was easy,
falling for you was sweet,
crying over you was dreadful,
and getting over you was free.
Tears remind us we’re alive,
even the strong have to fight to survive.
Humility is humble and grace is pure,
our love was real, this I’m sure.
You’ve moved on,
and I found myself,
I’ll never know why,
our love had to die,
but trust me, I’m good with your goodbye.
From time to time,
I like to visit our prime,
Not because I want it back,
but because it’s ok to remember my past.
I’ve learned to look at where you’re headed,
to think about how far you’ve come,
and march to the beat of your own drum.
If the heartache can make you smile,
and the pain can make you laugh,
just be patient, you’ll find your true other half.
Because a person who can endure pain,
and still remain sane,
who can look beyond the horizons,
and know this isn’t where it ends,
that’s a person who wears scars like trophies’,
and doesn’t care who see’s.
You become a person with wisdom,
and realize you’re not a victim,
love got you in and love got you out,
forgiveness is only for you, without a doubt.
–
Kristin Cook
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