and then she
thought of the moon
as a jealous lover
lingering to watch
how she lit up
the world around her
-kristin l. cook
She Shines
Tag: love
Metalwork
Metalwork, Swordsmithing, and Blacksmithing are all in the same realm of craft. It’s a long process of forging metal using a hammer, grinder, heat, and cold. The heat is used to make the metal flexible and the term is called “Tempered”. The cold is to harden the metal, the term is called quenched. One way to tell if the sword is complete is for the flame to essentially polish the sword, so much so that the Blacksmith can see his own reflection on the metal inside the flame.
You’ll call her wild,
she’ll call you play.
You can have a body of iron,
and she would forge you her way.
You need patience of a blacksmith,
to convince her to stay.
She can seduce you with silence,
and allure you with violence.
She’s a double-edged sword,
her mind won’t be ignored.
Tempered by the fire that excites her,
when the heat ignites without shame,
and only when you see your reflection
in her erratic flame.
A man with a craft is who she’ll claim,
but don’t forget she has sharp edges
that you polished the same.
You quenched the blade,
that forced her spirit cold
and her soul betrayed.
The weapon is for bloodshed
because her love for you was misled.
She would carve your veins
if you left her heart broken in chains.
– kristin l. cook
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
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.
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. 💕
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.
Empowered by Pain; Resurrected by Love
Losing you, rescued my spirit.
Like a Phoenix rising from ashes,
I caught fire from all the second chances.
I spread my wings and fly
A mystic flight of oblivion
and only lingering embers of saudade.
– kristin l. cook
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
The Chill Of Fall
For my new friend; Everything will be alright.
the chill of fall
means that time doesn’t stall
turn the page
fight the rage
cry at night
never lose sight
there’s beauty in change
it briefly feels strange
you are strong
love is never wrong
look around
leaves that were once green
are now yellow and brown
and even they fell gracefully to the ground
–
kristin l. cook
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