Mind Boggling...HerStory

 Do you remember your first period? I remember when I had my first period. I was twelve, actually closer to thirteen. It was in September, my birthday is in October. I wasn't feeling well at my grandmother's funeral, and when we got home, I notified my mother that something was different. I knew what to do because she we discussed the inevitable frequently.  I got sick, I mean real sick. I was sick to the point that everything on my body ached especially my lower abdomen and back. I had diarrhea where I ran to the bathroom frequently, headaches, hot and cold flashes, and most of all I vomited to the point where it was just bile coming up. Not to mention a week/two weeks before I started my period, I would experience PMS (Premenstrual Syndrome). My mood swings were/are sometimes dangerous.  I remember dreading my period coming up because of how it made me feel; still to this day I usually have the same feeling. My period warranted me the option of staying home from school ...

Poem A Day: Hunger for More; I wrote this when I was obviously hungry. I wrote it around 2004.        HUNGER FOR MORE         My stomach is grumbling, Like a storm thundering, I need to get to the kitchen, And cook up some chicken, Some green beans, With some macaroni and cheese, Baked beans well seasoned, I smell my next-door neighbor cooking, And they teasing, I need to unleash the inner-chef in me, And make some chicken noodles with peas, I don’t like black-eyed peas, Because I be thinking they looking at me, I feeling kind of Italian, So, I’m going to get me some lasagna and spaghetti, Some bread sticks on the side, Can’t forget dessert, a slice of pie, I’m a tenth French that’s why I eat fries, Put a little mashed potatoes on my plate, And I’m straight, Add some cabbage, and I’m so gay, I want to eat like it’s Thanksgiving Day, With some turkey and ham on my plate, Give me all five...

Poem A Day: From Chapel to Hearse; This poem was written circa 2004-2005. I remember reading it to someone in high school and they responded with, "I was deep." Not the first and definitely not the last time I was told that. I enjoy reading my poetry that I wrote years ago. It helps me remind me of emotions I felt during that time. It also reminds me of how far I have came as a writer/poet.  From Chapel to Hearse   I admire your features, Think of me at your own leisure, I'm measuring you, Asking how long is a meter, Hop in my two-seater, Take a ride with me, Don't take this relationship lightly, I think of you highly, I want to be with you nightly, I got a fetish for your body, Looking at you arouses me, I'm anticipating you being my spouse to be, Come lay with me, stay with me, Hold me, take hold of me, Make the most of me, Everything about you is intriguing, Without you, there is no meaning, Your heart is in good keeping, ...

Poem A Day: Will Tomorrow Ever Come By: Kristyna Cochran written circa early 2000's.  WILL TOMORROW EVER COME Today I woke up with cold in my eyes, Washed it out, and had pink eye, I thought will tomorrow ever come, Went to the doctor, he gave me eye drops, He said I still had to go to school, My heart stopped, I thought will tomorrow ever come, They started talking about me, I punched everyone that said something bad about me, I thought will tomorrow ever come, I got suspended from school for three days, I got home and thought I could play, Mama picked me up and acted all nice; gave me a kiss, She got all the plates and bowls out the cabinet, And I had to wash every dish, I thought will tomorrow ever come, While I was sneaking out to play basketball, I broke my ankle, I came back in, and momma gave me a whooping I couldn’t handle, I thought will tomorrow ever come, I went to sleep with bruises on my back, I thought will tomorrow ever com...

Deep Thought  By: Kristyna Cochran  Blank page. I stare. I type, no, no, no, backspace, It was just there, Where? In my mind, PAUSE One moment as I try to find, That word, that word that fit together perfectly, With that word and that word. Argggh, I don’t have it, It was good while it lasted.

Poem of the Day 7/16 Here you are Lord By: Kristyna Cochran  Here you are Lord,  My problems, my issues,  I give to you,  My worries have dissolved into relief,  I have faith now, no more disbelief,  My tears have transformed from pain into relief, I have tried it on my own and found it won't do,  Overwhelmed by the deepest concept of reality,  So, I look to you,  As much as I want to know the why's and who's,  More important just help me get through,  I have circled around, trying to find some answers,  Back to you I found myself,  How could I have strayed?  Never-mind the questions, just show me the way,  To my knees I fall, now I shall pray. 

This poem Dear Ol Gem , is a part of my first book I published, The Dwindling of a Once Prosperous City , which is also available on Amazon for purchase.  DEAR OL’ GEM  A look at Dayton’s skyline gives me great pride,  As I fly down highway 75  I knew I was home as I passed touchdown Jesus,  And then the Cooper tires building,  But like other things of my childhood it was gone; diminished,  The city I had once known was turning into a ghost town,  A city where the Salem Mall once flourished,  And created employment and hangout spots for neverending enjoyment,  NCR, Mead, GM of Moraine, the economy hit like a bad basketball game,  Business closing, houses foreclosing,  Competing with people 2 and 3 times my age for jobs,  Stress has people thinking the only way out is to rob,  Running away from what was once home,  Leaving behind what I once known,  Memories of you will forever reside in my memory,  Away...

Everything happens for a reason!! That is the most used statement that I truly abhor. I have yet to fathom that statement. Mainly because I am one of logic and if don't make sense, I falter to understand it. I attempt to look for the reason that something happens through simply mentally creating scenarios of causation and reaction, yet, I am left with more questions than I began with. Sometimes people say the reason is for other people to learn from you mistake. You are being used as a vessel, though sometimes that statement is still hard to comprehend.  Today I am not sure if owning a car is right for me, or even in my cards. Although, I know that car troubles or accidents are inevitable; I am at the point where I feel as if it is expected. Through growth, I have felt like I have made better decisions when it came to purchasing a car and even maintaining my cars, however, I am feeling defeated when it comes to cars.  My mom purchased my first car for me when I was in high sch...

I graduated high school in 2005. It has been 15 years since I graduated high school. I graduated high school in May and in August my mom, siblings and I were packed up headed for Montgomery, Alabama. I did not know anyone in Montgomery, Alabama. I knew that it is was where the Bus Boycotting began in the 1950's. I knew that there were probably still racial disparities running rampant throughout the city of Montgomery, Alabama; mostly because it was the south. I knew that there were going to be plenty of Black people there, and that is what I wanted to be around. Last but not least, I knew it was hot. One of the most important things about choosing to go to Montgomery, Alabama to go to The Alabama State University was "the application was free." I was also pretty happy about the tuition. It was fairly cheap to be out of state college.  Before the car was packed and my mom, siblings and I were in the car and was ready to head down south for the first time; I had to prepare....

Today I decided to share three of my most original poems. These three poems that I am going to share today are the first poems that I written. Well, at least the first poems that made me believe that I was a poet.I remember an assignment that I had to complete in sixth grade. We we working on poetry. We had to complete three poems and they were to be entered into the school contest.  I won the contest throughout the whole school. I was quite proud of myself at that time. I remember winning a Walkman. I thought it was so dope! I didn't have one. So, I was excited to get it, yet, I was also excited to win the contest with my poetry that I had written.  A few weeks later we were practicing for a school concert. We were singing R.Kelly I Believe I Can Fly. I had wanted the solo part in the concert and I was upset that I did not get the part. I remember looking out the window of the classroom down because I did not get the part and my teacher coming over to talk with me. She said I...

On May 5th 2020 My second book was published on Amazon.  Inspire me to Inspire you. A collection of poems written to inspire me, yet also to inspire any who reads them. What words do you find pick you up? How often do you need to remind yourself to keep going? Do you trust in a higher power when you are strong, when you are weak? Inspire me to Inspire you. Inspire Me to Inspire You

Sunday was Father's Day! It's a holiday that is celebrated all over the world. Well, maybe some places probably don't celebrate such a day. I however, personally never really celebrated father's day. It came around like any other day for me. Mother's Day was another story, I celebrated mother's day. Well I used to. Nowadays, I don't celebrate holidays. I don't necessarily need to get into the why of why I don't celebrate holidays, right now. That could be another blog post.  Sunday as it was Father's Day, it was a little different "father's" day for me. See I don't celebrate holidays, and more specifically Father's Day. I just thought that I reiterate that as it is very important to note. This "Father's Day" was a new beginning. Hence going forth, shall I celebrate "Father's Day". Yet not on some government specified day, yet every day shall I celebrate, praise, and thank "The Father" fo...