Coco J. Ginger's Blog, page 15
March 12, 2014
A Lie
He’s going to her house tonight. Temptation he’s withheld Holds his brain now, at gun point. He says he loves me— He doesn’t lie. But his heart is made from hers and the past is still only theirs. Now the guns been shot— temptation at a halt. The guns been shot— straight through my heart. […]
March 3, 2014
To truly laugh…
. . .you must be able to take your pain, and play with it. — Charles Chaplin Chin up little one. It’s time to get back in the game. It’s time to pl a y.
February 17, 2014
A Bedtime Story
If love is magic— If I’m the Dreamer And you the Dream… If I want you, but you don’t want me, then the magic can’t be. Do you see? * * * * * I only wrote this tale to tell you— without you, I can’t make magic.
A Secret
Sometimes I hear a lyric, or read a poem, that becomes so sacred to my soul, I want to keep it locked up—a secret, hidden from the world. * * * * * * * * Tell me… how was it […]
February 15, 2014
The End.
Hi. Hi. I want to tell you a story. Okay. Once upon a time… Wait, is this a Fairy Tale? Yes! Is there a Happily Ever After? Of course. Then, tell me the ending first. She found her worth could not be measured through the eyesof a man. She remembered the secret her Father had […]
February 14, 2014
February 13, 2014
a quarter of a year
Three months equals one quarter of a year. 90 days ago, we started talking again. Off. On. Off. On. Off. On— Yawn! Hello. Goodbye. I hate you. Get over it. Don’t cry. Hello. Hello. Goodbye. One quarter of a year I realize I have wasted. It makes me think time means nothing to you. It’s […]
February 12, 2014
In Your Head.
‘Do you still write about me?’ Do you still read me? ‘No!’ No! I deleted everything. ‘Interesting, I just clicked on your blog and you have a new story.’ So, you lied? ‘You lied.’ False. I underestimated the power of your imagination. ‘You’re not making sense. You are insane.’ Writing isn’t sense. It’s creating, learning, […]
February 10, 2014
Good Enough?
Once you knowwhat you want, it’s easy to free yourself of what you did not want—disposing of the good, making room for onlythe best. You’re good baby— but I always knew my heart was created for thebest… So when I walk away, I hope you finally see, the best things in life are never free. […]
February 8, 2014
With You
You’re always in your head. It must get lonely. “It doesn’t. You’re here too. . .”
