Coco J. Ginger's Blog, page 33
February 28, 2013
The Un-friending Friend :(
He unfriended me on Facebook, so I blocked him from my twitter. So many days of emoji filled texts, cannot believe it’s ended like this. With a tear in my eye I make my page private, while obsessively clicking his profile, praying he will turn his updates to public. No reason to update my status, [...]
February 27, 2013
When I die…
…I hope they say, “That girl was crazy. She did not live sanely.“
February 24, 2013
The Way I Think of You.
You start in my heart, nostalgia carries you to brain, you fall into my blood, bursting through each vein, you seep into my muscles, bounce across my spine, you rush to my fingers, where you most like to spend your time. You pick up the pen for me, you push her against the page, you [...]
February 23, 2013
The way I think of you.
You start in my heart, nostalgia carries you to brain, you fall into my blood, bursting through each vein, you seep into my muscles, bounce across my spine, you rush to my fingers where you most like to spend your time. You pick up the pen for me, you push her against the page, you [...]
February 21, 2013
a new heart
He knocked on her door, she answered. He grinned, she laughed brightly. With an air of charm, he reached inside her chest, and pulled out her heart. He smiled with pride. She was paralyzed, and turned cold. He left. Next night she received an email notification. It was a blog post, her heart was the [...]
February 20, 2013
you’re not fast
You want to know me, but you can’t, my heart runs in circles ’round your head— and you’re not fast. You want to see me, but you can’t, because I am cayenne, I am gypsy, I am mad. You want to beat me, but you can’t, because I’m not competing, there’s no comparison, I’m the [...]
the girl across the hall
She fumbled for her keys. A ginger Kombucha and strange shaped organic fruit fell from her purse.She bent down to pick it up, disheveled, whispering quiet profanities in her hurry. Through the peephole he watched, body pressed hard against the thick door dividing his hallway from hers. He knew her well, in body. He knew [...]
February 19, 2013
tweet tweet :]
Today I will be on Twitter all day. Have something you’d like to tell me? Perhaps an edit you have been dying to point out to me (I’m a writer, not an editor). Or perhaps, you’ve written a post, prose, or poem you know I should read? Click the link below and tweet it to [...]
February 18, 2013
i’m sorry i saw you and told you i loved you
I’m sorry I saw you and told you I loved you. I’m sorry I didn’t say it, that you had to see it… In the twist of my body, the flip of my hair, the passion stitched into my wrists, the perk of my cinnamon smile— the silence of my tongue. I’m sorry I saw [...]
un-fun
Must be difficult to have fun, when you are the opposite of fun… when you are an un-fun, and time spent with you is ho-hum.
