Coco J. Ginger's Blog, page 36
January 21, 2013
Why can’t we be friends? :(
Roman Payne absolutely refuses to add me on Facebook. I’m finding this behavior increasingly suspicious. Novelists are tricky, sensitive and unique creatures— so I’m planning my attack accordingly. What do you suggest the best punishment to destroy his defenses? Meanwhile,as I await my friend request. I’d like to invite YOU [my imaginitive writing friends] to [...]
Blind
I’d give you the world if I could. I’d paint you the prettiest picture…if I thought you could see it.
January 20, 2013
Who do you write for?
“Who do you write for?”, I asked. “People“, he replied. “You can’t write for others.” I said. “Disagree“, he responded. “It wouldn’t be you if you did agree“, I thought, then sighed knowing this was his prelude to one of his coveted debates. This little text convo got me thinking. I’ve ONLY EVER written for [...]
January 18, 2013
Kangaroo
You’re like a baby kangaroo. Hop Hop Hop. I always know exactly what you’re going to do. Pop Pop Pop.
Numbers & Lines [Mr. Logical]
I guess we’re breaking apart— Oddly, I don’t care. I don’t feel much. We’re stepping back, talking logic in adult stance. You want to give it another chance I want to leave you with your heart intact (the alphabetical way I found it). I want to make my room smell like Cedarwood and Cloves; sit [...]
January 16, 2013
You’re so vain…
…you probably think this post is about you. You’re so vain, you probably think this prose is about you. Don’t you? Don’t you?
January 13, 2013
the muse that changed a hopeless romantic into a puppet
“I thought you hated him…” “A writer never hates her muse.” “So… you still think about him all the time?” “No, not during the day. And anyway, it’s different, I’m indifferent now, people don’t matter to me the way they did — before I knew him. He changed me. He taught [...]
the power
You have to give them the power. You must hand to them that which they crave, what they need. Then, there you are, unlocked, vulnerable, a little sad—pride-less, with your pride-less, pathetic heart bursting out of your chest, dripping with hope, overflowing with unrealistic dreams….. with every word you tell them. [...]
January 6, 2013
New York, New York
Two Far Niente’s running through me I am ready… for the night to come in to take me The stroke of midnight to tick, ticknew– complete and kiss me. * * * “Looks like you need to get in here”, says New Yorker to [me] the Gypsy. I [...]
