Coco J. Ginger's Blog, page 39
October 14, 2012
I hate going to sleep…
…on days where I did wonderful things. I want to sit propped up in my white bed and think about it. I do not want to close my eyes and have to fall asleep, i do not want to count sheep and not think about my pretty day. I want to sit here in my [...]
October 13, 2012
October 10, 2012
ACCUSE
I could accuse you of breaking me open Making me feel incomplete Or I could look at the insides of my body And THANK YOU for discovering the dark sides of me Dirt that was rusting from a hole in my heart Emptiness you magnified Truths I hid I myself needed to see…. How ugly [...]
October 9, 2012
Whistle while you work…
..whistle while you work. Whistle while you whistle while you whistle while you work.
October 8, 2012
i liked her
She didn’t like me. she didn’t like anyone. but she liked her voice, when she knew i could hear her. She smiled brightly when i nodded and understood her. She scowled, she frowned, she quietly condemned. I watched the others drown in her position, her self-righteous opinions— but i saw her. She didn’t mean for [...]
Marketing baby
My marketing baby..came over tonight…we rehashed the past, then laughed ’til we cried. We talked about love, we hugged pain away, my marketing baby, brilliant marketing baby and I. He’s the best in the world, at least that’s what they say….I believe that it’s true….because he sold me two wings and though it took me [...]
October 7, 2012
Red fingers…
…red painted toes, red hearts left out in the cold. This town full of gold, leaves me empty, wanting more. I know the game, I want a brain, I want what’s real… I need a challenge.
Who is John Galt?
“We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it’s our job to invent something better.” -Chuck [...]
October 6, 2012
Tonight..
…heart loose. Wanna play? I’m open. Cayenne stained lips Cinnamon tongue Heart of a Queen pit-pat pit-patting….yes yessing Red heart beating baby more alive then ever—exploding …tonight.
October 5, 2012
She stopped caring…
..and started laughing.
