Coco J. Ginger's Blog, page 40
October 4, 2012
If you never did…
…you should. These things are fun and fun is good. -Dr. Seuss
October 2, 2012
Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Last night Rugby Boy and I watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! He’s seen it 40ish times and has been wanting me to watch it so we can see the play ‘Spamalot’ which is now playing at the Phoenix Theatre for next two weeks. My favorite parts of [...]
October 1, 2012
belittle
Of all the hell he gave to me, I won’t remember anything, only the kindness in his eyes when he first asked to sit by my side. I won’t recall his words of dishonor, I won’t remember his taunting insecure manner, or the words which slipped from his scandalous fingers (when he knew he had [...]
September 28, 2012
A 50-Word Story a Day Keeps the Boredom Away – Muses Special: Coco
Coco was all shook up because she could not find a rhyme for….
September 25, 2012
RISE
Did my honesty upset you? Did my self-respect make your stomach burn? Did my clarity spite you? Did my spreading adoration make you feel undeserved? Did my courage make you crazy? Cripple you with the unknown? Did my silence create desire—make you feel things you could not discern? Is my shinning light exploding? Can your [...]
September 24, 2012
Mental Health:
Ability to sit behind desk 9-5 functioning on another’s behalf, engineering, executing a vision that doesn’t flip your stomach inside out, doesn’t make your heart go pound pound. I am not mentally healthy. Are you? HERE’S TO THE CRAZY ONES. The misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers. THE ONES WHO SEE THINGS DIFFERENTLY. While some may [...]
Red and fancy
Poppies are red and fancy, and I like them much. Evil in the sense of intoxicating and giddy.An evil poppy is no ordinary flower. Coco is no ordinary poetess. When she walks barefoot on the beach she leaves no footmarks in the sand. When she sits and writes her fingertips spark colorful lights that waltz [...]
September 23, 2012
“…i never loved you
..i never can, i never meant it— i only texted it—it was pretend”. She sighed. This was not her cup of green tea, this was not her dark raw chocolate, this was not her cayenne pleasure this was rather awkward. She was a winner, and it was clear she was not winning anything. this was [...]
September 16, 2012
Manhattan Love
The power, the play, the copy, the game I’m the marketer of your heart You gave cold hard copy Pressed guarantee against fresh lips Safe sell, safe bet, proven story Baby, save me, wrong edit, (I punctuated this all wrongly) I scripted these lines too cruelly I believed [...]
What is love…
..if not the abandonment of all sanity, all dignity?
