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October 7, 2014 § 2 Comments

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As I Began To Love Myself

September 28, 2014 § 11 Comments

NPG P283; Charlie Chaplin by Strauss-Peyton Studio“As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”.
As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody if I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this person was me. Today I call it “RESPECT”.

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Monday, September 22, 5:30am

September 24, 2014 § 8 Comments

IMG_27585:30am. I love this time of morning.  Charcoal painted sky with tints of lavender; light blue popping through the height of the sky, and for today especially, white pillowy clouds crafting a space to cheer in the brightness of the baby blue morning.
What peace my heart feels. I reach out the window and touch the branch dancing in front of me—I pull her towards my face and let her delicate leaves brush softly against my skin. She smells of the brightest morning—a special gift, no doubt, from my favorite Artist, my favorite Creator. The street lamps still lit, stand tall offering their condolences to the nostalgia I slept with so many nights, but today I seek no comfort for the dreams that haunted me. Today, I reach past the window and feel the future of my life: fresh, green and tangible in each hand.
Each car that passes, no longer bears a memory—now, each car holds a new idea, a startling endeavor, an adventure unfolding.

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The Poet’s Song

September 21, 2014 § 10 Comments

The Poets Song_ Coco J. Ginger

She Knows

September 20, 2014 § 7 Comments

19911_477461712323965_731442171_nWhat was it like for him to love you?
Like a diamond studded red carpet dream—
exploding all at once, in front of me.
What did your brain feel?
Safe. Protected. Secure. The lucky one.
What did your heart feel?
Desperate. Confused. Scared. Pretend.

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A Dangerous Song

September 17, 2014 § 6 Comments

ae7a91341b4f551b099aa1a5812ad482A Dark Song_ Coco J. Ginger

Becoming

September 15, 2014 § 7 Comments

violin_girl_by_runner44-d5xp6e5I invented myself through your absence. If you had been here, I’m not sure I could have been the girl I invented, but I imagine I would have been very pretty, very real, very happy and very loved.
But God said no. God said, she needs to be everything she is not, everything I created her not to be before she can become everything I created her to be.
So that’s what I do. Be everything and everyone I’m not, ’til I have the guts to be the STORM.
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What’s the storm?
Where you tear your heart out your chest for all the world to see without forgiveness, without escape.
It smells like rain.
My hearts beating so fast.
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