go? no. i said stay, right?
June 20, 2012 § 88 Comments
i like your hand, i like the way it slips in mine accidentally–then to your lips, without you ever remembering. Your hand: bigger better-because you’re protective-of me. go? i didn’t tell you to go. no, i said stay. right? i said go? no. I meant stay, don’t go, don’t leave, just wait – i’m upset just let us be and wait. don’t leave-not again. don’t so easily find your shoes under my bed. don’t so readily slip your feet in and dance out of my room, across the hall-and gone for good–this was not the plan. go? no. don’t go… stay. you must stay. can’t believe my brain overtook my hearts ‘insane’s‘ and won the battle. can’t believe my brain is so mean and my heart didn’t fight back and request a third chance. another round of hide ‘n go seek–tug-o-war. don’t take me seriously–there is evil inside of me…..but if i could go back in time, delete my whole life, delete their crimes which mess with my mind. maybe then i would be prude, i’d be a better woman, a girl who nice young men deserve. i’m not– that sucks. WHAT? I’m not? ย yeah stop pretending. you wanted to be real right? this hurts, this is what it feels like, this is the growing up, the stoping pretending, the false past tap-dancing. this is the owning. this is the “no-i-won’t-be-performing”, this is growing out of the glamour and back into the tattered shabby mis-constructed hearts shadow, this is me owning. this is me admitting. this is me realing-up, maning-up. growing up, wanting up. i always want to talk ย to you. Isn’t that embarrasing? isn’t that immature of me? i think about you all day long……and look at them, they are walking around dead while my hearts bursting out of my head. prancing about with each word said. ย let’s not be like them. let’s not ever resort to counterfeit skin covering up idle organs, perfect bodies without real beating hearts exploding. let’s be a bit ugly, a bit tough, magnificent and rough. let’s not pretend. let’s not bend. i want to dismiss, be pride-less, surrendered and desperate. go? no, don’t go. stay. let’s play this game. together?
my heart wins, she wins- i win. i win. we win.
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§ 88 Responses to go? no. i said stay, right?
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dagny »
half way between the best writing of yours and slip into commonplace. not honest to the bone, i feel. again, i like you better when merciless.
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you’re so merciless to me :). but i get you
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that’s because i like what you do and see your smart skill ๐
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Coco…you must keep writing…not only your blog…you have something here within words and angst…keep going. Also, I’m honored that you have liked a few of my words. Keep writing…you have the voice.
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awe thank you Steve. and Mr. Pirate…yeah i understand. I appreciate ๐ ๐
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perfect one …
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Coco, I love the raw power of your writing. I’ve now read a few and it flows from you like electric current. You’ve got the power, for sure.
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John, thanks for all your words. you’re the best ๐
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I love love how you express the situations in such a simple but yet complicated way and you really raw in ur writing and thats what makes it so refreshing. keep on writing ๐
~Noura~
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thanks to you Noura ๐
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love your blog name p.s.
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Coco, you really spoke to my heart. It was like I was hearing the same words spoken to me by someone else. And in the end I felt the same way….Let’s Win Together! Thank yo for sharing.
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AMEN!!! ๐
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Thank you.
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I like your name ‘God’s Property’.
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I liked it… sensual and sexy… I seem to be reading a lot of this in people’s blogs recently LOL!! *blush*
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I loved the dialogue. Beautifully raw.
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So heartfelt. Own it, girl. And don’t give up on yourself. You have more worth than you can imagine! // Yes. Don’t be fake. Love it! Be real in your own skin! Be alive. Be vibrant!
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Some great stuff.
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I feel that panic. Good writing.
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Whoa. You never fail to amaze me.
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thanks. sorry i’m human too ๐
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One day I would like to hug you.
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aloha Coco J. Ginger. interesting voice we hear in our self. interesting that we all hear it and you write it. such a bizarre creature we human being creatures are. it’s getting close to this voice and then going beyond it that often frees us up to become human I think. …and then of course we slip back and away all over again. forgetting the very hard lesson(s) we learn. why is that? just life I suspect, maybe. just life as we are. and then it’s tomorrow when we wake up and we get to try all over again until we are done. try on. be on. learn and unforget on too. it’s all only in this lightness of breathing. and then we are done. might as well dance. might as well dance laughing. it’s only breath. aloha
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right-o. right-o. hey are you in hawaii?
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yeah. along with about 1.5 million other beings. and a few palm trees. aloha.
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๐ haha
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I like this simple-flow style of poetry you have adopted! Don’t say you were writing a prose, please:-)
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struggle struggle toil and trouble??? May we all let go of our doubts that hold us back from loving ourselves fully and trusting are hearts. keep rocking your reality. cheering you on. Beth from middlescapes.
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Women are so confusing!
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Whats not to like about a strong willed, sensitive woman who from this post cant make up her mind. I loved it sand will keep reading, if what has been said and this was supposed to be your mediocre writing then they dont know what they are saying, yes my first post of yours, but i can fell what you are saying, and havent we all been this way at one time or another, some more than others. I feel like snapping my fingers and saying cool daddyo cool, with a black beret and a smoke hanging out of my mouth, thats funny right there I dont care who you are
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You’ve got some interesting pieces. Have you considered moving into short stories or novels? I don’t know that your style (lovely voice by the way) would transfer into those forms,, but if it did . . . .
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yes yes i am ๐ thank you very very much
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Keep it honest, right on! It’s fun to pretend, but not about who you really are.
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This kicks butt. The writing flows so smoothly along in a stream of consciousness.
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“letโs be a bit ugly, a bit tough, magnificent and rough.” <— YES! another awesome offering, Coco.
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yayyy thanks Stacy
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love it. I love you’re writing style.
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How perfectly lovely! Stay raw, it suits you very well!
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Oh my ๐
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I love the fluidity of your writing ๐
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great line: “letโs not ever resort to counterfeit skin covering up idle organs”
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OMG it’s like you tiptoed into my heart and wrote about my current struggles. This very literally brought tears to my eyes…..beautiful!!
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we are similar. i like the word ‘tiptoed’. such a good word
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I really like this piece. Love, and relationships in general, can be so horribly confusing at times. You captured the essence of this very well.
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Wow. So honest, so raw, so tortured.
Thank you for sharing this piece.
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I’ve been enjoying reading your work so much and can so relate to the passion and pain.
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Hello, Coco — well that rolls off the tongue quite nicely, doesn’t it?
Lovely stream of thought you have here. I enjoy your poetry.
Best,
~ Cara
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I actually liked the short trip through your thoughts! Being a guy it is a very rare occurence when a woman is willing to share that kind of insight into the goings on with rambling, confused, but totally honest (I think?) thoughts as they flash thru the femininesphere of her brain!
Great job, though I still admit to not understanding you all very often!
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It’s too real!
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Figuring out what we want before we’ve made a decision… that’s a tough one, isn’t it. I love this piece… the ribbon of thoughts. Purdy darling.
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Go. Go on writing! ๐
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I’ve had this conversation before. Most times the heart ends up blackened and skewered on a little wooden stick with maybe some vegetables. I welcome your alternative recipe.
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Who are you? Tell me whom Coco J. Ginger is….
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Good question!
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Reminds me of a great “Clash” song, “Should I stay or should I go?”
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This is the second I’ve read. It’s time to comment. Raw comes to mind. Raw like red striated flesh ripped from your imagination. What the hell, I don’t know what I’m saying. It was the heart talking. It is my brain saying I don’t know what I’m saying.
And, this is what wanders in and around and through your prose-poem piece. The the red, fleshy afterbirth (what! I didn’t mean afterbirth — did I, did I?) No, so it is not afterbirth, but more the rational “result” of the brain vs. the heart.
Now I’m gonna be brain-driven, straight. I love the energy, the electricity of your writing. I’ll read more. I want to read more. Thought I would flitter in, leave a “like”, and ever as quickly flitter away and to other things. Instead…
I’m taking residence here for a while. Do you mind? You’ll hardly know I’m here.
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I wish I can write something like that, it was a compelling read. I can feel the emotion flowing through the words.
Keep on writing, please!
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Very beautiful and honest writing! ๐
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This is really strong and powerful …!
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Do you blame me if i want to reblog this too?
You have a way of speaking most womens mind, especially mine!
This was a master piece!
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Reblogged this on Can I Befound? and commented:
Cant make my mind either
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Really raw and honest and such strength in the writing.
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Captures the honest speech of people’s minds
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I think you too like me, write to release yourself from an ocean of emotions. Teehee. Sorry about the sentiment, but I like your writing. The subjectivity makes all of us freaks be able to relate to it. Hug.
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neat stream of consciousness piece, especially this part near the end “counterfeit skin covering up idle organs..” and the next few lines.
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Reblogged this on T!pT0e.
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oh, there it is. Yes, please, all these ugly bits. it’s what i like best about him. All the stupid things that aren’t ever going to work between us. I want to punch him and kiss it better. everyday.
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I’ve read a load of your posts. I dont know if this makes sense but your writing almost speaks itself – thinks itself. It not only has a voice it has a conscience of its own, like its the powering force of itself, not merely you… Its that power behind it that seems to just engulf you as read.
It makes me smile and strive to write like that.
We win, sharing your gorgeous writing with you. Everyday.
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Just awesome!
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If I could turn the page, the time that I’d rearrange….just one day or two
“Fleetwood Mac”
Nice post!.it made Me think of that song for some reason
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It does sound like that. I’ll have to listen to it. Thanks ๐
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I love how this is a poem, but reflects a conversation. I enjoy poems that sound like it could be people talking in real life. just cool. ๐
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Love it .. Do you do one off commissions Coco ??? can we discuss ?
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what do you mean?
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Sounds exactly like a conversation I had. Three days ago. In my head.
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amazing! I love it.
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Awesome! I love the way you have expressed it ๐
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Reblogged this on RosegoldEdit and commented:
Gorgeous talent.
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Hey thanks a bunch ๐
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Wow, once again, I am speechless…
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๐ ๐ ๐ gosh thanks a bunch
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I saw myself in this one, and I felt what you were saying or not saying completely.. Keep writing, your magnetic!
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raw and a bit acidic, love it.
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very straight-from-the-heart! Loved the use of present tense in your writing;drills the point right through
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Really like the end. It gets really simple.
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Oh my god, Miss Ginger! I am so amazed that these rather hurtful expressions can move a man so much. Your writings bring just that little drama in my life to which I can very much relate at the moment, for I suffer from a crushed heart, feeling rejected and alone. Sometimes I wonder if i’m addicted to suffering, as I am constantly pondering on the feelings I experience, getting lost in the bittersweet painful musings of the heart and mind. But the very knowledge that there exists this writer, this most perfect artist, who is so skilled in expressing the hurts and passions that I experience too, the very passions of life itself, and all the hurts that accompany these passions, brings great joy to my heart. The skill and honesty you display in expressing yourself are rare commodities in these times, as people grow cold and distant towards each other. Your work is to be praised and cherised, for your divine gift, and the freely sharing of your innermost thoughts, brings great joy to the people. I, for one, certainly appreciate it.
My regards, Dumu Abzu-a.
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