A 50-Word Story a Day Keeps the Boredom Away – Muses Special: Coco

September 28, 2012 § 14 Comments

Coco was all shook up because she could not find a rhyme for….


September 25, 2012 § 43 Comments

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 eyes not yet adjust?
Is my forgiveness running through you? Knowing your pain I will not digest?
Is my confidence disrupting the girl you  LOVE to HATE  the most?

I hope so.

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Mental Health:

September 25, 2012 § 37 Comments

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? « Read the rest of this entry »

Red and fancy

September 24, 2012 § 15 Comments

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 giddily about her, illuminating her.
When she sweats, she smells of lavender.
When she walks outside in the night, the moon cast a beam on her, moonlighting her path.
When she weeps alone in her bathtub the butterflies about her house flap to shadowy nooks to lament her fate.
When she tosses her hat in the air it always falls back on her head, fittingly.
When she sleeps, faeries sprinkle magic dust on her, to keep her magical.

To conclude, Coco remains an evil poppy!

the boy with a hat

“…i never loved you

September 24, 2012 § 26 Comments

..i never can, i never meant it— i only texted it—it was pretend”.

She sighed. « Read the rest of this entry »

Manhattan Love

September 17, 2012 § 12 Comments

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
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What is love…

September 16, 2012 § 23 Comments

..if not the abandonment of all sanity, all dignity?

Can you really fall in love…

September 15, 2012 § 24 Comments

..with someone you have never met?  <—CLICK

I say YES. If  you are  BOLD. If you are fearless.

What do you say?

Un-fun Mr. Zum :(

September 12, 2012 § 21 Comments

i had a baby, a tar-heart baby, i liked my baby, my tar-heart baby.
i was bright, i was yellow, i was painted in cinnamon cayenne and pleasure. « Read the rest of this entry »

even if it breaks your heart

September 11, 2012 § 31 Comments

If the boy across the hall was real, I would slap him.
He wrote the meanest blog post about me, it’s maddening.
If I ever see him, I will use magic to turn into a vampire, and I will bite him.
He turned our once playful encounters into my worst nightmare disaster. « Read the rest of this entry »

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