November 22, 2015 § 10 Comments

tumblr_n3jjejibSP1r238sko1_500SKIN BY COCO J GINGER

The Boy Who Cried Wolf

January 28, 2015 § 10 Comments

3297ec28f0f2bf77fad2cc504026d47dTHE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF BY: Coco J. Ginger

The Man Who’s Only Purpose Was to Inspire My Art

July 21, 2014 § 7 Comments

PHOT-AnkZHURAVLEVA-500-H-15What if,
every encounter we ever had
was for my art?
What if,
your only purpose on earth—the only fame you would receive—
was to be my muse, inspiring me to mania?

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Who is John Galt?

October 7, 2012 § 14 Comments

“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 Palahniuk


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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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 »


June 18, 2012 § 55 Comments


i get cold, so i walk outside, you won’t leave, you follow behind, the ghost of your death it lingers in me, i stay away—and still you find me. you live in blood, you talk through veins, sometimes at night, my fingers can’t be tamed, they think about you, they start to cave, they can’ t sit still while you keep coming round me. They click along, they swerve their course, they make me crazy, they make me hoarse, i want to sleep, they keep me standing, i want to leave, but  there’s no abandoning– you’re in my blood spreading through my heart— pumping me numb.       you were an artist, and you were brilliant, your ivy league scholarships, your world could have been perfect. but fame didn’t suit you, you  compromised, a renegade rebel,     you gave me your eyes. and i don’t blame, no sir i don’t—i just wanted to come with. it’s all i’ve ever wanted —to be by your side, because you are my heart my head my spine-you are the beat thumping through every line, and that’s why i write–it’s the only time we can be side by side. Dear John Gilbert, I know you’re great, and though you failed me, you left a trace. the train is coming, we call her Dagny—it’s time you head  back….  admit defeat and let me be lonely. i want to be lonely. Crayola wax—what’s left of your handsome devastating (i know deep down somewhere you adored me couldn’t live without me- i was the face that kept your body pumping, acknowledging life and flowing, even though you didn’t live long enough to hold me, explode your rage beauty and grace towards me. forgot to mention you love me, left without realizing how much your absence would haunt me….) face and story.

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