Your Name

November 6, 2018 § 21 Comments

Coffee steams from my cup and I remember how much I love to write, how I have always loved writing, how I have always written, except… for the times the adversary came to my side whispering lies. Lies like, you aren’t worthy, you aren’t good enough. You should live in the manner society has taught you. You should want success that materializes in dollar signs. You are only as much as you make, and the amount you are praised. That’s what that man I used to know told me too— he said I would never be worthy until I was a queen, a queen who was known by her status, just as he. And I believed him. Because the adversary was by my side whispering lies, using this man to create chaos and confusion inside me, trying to break apart the design the Creator had given me when He first formed me in my mother’s womb. But the Creator, El Emet, the God of truth, he has something different to say about me. He calls me his masterpiece, he calls me brand new, he calls me friend, he calls me a new creation, he calls me set free. He says I am chosen, I am accepted, I am forgiven, I am complete, I am beloved.

You must stop waiting for perfection, he says, you must pick up the pen and begin, I will give you the words as I have given you the gift. And so I write. As coffee steams and my mind is overun with passion; joy and utter peace because I have been given a new name. And no one can call me by my old names, by my sins, or my past, because I am brand new, I am a new creation, I am his treasured possession and he has given me a new song to sing, Psalms 40:3.

I have spent my whole life believing lies the world has told me about who I am.
But not today— Today, I am a child of God, I am heir to a kingdom, I am set free, I am greatly loved, I am adopted, I am his workmanship, I am complete. The devil calls me by my sins, but not El Emet, the God of truth, he calls me by name and he says, YOU ARE MINE.
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Manipulate You

October 22, 2015 § 72 Comments

tumblr_myilh1kaT31sic2wro1_500MANIPULATE YOU BY COCO J GINGER

You should date a girl who reads.

March 26, 2014 § 28 Comments

girl reading _ coco j ginger _ courting madness
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

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Before

December 5, 2013 § 11 Comments

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERABefore Coco J. Ginger

A Wish

December 2, 2013 § 90 Comments

20080310-girl-staring-out-windowA Wish_ Coco J. Ginger

Funnier

November 7, 2012 § 5 Comments

“Everything is funnier in retrospect,
funnier and prettier and cooler.
You can laugh at anything from far enough away.”  —Chuck Palahniuk

the white noise…

August 27, 2012 § 22 Comments

 ..in his heart, the sum of all his colors

       —the metronome to which he beat

                                                 [was she].

A 50-Word Story a Day Keeps the Boredom Away

August 18, 2012 § 20 Comments

Guest Post Special #4 Coco J. Ginger.

Light (my poem of happy)

August 12, 2012 § 48 Comments

Can I not breathe without you? Can I not dream without you?

I feel weightless- I’m dressed in silk
The suffocating wool has disappeared
I’m wearing yellow with lace and frills
My smile is white; my tongue dances behind each word
I leap from hour to hour
I dance without a stage
There is no audience
no judge
no costume or masks to be seen
I sing aloud
There is no danger of a flat note or a harmed ear
All the risks have been taken
Allowing me room to fly
Can I not breathe without you? Can I not dream without you?
I finally live
I am fully alive
Each finger composing an inexperienced song
A new life
I sing so readily, so decidedly
Is it true?
Is it fair to feel so warm?
Is this sunlight really all my own
May I bask beneath this joy?
Can I run without a guide?
Each bar that held me in place
Each brick that kept me cold
Has left
I seem to be alone
Alone in the glory of this new light
This new place
It is mine
It is all mine
I fear he needs me
I fear he needs my hand for strength
But my feet are swift
My limbs resist
The fatal temptation to re-track
To my prison
To my past
Eyes are bright
Salt tears have formed a castle
Which is a learned satisfaction
I see an orange up in a tree
I want it
So I take it
I taste it
It brings me pure delight
Small satisfaction
Little interactions of what now
does matter
Can I not breathe without you? Can I not dream without you?
I linger in this rain
I feel so overwhelmed with
Each splash
The puddles are forming fast
This moment soon will pass
I must make the most of each drop
Exploding on the slipping street
There are no words for this joy
A fresh tear fills my eye
Who am I
To deserve this second chance at life?
All my fears are not overcome
But my life has just begun
Can I not breathe without you? Can I not dream without you?
No-
So
I walk past you and find
Life after death
A fresh breath
A new scent
An awakened smile
I realize
I never knew how to live
I could never dance like this before
And everything I held so dear
Has slowly faded away
Can I not breathe without you? Can I not dream without you?
I raise my eyes towards the sky
My hands are open wide
My heart begins to pursuit
The depths of all this passion
I can barely regain my stature
I am left startled and changed
Things will never be the same
And as my height transforms
I say
Thank you
You gave me courage to breathe without
You taught me how to dream without
And without
I am offered what I once did doubt
And finally
I am ready to be

just because she’s breakable…

August 11, 2012 § 23 Comments

..does not mean she’s broken  (that fighting little fool, that queenly lass of rebel rules, that darling goddess of wicked words, that loyal lover of Fairy Tale worlds).

Her beauty rests, her mind it rests, her heart surrenders; her body smiles while she slumbers (that gifted girl, that priceless devil, that fearless fiend).

Goodnight, goodnight, she falls down under  (she’s hanging free, at liberty).

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