FritztheFallen

A Spotlight searching through the dark sea of night, looking for the soul that lies hidden. The eye only finds the mirror’s cold gaze staring back with the same blinding intensity. It finds its own soul. A harsh resonating feeling, made sound. Pulled from the reflection of that cold, crystalline pool. It is unsettling. That so silent, so peaceful moment could be interrupted by that one, tiny, insignificant mirror. It is disturbed by its own soul. So pale and cutting, and for a moment within that reflection, It is REAL. It is tangible. It is necessary. Without this Spotlight’s gaze, Without this hallow soul that can cut thro

The church feels so alive at Christmas. It pulses, with a warmth that doesn’t happen but once a year. The snow falls softly muffling the noises of the world outside, making the cold stone walls ring with the sounds of joyous music. People gather at this holy ground for the celebration of Christ’s birth. They open the red doors, adorned with holly wreathes, and are greeted in one of the small foyers where coats are often hung and snow covered boots strewn aside. Many people carried brown paper wrapped packages, or thermoses filled with hot chocolate. Some carried shoes, fathers carried their daughters, and sons walked hand in hand

Falling stars cover the ground. They turn my colourful world white. A blank canvas filled with glittering celestial bodies. They lay next to each other, Empty and hollow devoid of life, Yet filled with emotion. They blanket the world in cold warmth. Nestled into their warm pine beds, Waiting for the crisp, silent world to light up. To be washed in the pale reds, oranges, and lavenders of dawn. Joining in the ritual of the ancient season. Curling up to stare at the heavens. The stars stop falling, Exposing the eyes of unremembered gods. We forget what the world looks like, Where the lake is, the forest line. The boundaries we set up vanish

Her hair smells of rain, And her skin of sleep. The softness in the curve of her neck beckons to me “Come closer, love me.” I know not of love, or hate. I remark on her beauty causing her to frown. She wants to hear of how I care for her, And how she will be the one to be besides me for eternity. Her soft breathing is church, Her movements are religion. She does nothing without meaning, Love is her reasoning. I do not know what she calls out for at night, Her hands reaching for some unknown light. I want her to call to me and ask for anything. The smell of sleep enraptures me, Words do not break the Earth’s crust Only sh

Petals fall kissing the grass softly. They know not what has lead them to the ground, Only that it is loving and welcoming. Time passes and the petals turn to mush. Rain comes in off the sea washing away the color of the world, Baptizing it into a world of grey. The colorful flowers now passed in seasons long gone. They have fallen to something that they love and have taken pride in it. Their lasting imprint can be found in the lasting buds of the next spring.

I told them I would be famous one day. The teachers who looked down on me, The babysitter who wouldn’t listen, The kids in my class who sneered and mocked me. And here I am. Eternally frustrated in not getting what I want. Watching all the people who were better off than me get that easy ride. I’m screaming internally but refuse to let others hear. They’d win if they heard. No one thinks of me as a person, Or if they do they don’t let on to it being that way. I’m just another obstacle in someone’s path. Something to be used for an uneasy victory. I am what is left. Left behind while understanding that

I saw her. Lavender umbrella, Dark waist coat, Pale skin and glinting eyes hidden under midnight locks. She was staring at me as I passed The boots seemed a bit excessive since there was no rain But there would be. It was only for a moment that I saw her As I passed by heading inside the small complex where I reside. It was all it took, Just a glance to sum up her story; She was waiting for the rain. Her galoshes said she believed in happiness that only the rain could bring Rainbow stripped and shiny new she waited. The rain came later that night. Gentle at first then a big storm Roaring wind that fell trees like a sword against giants.

If you could find me in the darkness, Where there is only a stream of light pouring through a window, The bones of my cell stealing me away to shadows, Boredom is what makes up my cage… To follow the river of light, To escape the prison I have fallen into, To make the darkness become light again, To appease the boredom with mindless games such as this, Would be great…

Fi ouy loduc dinf em ni het rkessnad, Ehrew reeht si lony a mertas of gtlih ouripng rhthoug a niwodw, Het esonb of my lelc telaings em yaaw ot dowssha, Remodob is hatw skeam pu ym gace... Ot wololf het verir of ghitl, Ot epsace the snoirp I vahe lalenf niot, To keam het kranessd mecoeb ghtil ainag, Ot peaseap het ordeomb thiw indlesms semga hucs sa hist, Doulw eb retag...

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