Marie Fritz

Here to strengthen my creativity muscles and better my writing skills | Open to feedback, always looking to improve!

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Marie Fritz

Here to strengthen my creativity muscles and better my writing skills | Open to feedback, always looking to improve!

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An Amber Man

Marie Fritz

1 min read

You might have heard of him, this six foot tall man with his dark leather hat tipped way down to obscure his eyes. Only a prominent, pointy nose emerging from that shadow but you knew those eyes were amber. What other color should fit such a man?

He roamed the desert that he called home, golden sands ebbing and flowing around that tattered poncho woven from the fine fibers of his homeland. It was...

The Soul in Flight

Marie Fritz

1 min read

Ruffled feathers

Taloned feet

Hooked to the phone line

Gray skies above mirror heavy traffic below

Everyone sitting, waiting, unmoving

A chilly breeze urges open wings

The common bird takes flight

Over the city where lights are the stars

And the sky is black

Over the bridge that holds cars like ants

And the roof is their sky

Over the homes dotted white and gray

And the sky behind glass

Then dark...

Poetry

Just a Sunday

Marie Fritz

1 min read

It’s a Sunday, it’s a Sunday, it’s a Sunday. Just a regular Sunday with the dread of work on Monday. A Sunday where I’ll clean the bathroom, like I do every Sunday. The end of the weekend where I finish up my chores that I pushed aside on Saturday. It’s the day where I sit on the carpeted floor, even though the two cushion couch is perfectly empty, and I’ll watch the sunspot crawl across the groun...

Window Watcher Meets Winter Walker

Marie Fritz

1 min read

Crocheted scarf from 2019,

Lips smothered in Vaseline,

Empty trees reach out to dreary skies,

Winter chill squeezes her thighs,

Soaked socks from piles of slush,

Walk back home in a rush,

Streetlight illuminates the falling snow,

Window let’s in an amber glow,

Snuggled in heaps of sheets,

While snow decorates the streets,

A girl below wrapped in a scarf of red,

While she sips hot chocolate in her...

To Nicholas Farnet

Marie Fritz

1 min read

Dear Nicholas,

It seems so formal writing your full name, and maybe that’s why I chose to write it that way. You’re probably wondering why I’ve wrote you this letter. Or why I’m even reaching out to you after it’s been so long. And hopefully you’re not freaking out that I still have your address taped to the inside of my kitchen cabinet. It’s just that I’m bad at keeping tidy. You know I’v...

Annoyed in Florida

Marie Fritz

1 min read

Stupid Florida. Stupid 17 hour long drive to this humid place. What was even the point? The home they had left was perfectly fine. It had all the essentials she needed; soft couch cushions, a wide perch by the window for bird watching, and endless bowls of tuna water. Sure, the dog’s bathroom routine was inconvenienced by the snow, but Ginger failed to see why that was her problem.

She sat in her...

This Same Lonely Event

Marie Fritz

1 min read

Swallow, it’s all I could do in the moment. No, wait, even that was hard to manage with the large lump in my throat. The pulse of my neck beat rapidly as if trying to escape the situation and leave me behind.

Hidden from their view, I stand just outside the building entrance. My body has become a fixed point on Earth. Warm light emanates from the bar, bringing with it the cheerful sounds of my wo...

I’ve Been Hanging

Marie Fritz

1 min read

Off the coast of Delta Blue

My hands have been here

At the edge of something new

Hanging on for years

Behind me lay tragic skies

The life I have known

Sea below crashes and cries

Where I felt alone

My fingers clutch a new life

A promise of change

But what if it brings me strife?

Scared of feeling strange

Weathered hands resemble stone

The past holds my pain

The future brings things unknown

Fore...

Two Giant Dogs and Me

Marie Fritz

3 min read

I come to with my head leaned down and hands wrapped around a wheel. The brain fog and slight headache make me groan, and all I can do is stare at what’s directly in front of me. Light pink? It’s the first color my eyes pick up on as they adjust to the light. No doors? My legs feel exposed in the vehicle seat I woke up in. I’m not in a car, but a go-kart!

Fully awake now, I look at my surroundin...

This Time’s Different

Marie Fritz

1 min read

Last time, my stomach became a black hole

A solid mass so apparently large

My world pulled to its center

It fell

Though my body stayed in bed

This time, my stomach is a steady boat

A resolute ship on choppy waters

My world notices the breeze

It sails

While my body dreams onward...