Entries By Fredda
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spilled
Coffee spilled all over her paper. She watched it as in slow-motion. She saw all he notes vanishing in an instant under the deep brown liquid.
Posted By Fredda On 05.26.2013 @ 10:36 am
casting
lullaby
A sweet lullaby is what she needs. At night, when sleep isn’t coming, at day, when tears keep her from smiling. But the singer seems far away, not ready to sing to her, to keep her in his arms, to love her and be with her forever. So she keeps being lonely in the night and in the day.
Posted By Fredda On 05.19.2013 @ 11:56 am
beer
Oh golden juice, cold and bitter. Beer is somethin you need to get used to, but as soon as you are it’s everything. It’s friendship and past and future and love and music and memory. A promise of summer, a promise of spring, and comfort in winter and a friend indeed.
Posted By Fredda On 05.07.2013 @ 12:30 pm
planter
Oh the planter! Right in the news, very current topic, very disturbing topic. People should not be allowed to plant and trade rare seeds anymore? By law? Well, read your news carefully and check the fine print.
Posted By Fredda On 04.25.2013 @ 11:10 am
magenta
What a coincidence! Magenta is exactly the colour i have to replace. My printer is using all those colours way to fast. Still, the question is: What do i need Magenta for, if I just want to print black? Estupido!
Posted By Fredda On 04.22.2013 @ 4:16 am
branch
She was sitting on top of the tree, legs hanging from one of the thick branches. She felt like a pirate, doing something illegal in this appletree in the frontyard of her parents house. Free and keen. She was a child.
Posted By Fredda On 04.12.2013 @ 11:59 am
vines
Her long straight hairr covered most of her face as she leaned forward and tried to grasp the glass. She giggled and started to think, if she maybe should stop to try as more of the vine would make her even dizzier. A last try and the glas was in her hands. When she looked up and saw the reflection of her young and beautiful self in the mirror, the only thing she saw were her eyes. Drunk and dizzy eyes that looked old and gave her the shocking impression of her own mother.
Posted By Fredda On 04.06.2013 @ 8:20 am
covert
What is covert is not overt to the others. Even if no one sees is, there must be one Person to know and feel, that it is still there, the little secret. Don’t we all covert us? Getting up with a mask, never taking them of until we die.
Posted By Fredda On 03.17.2013 @ 7:11 am
overt
It is overt. As overt as it can be and still I refuse to see it. I’m keeping that hope alive that there is another reason. I guess, my heart does. My mind sees the obvious. Stop
Posted By Fredda On 03.15.2013 @ 2:05 pm
withered
See the withered rose. Trying to become young again and perfect and pretty, because that is all that brings sense to her existence. A withered rose is worth nothing. Go back and be a blossom, that’s the only way you want to be seen, no matter what is inside.
Posted By Fredda On 03.11.2013 @ 11:05 am
also
There was also this little feeling of anxiety when it came to this part of life. I mean, it is what it is and it will come to all of us. The end. But also most of us treat it like something that will never occur and then we’re shocked when we finally have to face it.
Posted By Fredda On 03.09.2013 @ 9:57 am
flat
Home. First word associated with flat. It’s what I see when i look out of the living rooms window. A flat landscape full of green and grey and brown and yellow. Home.
Posted By Fredda On 02.14.2013 @ 9:33 am
sound
That sound is quite noisy and i guess the roommates will be annoyed soon. But what do to? It is not special and it has no eager to be. Awesome, little sound!
Posted By Fredda On 01.19.2013 @ 5:00 am
must
There is a must of being happy, feeling happy, isn’t it? But then go ahead and ask yourself: Why? Or dig even deeper: How? And if you get the how (and this might be goals like making a family, being healthy, achieving some major lifegoals) then you might understand the why: Because the must of being happy givey you hope and that drives the motivation to achieve something.
Posted By Fredda On 01.08.2013 @ 8:27 am
lord
Oh lord, my lord you take the sword you have the power tears like shower
If god, the mighty god, is really a male, we all have to live in betrayal.
Posted By Fredda On 01.05.2013 @ 6:51 am
amount
The perfect amount of time is not what you think or hope or pray for. It is, what it is and you’d rather accept that no one will let you know your personal amount of time, but also no one will tell you what to do with it.
Posted By Fredda On 01.02.2013 @ 1:11 pm
rise
Rise like the morning star, like the sun, like the moon – what do you want to be? It is in your hand, it is your decision. Be a northern star, be the sun, be the moon. Just be. And rise above to be you!
Posted By Fredda On 11.29.2012 @ 12:08 pm
local
He is one of the locals. It is good to know him. He is a native speaker, of course he is. Take his guide, follow him, he is a local and he is one of the good guys.
Posted By Fredda On 11.26.2012 @ 11:51 am
thought
I thought that at the time, we were finally together, we would be together forever. I thought my life couldn’t have been better and then I lost it all. I thought you’d be there from that moment on, forever and ever. I thought I would have been good enough.
Posted By Fredda On 11.18.2012 @ 4:53 am
gone
Once upon a time is gone. The fairytale is over. Reality begins. I´d rather have it here, by my side. Gone. Away. Far. If I´m gone and ever return, will you be there, waiting for me?
Posted By Fredda On 10.12.2012 @ 1:42 pm
before
No hopes, no expectations, no dissappointments. That was before, that was, what i tried. In the end, you gave me all of it. Hopes – i felt so lucky, Expectation – that was even the word used. In the end it all stopped and after hope and expectations of a bright future i only feel dissapointment.
Posted By Fredda On 09.24.2012 @ 1:34 pm
porter
He didn’t look up when i approached the gate, his eyes were still fixed on the screen in front of him and i imagined, that he was watching one of those reality shows. One of those, which everyone tells you is a shame for the country, but still, the porter seems to be very into it.
Posted By Fredda On 08.18.2012 @ 2:05 pm
doorknob
Metallic and old, nearly antique. It’s what I have to touch and use to get to you. Do I dare? Yes, indeed, I do. I will do it! Nothing can hold me back! I reach out my hand, getting tensed and eventually anxious and then I hear a cough behind the door. A cough that sounds like a “no”. Okay then, I’ll just leave.
Posted By Fredda On 07.13.2012 @ 11:21 am
turbine
The wind blew and was finally strong enough to get the turbine rotating. Sybill was quietly sitting on the little wooden bench and watching the huge wings moving. She calculated the produced energy and smiled, it was finally enough to turn the A/C on again.
Posted By Fredda On 07.09.2012 @ 1:05 pm
modem
ping, ping, ping, brrrr, ping, ping, ping. Finally, connected. Let’s see if I have an answer from my new chatfriend from last night’s locus chat. Ah no, hm, maybe any news in the hp forum? Oh yes, but now mum wants to use the phone, dammit!
Posted By Fredda On 07.05.2012 @ 10:11 am
distributor
Here, take this. You’ll need it. Next one! Oh, it’s you again. Already broke up with her, huh? Your heart needs a plaster, here take it. Next one! Ah, you look really sad! Lost your job? Here, take some chocolate. Give it to the girl you’ll meet at the train station, her father will have a job for you. Next one!
Posted By Fredda On 06.26.2012 @ 1:48 pm
seeds
Oh, what seeds may i have sowed? What is it, that makes you the center of it all? A seed, so fragile and pure, might be gone in a moment.
Posted By Fredda On 06.24.2012 @ 12:04 pm
chat
it was easy to chat. you’d always find a topic to make fun about and to laugh about and to forget, what was really on your mind.
Posted By Fredda On 06.09.2012 @ 2:54 am
