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Weekend Writings #8

Weekend Writings #8

I have this reoccurring nightmare/daydream/vision or whatever about getting into a car wreck and killing the love of my life that is sitting in the passenger seat. I don't know how to get this to go away forever, but it has been quite awhile since I've had it (probably because I haven't been on the look for a significant other for quite some time). This has stopped me from being the driver in a lot of meetings with friends because I don't know if it going to come true, but I know I don't want it to. I wouldn't want to live with knowing that the love of my life died because of me. This piece reflects the thoughts that I would be experiencing if it were to come true. 

When we're together,
What do you think?
You're always wondering,
like you're sitting on a deck above the bay.

Do you wonder if I am worth it?
Worth the pain that you take everyday?
Well now, 
that is your choice not mine.

Walking on the boardwalk,
Better scenery, but still louder.
But it doesn't bother you,
Grabbing the edge,
looking out to the horizon.

Do you want to be free?

At the amusement park,
we're stuck on a roller coaster.
Everyone else is freaking out,
but you,
you just sit there,
with the calmest expression on your face,
looking out to the sky.

Do you want to fly away?

Sunset comes,
laying on the beach,
holding hands.
You turn to me,
you say,
"To me, there be no other, than you.
To you, I hope I am the one,
for you make me feel alive.
You take me to places only imaginable in my dreams,
but, in my dreams,
we aren't who we are.
We are birds flying away
over the endless sea,
flying towards the sunset."

Those were your last words.
We crashed our car later that night.
I wasn't there to protect you,
I am sorry, 
but it wasn't my fault,
just another drunk driver.

My tears will end soon, 
but you will never leave me heart.
Just like your last thoughts were of me,
I will make my last thoughts of you.

PAX East Travels

PAX East Travels

Weekend Writings #7

Weekend Writings #7