Casper Fitzgerald

Dreaming my dreams and singing songs from another time.

Writings

Followers

Following

Casper Fitzgerald

Dreaming my dreams and singing songs from another time.

Writings

Followers

Following

Hazel

Casper Fitzgerald

1 min read

His eyes are soft. The lighting of day changes their appearance vividly. Under the warmth of the sun, they glow gold like honey. With an overcast, his iris takes on a greenish hue.

He does not have the eyes of a killer.

Yet, in the dark. They’re like two black mirrors catching and holding the smallest glimpse of light. Cold and despondent....

Horror

Crime

Holding On To Let Go

Casper Fitzgerald

1 min read

I struggled in your absence

You flourished in yours

What was left to me, was the end of my rope

And so I tied a knot and held on

The thread cut into me

The blood ran down my extended arms

There was nothing beautiful about the crimson painting me

The beauty found was in my resistance

A voice spoke to me, “don’t you dare give up”

A voice that mirrored my own

And soon my feet touched solid ...

Poetry

Drama

Suds And Bubbles

Casper Fitzgerald

1 min read

I wish I had a needle sharp enough to burst through this empty shell

I want to get out of my own skin

Can you really say you love me?

I’m not someone to respect

Tired and lazy

I want to wake up but

I can’t sleep

It’s only closing my eyes

Maybe living in a nightmare is still living the dream...

Poetry

Depression, I Hate You

Casper Fitzgerald

1 min read

Another appointment. A second opinion. Yet it all keeps coming back the same. They say I’m healthy, I’m still young. Just pushing 30 years old, “you’re still in your prime!”

But how is this my prime? When I feel the lowest I’ve ever been. When dark of night is stretched thin into the glow of twilight, another restless night. When my appetite shrinks into nothing. My focus, now dull. I’ve grown de...

Howdy, Stranger

Casper Fitzgerald

1 min read

Back then, things weren’t too strange between us strangers. We were grifters. Traveling one town to another in search for work. Gold mines, farmhands. Hell, even the role of barhand. But what we were really looking for wasn’t work. It was trouble. Any time those saloon doors swung open was like the tumbling of a slot machine you’d find on one of them fancy river boats out east. Always hoping it wa...

Drama

Western

Not Yet

Casper Fitzgerald

1 min read

Not yet

But we have both been waiting so long

We laid beneath the stars in the sky

Burning strong

With an intensity which envied the sun

And so the sun came up and told the stars they had shined enough on this night

Yet, one star remained to shine until the twilight shone way into dawn

“Not yet,” said this final star....

Poetry

Romance

Shooting Stars

Casper Fitzgerald

1 min read

Streaks of fire are falling from the sky

Sirens wail in the distance

Our car is alone on this highway

Pulled to the shoulder of the road

My hand placed upon yours

The sights of war we shall endure...

Poetry

Ocean Blue

Casper Fitzgerald

1 min read

I am a beauty to be seen. Shimmering, shining. Churning, restless. I am a slave to the phases of the moon. Within consists countless monsters of the deep; leviathans, and gentle giants, too.

What I take, I will never give back. And what life I give, I will always take back.

I exist in seven bodies. I am every shade of green and blue. Under the night sky we meet at the horizon line and blur toget...

On Searching For Ghosts…

Casper Fitzgerald

1 min read

The bathroom mirror tends to fog, and when it does I can see the faint impression of sweet-nothings your finger carved through the mist.

When I find myself in a crowded place I can’t help but to scan over everyone to find your face.

Even when it comes to ordering a coffee, I order it just the way you liked it. I am desperate for what your lips once tasted.

Should I hear your first name out of t...

Poetry

The Scars On Our Hearts

Casper Fitzgerald

1 min read

It’s a shame when you think of it like this

When water rounds off rocks and wind carves through canyons

We are two forces working against one another

If I stand to keep my feet planted where we are then you will take away pieces of who I am

But, it’s been awfully nice being with you in the light of the moon, bearing the stars in our eyes with the scars on our hearts...

Poetry