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#1 Nov 26, 2012
Magic doesn't exist
by Rachel Fini

I used to be so happy
So carefree
What happened to that little girl I called me?
Her beautiful brown hair
Those sparkling grey eyes
She is the same, but she has no inside
Reality ruined her
It stained the perfect innocence
It ripped her soul from her body
And spat her out
Screaming in pain
She is broken
She cries to the skies
In pain as she is dragged
Into the dark pit
For help she screams
Her voice shattering the perfect silence
No one hears her
No one hears her cries
The swirls of pinks and blues and yellows
That once were her
Have become a dark mess of grays
Drab colors that mean nothing
She is alone
She can see the perfect truth
Her fantasies are gone
She knows there is no magic to live for
Everything is real
Magic isn't real
She knows how it works
You must stay hidden
And the world will not care
The world will see her, bound to the wall
In her shackles and chains
That hold her back
Keeping her away from her dreams
It will say
She is perfect
She has been torn apart
She knows there is no magic
She is fixed
She is darkened
She knows of the cruelty
She is alone
She can no longer live for anyone
It can see the tears in her eyes
That mean she is broken
It will turn away
It will move on
And find another victim
Someone happy and cheerful
Colorful and gorgeous
It will ruin her, too.
Those beautiful children who live beautiful lives
It will kill them, too
On and on it goes
leaving only the ones who don't deserve to live alive
But only when the world has its back turned
Does the little girl speak quietly
Her dirtied face
looking up to the bright sky
In hope
In desperation
The sky she longs for
But cannot reach
I think I'm still here
I think I still remember
What I was like
I was happy once
I think there is still magic, maybe
It just might find me
And carry me away from this horrible place
And when it does
I will be ready
I will be ready to love again
And sparkle again
And be that happy little girl who believed in fantasies
But then the world looks back
It's horrible shadow thrown against her
She sees it's face
It's horrible, gnarled face
And she is silenced
She must be real
That can't happen
There is no magic
She will live this horrible life forever
She will always be this lonely
But one tiny spark of hope
In the very corner of her mind
Still believes in this fantasy world
Still hopes it will get brighter
believes in that magic
Still tries to escape the chains
Keeping her in this prison
And one day
That tiny spark of hope
Slowly starts to take over
It spreads to every inch of her
And shines inside out
So when the world looks back
To see if she is still broken
It will be surprised
She is sparkling
No no no!
It says, tearing her down
She cannot escape
Forever they fight
That little girl crying tears of desperation
As the claws and horribleness rip at her clothes and tear at her face
Blood drips to the floor
She is no longer glowing
She slowly sinks to the ground
Her chains appear again
The light that was there is gone
She is dark again
Her eyes
Once so full of life
Glaze over and reveal the blackness
Inside her poor, defeated self
A crumpled heap
That no one loves
Her ragged chest
Trembling up and down
Begging for air
She could have lived
she could have loved
she could have been happy
But the world can't have that
She is a freak
That is why she lives this life
She dared to be different
She dared to be herself
And look what happened
Watch her broken body
Weep as she dreams
Of what she almost had
That spark is gone
She can't do it anymore
It will never happen
She will never be happy
She just has to accept the fact
That all that false hope was wrong
And that the world was right
There is no magic
Living is worth nothing
So she curls up as one last tear
Rolls down her bloodied face
And her heart
Once so alive with laughter
Stops
And gives away to the world
So it can add it
To its horrible collection
Of broken hearts
Once so full of magic
But silly me,
Magic doesn't exist
Mark Rosenkranz

Los Altos, CA

#2 Nov 28, 2012
October 25, 2012 Right now I am watching my beautiful wife running hand in hand with her son to pre school. How beautiful they are in our LordÂ’s heart. As I am watching her run, I am reminded how she is running to and with God each and everyday. I am so blessed to have a woman that loves Jesus with the essence of her soul. Her walk continues to grow and grow for the glory of our Lord Jesus Christ. Thank you Jesus for blessing me with her. She is my beautiful wife. I love my wife.

Mark Rosenkranz

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