jack-r-fehlmann - Hello Poetry

If I could be the lightest note Strummed at the end of a perfect song The message intoned so gentle, so perfect that at times you don't realize when you hum it soft like the sound that moves the mind to sit in silence and be one with sweet sorrow would you still play me? If I could be beautiful and perfect Could you love me enough to share with the world? Or a long forgotten tune some lonely soul once played?

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3d ago

Jun 1, 2026 at 5:06 AM UTC

jack-r-fehlmann

Melody

If I could be the lightest note Strummed at the end of a perfect song The message intoned so gentle, so perfect that at times you don't realize when you hum it soft like the sound that moves the mind to sit in silence and be one with sweet sorrow would you still play me? If I could be beautiful and perfect Could you love me enough to share with the world? Or a long forgotten tune some lonely soul once played?

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7,200. Miles I put behind me to find you distraught and return you safely. So many miles to give that final piece. The only way to find a place beside you and be true to the promise you wouldn't keep. Half spent alone in motion unto unknowns. Thoughts and miles passing. Through and beneath. Questioning my reasons but onward any way. The second half spent beside both in silence and smiling. While hurts were relived and answers heard. You bide time and got home safely unmolested, safe and sent me on my way. No act, no course, no quality in me to return your warmth. And that part in me broke completely. A selfless act doing more damage than good was the act that ruined my ability to believe in love. Not enough. Too much? In the end. Never me. But at least you were okay. Good deeds and love... Separate things.

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3d ago

May 31, 2026 at 7:09 PM UTC

jack-r-fehlmann

What good deeds break.

7,200. Miles I put behind me to find you distraught and return you safely. So many miles to give that final piece. The only way to find a place beside you and be true to the promise you wouldn't keep. Half spent alone in motion unto unknowns. Thoughts and miles passing. Through and beneath. Questioning my reasons but onward any way. The second half spent beside both in silence and smiling. While hurts were relived and answers heard. You bide time and got home safely unmolested, safe and sent me on my way. No act, no course, no quality in me to return your warmth. And that part in me broke completely. A selfless act doing more damage than good was the act that ruined my ability to believe in love. Not enough. Too much? In the end. Never me. But at least you were okay. Good deeds and love... Separate things.

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If only I could be that man in my dreams That man my eyes show me made of better things Reaching for all I want and nothing out of reach Confident and inviting vulnerable never weak ...... I sleep.... I sleep... If only.

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3d ago

May 31, 2026 at 6:36 PM UTC

jack-r-fehlmann

I sleep.

If only I could be that man in my dreams That man my eyes show me made of better things Reaching for all I want and nothing out of reach Confident and inviting vulnerable never weak ...... I sleep.... I sleep... If only.

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It seems as if adrift Holding on to being broken Longing to move on Unable to forgive Trust an abstract notion Scars within that arrest Any thought of connection The one who did this Who does not truly comprehend Things we do have consequences Trust is both a salve, and weapon Damage caused can change us To believe we mean nothing It hearts matter not We were my enough We were discarded We are forgot How does one forgive? When no regard was quartered us So aimless we float When wishing we could drown All alone in the sea of regret Insignificant.

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5d ago

May 30, 2026 at 4:23 PM UTC

jack-r-fehlmann

Insignificant

It seems as if adrift Holding on to being broken Longing to move on Unable to forgive Trust an abstract notion Scars within that arrest Any thought of connection The one who did this Who does not truly comprehend Things we do have consequences Trust is both a salve, and weapon Damage caused can change us To believe we mean nothing It hearts matter not We were my enough We were discarded We are forgot How does one forgive? When no regard was quartered us So aimless we float When wishing we could drown All alone in the sea of regret Insignificant.

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I took this. My choice made By no choice at all No other way It is propper As it should be This weight of knowing To stay and pay homage Treasuring unknown days While my world decays around me Trying to be your steady Whispering okays in secret Praying each time my eyes blur Waiting is what it feels like Inescapable as night and day Crushingly so This is not about me Don't read this that way It's about my sun and stars At that point where daylight falls And the weight of the heavens I fear only what the dawn reveals When you go to join mom When my best friends are untethered And I am left here to fend For myself I am pressed Exactly where I need to be To support and to hold To love you like you have me This weight so great Balances the weight you've always been In my life that you gave me I hope I helped at least in some way As you prepare so I must Shifting this weight onto me So you may rest The rest is waiting. Heavy. Oh so heavy.

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May 26

May 26, 2026 at 1:30 PM UTC

jack-r-fehlmann

The Weight of Waiting

I took this. My choice made By no choice at all No other way It is propper As it should be This weight of knowing To stay and pay homage Treasuring unknown days While my world decays around me Trying to be your steady Whispering okays in secret Praying each time my eyes blur Waiting is what it feels like Inescapable as night and day Crushingly so This is not about me Don't read this that way It's about my sun and stars At that point where daylight falls And the weight of the heavens I fear only what the dawn reveals When you go to join mom When my best friends are untethered And I am left here to fend For myself I am pressed Exactly where I need to be To support and to hold To love you like you have me This weight so great Balances the weight you've always been In my life that you gave me I hope I helped at least in some way As you prepare so I must Shifting this weight onto me So you may rest The rest is waiting. Heavy. Oh so heavy.

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It is a difficult thing; realizing That I most likely will never be Prince Charming. It seems that the fates have plans yet for me? As I sit a half century in never promised Not once picked even by mistake? Define the act of being lonely That is my every day state for months And those turned into years. All pointing at one thought, covered by denile No body wants me. Feel the weight of it. An heart beat, a breath Sick in the pit if your chest Conscious mind reeling As honesty and ego try to work out terms. As much as it hurts it disappoints Myself, my fantasy life tv had promised There will be none of in fact. Problems if ever rarely iron themselves out The world doesn't owe or give one **** about you Pretty girls are cruel unless they need to be Things aren't as they seem Ownership defines all outside appraisal Intelligent, funny, gentle, alluring, kind, nurturing, supportive, honest, hold hands with impossible Yet still, they want every quality, but give nothing in return can walk a ay at any moment And you have your own past as proof Alone you came out into Now is just the waiting until alone that end comes You sit and try to wrap your head around it You are alone. Not sought after. Not wanted Ok. Now what to do with THAT?

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May 24

May 24, 2026 at 7:04 PM UTC

jack-r-fehlmann

Cold Logic

It is a difficult thing; realizing That I most likely will never be Prince Charming. It seems that the fates have plans yet for me? As I sit a half century in never promised Not once picked even by mistake? Define the act of being lonely That is my every day state for months And those turned into years. All pointing at one thought, covered by denile No body wants me. Feel the weight of it. An heart beat, a breath Sick in the pit if your chest Conscious mind reeling As honesty and ego try to work out terms. As much as it hurts it disappoints Myself, my fantasy life tv had promised There will be none of in fact. Problems if ever rarely iron themselves out The world doesn't owe or give one **** about you Pretty girls are cruel unless they need to be Things aren't as they seem Ownership defines all outside appraisal Intelligent, funny, gentle, alluring, kind, nurturing, supportive, honest, hold hands with impossible Yet still, they want every quality, but give nothing in return can walk a ay at any moment And you have your own past as proof Alone you came out into Now is just the waiting until alone that end comes You sit and try to wrap your head around it You are alone. Not sought after. Not wanted Ok. Now what to do with THAT?

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How to love myself? When I don't know what That sort of love looks like? I only know of and from the type That as a parent I hold, as a child I cherished Effortless. Unconditional. Love. Never just for myself. To me that just feels... Off?.. Wrong. Maybe that is just Me? Able to love. Just not be in love A pattern holding. Why not Me?

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May 22

May 22, 2026 at 5:48 AM UTC

jack-r-fehlmann

Why Not Me?

How to love myself? When I don't know what That sort of love looks like? I only know of and from the type That as a parent I hold, as a child I cherished Effortless. Unconditional. Love. Never just for myself. To me that just feels... Off?.. Wrong. Maybe that is just Me? Able to love. Just not be in love A pattern holding. Why not Me?

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As the title reads In fact I do here sit Unable to sleep Unwilling to forget The effects of poor choices Poetically dressed up vices Oddly consistent this Behaving in the in-between here in my downhill years Endless creature so naive Knowing myself like morning But a blink should eyes wink Oh such foolish folly jack Schedule completely bass-ackwards Responsibilities do come calling Yet here again I sit 3 A.M. Doing nothing. Dreading morning.

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May 22

May 22, 2026 at 5:27 AM UTC

jack-r-fehlmann

3 A.M.

As the title reads In fact I do here sit Unable to sleep Unwilling to forget The effects of poor choices Poetically dressed up vices Oddly consistent this Behaving in the in-between here in my downhill years Endless creature so naive Knowing myself like morning But a blink should eyes wink Oh such foolish folly jack Schedule completely bass-ackwards Responsibilities do come calling Yet here again I sit 3 A.M. Doing nothing. Dreading morning.

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Say it. Those sounds that vibrate my inner workings Believe the power Intent carries See it. Outside time space and this place called present Thinking and creating are twins in nature Nurture the person you will become to become he The is as already turned believe Belief. Is everything.

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May 22

May 22, 2026 at 5:10 AM UTC

jack-r-fehlmann

Belief

Say it. Those sounds that vibrate my inner workings Believe the power Intent carries See it. Outside time space and this place called present Thinking and creating are twins in nature Nurture the person you will become to become he The is as already turned believe Belief. Is everything.

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Living the hardest part It is the way things play With time they old and grey Witnessing the many shades Perfection fades more and more The promises we make So difficult to keep We all end up the same Expired and then we go A switch turned off Plug pulled away The gentle greatful few Face a world in new view And the hardest part Is to watch It happen to you I will never have lost so much But for mom. And for you.

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May 17

May 17, 2026 at 1:52 PM UTC

jack-r-fehlmann

Hardest experience

Living the hardest part It is the way things play With time they old and grey Witnessing the many shades Perfection fades more and more The promises we make So difficult to keep We all end up the same Expired and then we go A switch turned off Plug pulled away The gentle greatful few Face a world in new view And the hardest part Is to watch It happen to you I will never have lost so much But for mom. And for you.

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