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Jack R Fehlmann Apr 2015
I am a man, made to look
Memories splinter and fracture
Glass in a window,  brittle
Falls to pieces crashing down
Places,  spaces therein between
Beneath they are crushed
Made smaller and countless
Rushed and carried all over
By busy feet do they arrive
Where peddles golden blooming
Bursting brilliance into heaven
Above us is always blue
Clear,   forever, ending
Jack R Fehlmann Apr 2015
You can make me look
You made me look
I will not lie or refuse you
Do need,  do you want me to?
So certain aren't you?
So make me look at you.
I will,  but one thing before you do.
It might be just this once.
I could learn this trick if I do
And if I do,  I'll steal it from you
You'll never hold this gaze again
Will have to stare at me hoping
I choose to look back at you
You won't blink,  if you do...
Now this could mean I never do
Honestly,  I've seen my share of you
The ones that feed off of the needs
Of those willing, or too clueless
To only need or ask or force another
Though they may be the one
Afraid to blink and only wishing
Fully intending to take from then forget
Jack R Fehlmann Apr 2015
they were right
those that have suffered through it
the first night is the hardest
so I've heard
so I've learned
All nights are, can be
difficult, painful for certain
when surrounded by familiar
in the house, now so quiet
Erie, one less pillow,
empty closet now,
one less blanket
and time alone, so badly unwanted
it was to yourself and in the dark
" I did not want this. "
the first night, is.
The worst, the hardest.
found this in a bunch of stuff from way back and felt it all over the way I did back then even though I've made my peace with it. meaningful poems can do that!
Jack R Fehlmann Mar 2015
This end i fear is too soon impending,
The word has been given that my only means to Becoming the Saint I've crafted so carefully,  minding the smallest of details sets my art of misleading befriending double talking in another league,  another plane of existence, I'm the flame dancing upon the smoldering coals like yours.
Huhb
Jack R Fehlmann Mar 2015
when i slip off into... sleep
                           she pours in and over, throughout
ink in water.
Jack R Fehlmann Mar 2015
I Don't Know If You Know This...
I steal from your Holdings,
Little looks here and then
between
looking for you
and looking elsewhere
Lest you hold in those eyes
Entirely my wants
And yet again, this heart
Love...
By point of light
and bathed in generous color
Finding your eyes
whilst unaware and smiling
Amazing.
These,  my secreted plunder
Stay very real and Tangible
To my dreams when drifting
Reason waking,  to be more love
And to tell you daily
One hundred,  more,  constantly
I don't know if you know this,
I love you completely
frozen and at a loss
again,.. amazing
Work in progress...  To my love Suzy...
Jack R Fehlmann Feb 2015
Frequent?    
                         Yes.
      The times        I                am
                      alone.
Writing,
       ­  my fleeting feelings.
My pugnant  emotions.

Thinking     of     new      ways,...
          Dreaming     up      old         things...
If,....        Only,......      
This pen could Scream!..  
                      Reasons        I           Am....

                             ME?

As      I       am,...
         caught up,
                       drawn in,
again     and     again,...
                           and        again,...
                                            ­             and?..
                         Again.

Me.                        Unexplained.
how to write about myself, at moments of torment and emotional reasons to write it down, or post it to the world, or,
to myself,...  curious things.
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