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Jack R Fehlmann Jan 2019
To lay my torn up hands
Upon the porcelain past
Cold against the callouses

All but within my chest

Broken glass is the time we had
Grains of sand falling always
our words shifting too fast

lonesome, knowing approaches

Where hindsight provides
The vastness embued by when
Here in a now unwanted

All but in my chest unnoticed

Borrowing tears from better versions
While choking on the words I use
Dreams hold more weight certainly

These hours I stay tragically on then
Far off and away days feel and echo in

Any but this person I spoil my nights with
Nonfunctioning and spilkjngly incoherent
94 · Nov 2018
Todays Eyes Caused
Jack R Fehlmann Nov 2018
Awakened daylight demanding
Fresh eyes face life yet accepted
Better the unknown horizons
To ease the dreams just left
Though hurt lingering remains
Seemingly forever mine caught
By practiced smile though thin
Called upon when needed
Thoughts did not tame ruin dreams
Answering each occasion I fall
To awaken hoping to exercise these
Demons and lay this pain
Lively and open owning broken
As I am imperfect and ashamed
Today's eyes caused temporary relief
From the dreams loss causes
In secret and uninvited
92 · Nov 2018
But Its Beating
Jack R Fehlmann Nov 2018
I do believe we are even
Even as we balk about *******
The evidence is screaming
And words do little to camouflage
Disrespect as they implicate
This loss of decency is quiet
Abusing the trusting fool
upon the hearts of good men
Just the tender parts are eaten
So scars build in the empty spaces
Scars taste bitter and so too those men
Come upon the realization
In this type of heated conversation
Where voices raised are laced
Disbelief, comprehension, frustration
Weaving into acceptance and loss
Swearing not to be fooled again
Heart won't last, nothing left...
but it's beating
92 · Jun 2021
The Trick Is
Jack R Fehlmann Jun 2021
If I am to carry on through
Eye to eye with cruel nature
And intentional less caring
Found as is the case
I will call upon a trick
Using it to a brilliantly
Defensively of course, mainly
Who could be offended by my smiling?
Choosing to enjoy my day today.
92 · Oct 2021
Terrible mind
Jack R Fehlmann Oct 2021
Stares they seem to touch me
Brush against my hardened shield.
I no longer fail to confront them
I know if I turn they won't be there
At times I start to worry for my mental health
Cause countless times I felt a fool
Paranoid dispite no proof
My eyes would never cease
to scrutinize the room
The person present besides me
Was always different and nobody I knew
These times I might have been paralyzed
Or chose to up and run back home
In the darkness was the safety of my room.
My lonely life, was still my terrible truth
If was crazy then just maybe I should not
Submit the eyes to my demise.  
But when you're crazy, please tell me
How to know the truth?
I feel the eyes.  Or maybe I've come too have a ***** loose?
91 · Feb 2021
I would.
Jack R Fehlmann Feb 2021
I would indeed climb the highest
To step willingly with faith to the void beneath.

I would for you, face the east
To win the west.

Place myself against the fates
To prove this that aches within

I would loose the need to be, to do
Unraveling the very fabric of the man beneath.

If only and only for the favor of you
I would, and have continued

For all I do I would redouble my promise
To you and for us I would.
91 · Sep 2021
Cycle of Abused Uses
Jack R Fehlmann Sep 2021
Put to flame
Melted
Changed for abuse
Taken in, to be let out
Used to get through it
put through unclean waters
where a little still remains
invisible solution
to motivate an escape
left to air and found again
desperate and at hand
funneled to the tool
to kiss a flame
less but more than nothing
this cycle of abused use
continues until new
then to be put through this
again, and again, and again.
89 · Jul 2020
3600
Jack R Fehlmann Jul 2020
So many miles
When you needed me
As closure now I sit alone
Only the scent of you
To remind
that it was real
I wasn't dreaming
I'm a melting *** of feelings
This time
I am smiling
I let the weight free
So long beneath
which I held Exercised
The long felt anguish
Confessed undeniable
Still unreturned
and more so undeserved
Because it is right
Less and inside
The design of making
To do and accept denial
Because I am loyal
and I a fool
know no other way
Only that of you
But this fault of mine
Clear signs and good reasons
overlooked and embarassing
Infuriating, unnervinly
Set aside hurt.
Eyes drying saying
I came because
Because to do so might
To do so,...
was right
not mine this folly
being unwanted
only foretelling the direction
Of you, you set out
Chose to go once more
I the shadow
The loss
I, once more
The saddest
I, won't go
Will not follow.


3600 miles of laughing, crying and now your path again shows
That you prl
89 · Jan 2021
And Yet, I Cannot
Jack R Fehlmann Jan 2021
Across this system
And back

From such a place
Few ever know

To You freely given
Unconditional

And yet, I cannot
Know again

Ever.
89 · Nov 2021
How I cling to
Jack R Fehlmann Nov 2021
Melancholic
How I cling to
Forever far off
Farther behind you
Where words cannot
My eyes try
Denied my heart
And foolishly still I
Cling to the wish
How I miss you.
89 · Jun 2021
The Right Words
Jack R Fehlmann Jun 2021
If I could be the words
That you read
That
Make you see
These truths
And cause a want
In you
What but the words
I too often profess
I'd write it
Again.
89 · Nov 2021
Jack
Jack R Fehlmann Nov 2021
Will I? Love.

As once I had
Fallen?

It is into these pools
of light collected
I come to know myself
The thoughts.
Never confessed.

Jack changed.

But just once
Devastated.

Ill equipped this heart.
A cruel keeper.

So still.
As are my chances.

Jack changes
From the currents
That purpose favor.

To walk with me.

Moments of unspoken.

Body moves my unwavering
Sense of nothingness.
88 · May 2019
The Killer's Gift
Jack R Fehlmann May 2019
At the moment of death
Might the victim look upon
The Killer's face finding there
An Angels love, in eyes of mercy?
Feeling joy perhaps, as last breath
Resulting by acts carried out prior?
Perhaps upon the escaping breath,
Whispered from dead lips then
Translated by the only ears to hear
Is joy, understanding and greatfulness
To a mind of the psychopath?
88 · Oct 2021
Wondering not Wanting
Jack R Fehlmann Oct 2021
I pause
At a thought...
If any of Them, knew,..
Knows... The brutal entirety
Of this hollow chested,
Crushing weightless
Vertigo into falling
Feeling.  
The Caught breath... Again?
Eyes trying, failing,
Crying place I am in?

Would they search or call out
Or worry?  Would they know where to look?
This is my fault...

I think to myself...
88 · Aug 2021
You Will Never Know
Jack R Fehlmann Aug 2021
You will never know
How even as I write back
The simple truth of it
Via that message I am telling lies
You will only read how I'm doing
I write I'm fine, doing well
Through fresh tears still drying
I'm often lost in myself
Caught in endless decline
Spiralling to a place of mine
Longing for help without asking
Reaching out too difficult
You will never know
I use my phone to hide from you
To block the from view my hell
Ashamed of these moments
Residing in self loathing and woes
How terrible and egocentric
The real Me becomes alone
But I hope you know
How thankful I am for you
For asking about me, my feelings
I want you to know I love you
For trying and making me smile
Thank You.  

Thank You.
87 · Sep 2021
bread crumbs
Jack R Fehlmann Sep 2021
In sentences
I leave parts
Pieces pulled from
The one few get to know
To lead to where
He may have gone.
In each word
Every poem
Bread crumbs.
87 · Jan 2021
Gold Leaf
Jack R Fehlmann Jan 2021
What lays within this gold leaf
The same shape, this same man
A little less owning of the light
Worth just a bit less the cost of gold leaf
Yet, every bit the man beneath
The glued on precious metal facade
Just a man, adored by You.
87 · Oct 2021
The World Taketh
Jack R Fehlmann Oct 2021
Each time. Hits like
I should've been
Never would've guessed
didn't see "this" coming.
Yet again, this world taketh
These, my closest few
Each time fewer
another to the world's ranks
I guess I could expect it
same as how it feels
each time.  Right in the chest.
only one or two left
until the world taketh.
Jack R Fehlmann Jul 2020
That black and white,
Picture perfect everything
house and a wife
life's problems trivial
End with happy endings,
life is perfect
airwave education
We the TV generation
the picture box taught
as kids we believed
Life will be perfect,
As we deserve it,
Expectant, entitled ignorance
To believe life as writers dreamed
Love too easy,
be the stuff of legend
this life and the next
pact promised with a kiss
Forever, through sickness
and in health,
a financed diamond ring.
the world kept right outside
does not have theme music
and it doesn't give one ****
endings are neither good or bad to
simply death, pain, incarceratiosnd injustice and a clear line drawn
Have all | want it
Survival of the richest
86 · Sep 2021
Why is purple, blue?
Jack R Fehlmann Sep 2021
Hello purple hue

Pouring out of the lonely folk

Inside where the blue and bright

can be denied by a drawn curtain

or a closed blind, locked inside

safe from view.  Hidden.

Miserable.  How are you?

Why so blue?  Red just left?

That explains it.  

I guess than, it is still better than

this opaque grey-wash that I feel.

Now if you would kindly please,

be off of my window sill, as the first rays

coming and I need to close these blinds

before they do.  Safe, and tucked away

again, by myself.  miserable.

it was nice seeing you.
86 · Jan 2021
TAKE
Jack R Fehlmann Jan 2021
What?
Does an affirmation
In itself take?

So much more.

More than offered here?
Thousands?

Words poured.

In better ways than mine?
To take the need away.

Take these things.

Take so much to take
What little I fail to say.
86 · Nov 2018
Untitled
Jack R Fehlmann Nov 2018
With applicated force
Pressure builds upon the wheel
So the wheel obeys
Turning as it does  
It grinds upon a stone
Throwing red hot embers
Creating light from invisibility
Ill use this miracle
Borrow from flame, heat
To do an awful thing
Breathing in that does
Create the holes
The space from me
To the rest of the you
Fueling my mind as it drills its holes
Aging the reflection as it does
Going along these thoughts
Too weak to do differently
As the glass holds
My worst sort of mistake
The foretold end to this machine
So then I can be free
85 · Oct 2021
literal blanket
Jack R Fehlmann Oct 2021
Lettering all encompasses
every degree my heart bleeds
My head against paper remembrance
The emotions my blanket
Press against as I drift away
All those lines pressing in
To devour  what I left behind
Come dawn and once more my return
Thy shell infused again
I will still miss you.
85 · Feb 2021
Personal
Jack R Fehlmann Feb 2021
Hi.  

Me.  

I am sorry.

I will always love you.

Believe in me?

I do, you.

We are going to be ok.

Follow your dreams.

I will follow you!
85 · Sep 2021
Selfishly Missed Out
Jack R Fehlmann Sep 2021
Held out; Missed myself
Unchosen; unknown reasons
Proof; never certain.
Know now; should've listened
85 · Mar 2021
Around You
Jack R Fehlmann Mar 2021
Fable is ever after
At least for one such
One day a split
A separation of body
And the one inside.
The two at odds
As ageless passengers
Within mortal matter
To live through the signs
As our fleshly prisons
Fall apart, until it carries no more.  
What lessons must be so cruel.
When ones body falls to pieces
Around you.
Jack R Fehlmann Sep 2021
An undertone is less seen
Than it is felt
Amongst the two part
Bombardment of views
Judgements and declarations
For all the heights climbed
Such blind belief and
Manipulation seems contrary
One is but one
Amongst this countless
Feeling as such
Amongst the place of Faces
And because it does
We do
Nothing is one
Unless
the most important
Others must
Come to share one's view.
84 · Aug 2021
If I Were A Flower
Jack R Fehlmann Aug 2021
If I were a flower...
Having died however long prior,
I would then smell just as nice
As the day I first opened up?  

Would I  be allergic to my own pollen?

How terrifyingly huge a bumble bee would seem.

If I were a flower...
83 · Oct 2021
Oath
Jack R Fehlmann Oct 2021
In few words
Such life changing
well placed intent
All consuming,
To
You.

Alone.

But what words could
Convey an inkling
Such
pressing importance
As these lips say

But my oath

To

You?

I
Meant it.

I.
Do.
Jack R Fehlmann Jun 2021
I see signs
In myself, my mind,
Thoughts and inner dialog.
Often unequal in measure
The encouraging worlds inside
Are given less and less time.
Thoughts thick with tar-like
Nature cling to more and more.
Sticky and persistent, jet black negative
And I consciously fight not to concede.
Grasping, groping, trying desperately
To counter and believe
I am better.  But am I?
The reasons I need, need to keep
Are difficult to find and the line is ever closer.
Signs too common are frequent
Tears that I realize I am crying ?
The calm voice within that speaks of an end.
I banish again and again to no end.  
I've made and am a mess of a man
And I tire of the fight.  Again signs I'm...
Bitter, afraid, and finding that I am to blame for all that I have not in this world.  This tiny life of struggle and bad choices.  Of pushing out before hurt or hurting.  I have accomplished only being missed by none.  Two steps from completely and utterly alone.  And I've felt so all alone to think that there comes yet even farther down is... Not in me. This depth is my limit, anymore and all deals are off.  So I sit and I struggle.  I write, and know I need to find someone I can talk to.  If I will? As I know deep down I must ... Has yet to be seen.  
As if a part of me just doesn't want to.   Growing Whilst Falling Apart is all I'm doing.
If you've read to this end, thank you.  For listening.  I x
83 · Jan 2021
The embrace of Sol
Jack R Fehlmann Jan 2021
This light I spin my world around
This day and night type design
The warmth cast upon from above
How completely the heavens hold
Every once around I get, a blessing,
a gift like dawn coming to set again
As brilliant and perfect each is
I am amazed and insignificant
Simply along for but a brief tick
But in love and humbled to witness
Our place in the heavens
This embrace of sol
83 · Jul 2020
Allows Less
Jack R Fehlmann Jul 2020
I live in little world
Within these borders my kingdom

My walls, my keep,
My burden is mine and mine alone

Though I strategically seem beaten
This enemy waits afraid

Their toxic men of vision
Do not know my reasoning

All they can do is speculate
Behind these impregnable walls

The mad man king rules
Because he is aline
81 · Sep 2021
Untitled
Jack R Fehlmann Sep 2021
I stand held fast
Reasons seemingly intangible
This body at rest is unmoving
And I want for the blankets
The pillow does welcome tired minds
I succumb.  I nap.  Another wastes noon
What after that
81 · Nov 2018
Tinder life
Jack R Fehlmann Nov 2018
Might be I chose this rotten rut

Stinging lights that scream as they do

Whilst loose fronts invite but seed off

Why not im lighter because of the effort

Imagination fell short.
81 · Feb 2021
Often Times
Jack R Fehlmann Feb 2021
There is a clear separation
I've seen between
Lies and imagination
That area in the middle
I found not empty
It's there that hopes,
Dreams and wishful thinking
Do their best to save me.
Jack R Fehlmann Sep 2021
It feels so,..
Worth the time spent typing
backspacing, deleting
rereading
to post
so as to reread yet once
okay twice,
more than three times
today at least
to find comments and likes
a few, nothing like my favorites
on this my favorite of sites.
but I am not aiming at greatness.
I write, gibberish, melancholy, funny
and just plain ******* more than
an assembly of my conscious thoughts
that somebody liked!  
Thank you for taking time to show me.
80 · Feb 2021
A Thought Played
Jack R Fehlmann Feb 2021
The birth of a thought
Made to play
On my mind's eye screen
Always private showings
Has gray matter paints the scene
Of a life less alone
Kissing smiles and so much sunshine
Lives another version of me
He is counterweighted balanced
Though she remains faceless
This only compliments
And they are so trusting
One always lifting one always holding
Accepting and content such Bliss
My missing picture perfect
Inside weeping I admit I want this
Even when this is longing
A foolish thought forbidden wish
Lost and thought found damaged
A thought played then it ended and then it ended
80 · Jun 2021
I do my best
Jack R Fehlmann Jun 2021
I've tried to be a good man
Done my best at parenting
Raising an incredible human being
Far far better then I have ever been.
It's the other areas that I lack luster
Romance less after three attempts
Horrible at the game of credit and imagined numbers leaving no room for changes.
I do my best to choose the avenue of success
To find I've missed that turn or am now head on wrong way traffic.
Day by day, job by job I pay my help and partner to find I've forgotten myself once more.  Sought self help without asking others assistance and developed a respect for binaural methods of entrancement.  Lean far too much on auto correct, and procrastinate on reflex most mundane tasks I'm faced with.  Breathing wrong and wasting ridiculous sums.  My aches and pains grow more pronounced each day.  Until I drop I'll have to bear through to keep a roof.  I've not one lifelong friend that I've kept close and I have no excuses for my lack of attempts.  I have forgotten boons that a good man would've returned equally if not more as soon as they could.  I do my best but all in all, I feel I've been mediocre at best.
80 · Sep 2021
Untitled
Jack R Fehlmann Sep 2021
And, how am I supposed to feel?
When I've failed at literally everything I've ever done.
This slow motion day to day trainwreck
Is growing leads to but one end.  
One I used to certain I'd avoid. Resentment trying to form.  I won't because of him, of the few, of them.  Being forced to pickyself up, admitting, again, why it was me.  My fault, I failed this latest attempt.  Running out of options.  Spirit nearly broken. I'd ask for help, but if only I knew where?  How or why? What is the point? When I obviously will set others up to disappoint.  I hate being a burden.  I can feel peers views.  I hate seeing the look that most try not to be apparent.  Apparently, they don't understand how that look is me.  My own in the mirror every mi ute if every day.
Jack R Fehlmann Oct 2020
Beautiful yet, those
Constructed misdirections
Barbed and sharp
Lacerations left behind
Belied the severity
The depth of which
Truth now sheds light
Yet to face weak denial

How am i
What thoughts bitter
Like bile at such
Loss of trust
Cost of those lies
As such I loved faithfully
To wound this fool
Your actions stain
And betrayal so careless

Makes the ending
A place of hate
Needlessly
As I am that price
We are that ending
I ask why?
Lies steal any closure
And I never heal.
79 · Oct 2021
Less Poem, More Pondering
Jack R Fehlmann Oct 2021
"Hi! How are you?"

I start with a lie:  "I am good." Each and every single time.  


Why?  Because of the truth?  Fear of my hidden yet all too real feelings?  Shame?

or,

A practiced wish?  Longing?  

If I say it enough it might come true?

I hate to lie.  but each time I do.
79 · Sep 2021
artistic enthrallment
Jack R Fehlmann Sep 2021
Tangerine-tinged recollections
upon a soft field of purposeful blue
Perceptively gentle this hue
seems to bleed to somewhere
This canvas keeps from view
Beyond the edges lay uncertainty
Masterful direction ques or glance
To the nearly too contrasted
Aligned shapes that represent
Every sensation blending into feeling
Too personal, we look upon what
Inwardly lay hidden, as if off edges
The attachments best expresses in colors
It makes us pause, want, recall what was
Fall, take in breath, shed a tear or confessed appreciation of our own inability to be true.

Reds melt and seep, against my the monochromatic, reality.
Whites force back the muted tones if unwashed brushes
Every shade, shape and conceptualized
Intentention t go at only artists can pull from those that pass by such

List my point and considering this a rough work in progress.
78 · Feb 2021
Missed
Jack R Fehlmann Feb 2021
Have we met
And, I

Was not present
To present, my

Missed you
As you

Passed
Us by.
78 · Sep 2021
Oh the Eyes
Jack R Fehlmann Sep 2021
Oh the Eyes
So deep and magnetic
To view and to see
Is to less fall,
More to be held.
Wrapped in,
And enthralled awestruck
A state of stasis
In those eyes so beautiful
That do not notice
Walking by those
Of the foolish
78 · Jun 2021
Strength. Spark. Try.
Jack R Fehlmann Jun 2021
The day is growing to half over
And I have yet the spark to create,
Trying feels like an out of reach dream
Strength is a distant memory.
78 · Feb 2021
You Are
Jack R Fehlmann Feb 2021
You are

The stirring in my breast

An aching need

My first and only wish

A place of perfect bliss

Every waking moment

Dread from which comes faith

My muse in times of reflection

Always out of reach

Fuel feeding the fire before it's quenched

The beating of my heart at it's last

An impression to mould a dream upon

The unobtainable desire

All I waste my writing upon

The dungeon in which I am trapped

Never seeing my worth

A friend and nothing else

I am

Too weak to accept this.
78 · Aug 2021
Please Say to Me
Jack R Fehlmann Aug 2021
If one finds, they have found
one day,.. Me,..
and that seemingly, it is not to be
Yet, that here, I must be
...still?  
searching?
Obviously set upon one
and they remain
unwilling to witness
Such a sad scene?
please say to me,
stop friend.
enough.
make me see
how life then is
what this quest has cost.

and tell me truths brutal
so I am to feel them.
use words
that do not miss
then leave me to wonder
why am I
torn and forced to accept
How
No One
is worth so so much
such as I've given.
Not I.
Not even,..
Them.
please say to me
i am not
so great as
to never know another.

Say I am
only as great as I am
willing
so that I may come
to the ruins I've neglected
and begin a new,
building  but for me.  

Please say
I am capable
if only I accept
and move on.

I know this,
but to hear it.
Passed the lips
that once promised

never again,

whisper
i am

better

than this.
77 · Jun 2021
Up To You
Jack R Fehlmann Jun 2021
The mirror

It knows not
Who you are.

Only offers you
The One truth.

It cares not
What you lack
If you desire
Or ridicule.

Those it leaves
Up to you.
Jack R Fehlmann Sep 2021
In my years labelled: "Not-A-Child"
though, barely 20 full cycles of the earth and sky.
Then, full of abandon, and unlearned consequential
Eager to prove my amplitude and unbreakable daring.
Incapable of any end I did not myself proscribe.
So foolish.  So innocently ignorant and short-sided, aye.
hand over hand my life was gambled,
never looking down, not a thought how increasingly far it was.
Only my next hand hold, the hardest route I could own
Eyes only on the summit, mind firmly lost to ego
Pulling my weight from an over-hang, as if nothing special
I stood on that precipice, laughing and moved proceed ever higher
when a simple bit of gravel, a few small pebbles proved
how foolish and childish my ways until that slip had been
one foot, my legs, my stomach next
elbows next, then the hit to my chin
all while my childish, desperate hands failed
finding no proof of my skill, only abrasions were earned
looking up to the point of my end
I thought of my mother first, then family, friends
I relived insignificant child memory moments
hearing my words in my own head:
What have I done?  Because of Me, they will hurt.
Because of this decision, I will cause them to mourn.
And I felt it just before my legs did...
That moment when, my youthful spirit was dead
and adult lessons, real life, or death consequences
as my ankle first, exploded result of 40 feet of free fall,
closely followed my wrist, my knee, part of my front tooth
and finally the sickening crunch of my right eye socket
that brought with it, black, deep nothingness
Jarring, scrapping my inner balance all directions
though no thought of this made any sense, as I must be dead.
but I found no light, no tunnel.  
No angelic form to welcome my spirit.
Opening my eyes I saw the new world as never before.
One eye at least, that is.  
But that lesson stuck.  And I realized how sweet
and incredibly fragile this thing called life is.
I became aware of the importance and responsibility being loved and loving really is.

That was how I grew up.  That was the moment I was no longer just "a kid".
76 · Apr 2021
"Beautiful"
Jack R Fehlmann Apr 2021
It is the peace
Of this moment
It seems to flow
Out, down, along
Familiar creases
Of an aged and worn,
Tired face gazing up
Slight smile playing
A sigh so soft, goes
As colors, every one
I had ever known, rise
And falling, but gently
Floating and growing
Once free those lips
Smiling now, slightly
These shades feel right
Like lightning in a storm,
Waves crashing, the sun rising
Outside of time, I am,
Brilliant and wonderful
I escape, this,
at long last
Reuniting, as
and of now
every color
of this, that, known
Now, this
The way of ending
that thought, so brief
Than, No more
and I am at peace.
I am found.  
Content.
Welcomed Home.
I am returned,
Unto and throughout,
Every rainbow,
all the colors of this world.

I am...

Beautiful.
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