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'Hello its Me'

Hello its me
knocking on the door
hello goodbye
i can not take this anymore

hello its me
sitting on your grave
see ya in the next one
you i was not able to save

hello its me
i come to join you
even though i may not show
i just had to be with you

hello its me
now my time has come
goodbye to all
my life is done

hello its me
i have been reborn
i am sorry i made some mistakes
but i just want to say hello

hello its me
thank you all
for giving me a second chance
hello
for i never want to have to say goodbye

behind the velvet curtain
locked behind closed doors
looking out behind tinted glasses

mysterious
all who see think they know
those who live
look no more

covered in the ashes
spit upon in shame
pulled from the fire
smothered in love

what lurks under the bed
that which you do not understand
try to look
but never comprehend

darkness is not all
dont be afraid to put it on the line
afraid to fall
finding heaven

why test
just be amazed
how the times mends the wounds
yields not until it brings about change

no person knows
knowledge kept inside
shared through
mistaken by everything in between

ten-thousand faces
with slash marks
on the wall
it was my blood covered
hands
i killed them all
corrupted them
with sin
now they can never live again
no matter how hard i try
i cant get those
horrible thoughts
out of my mind
i will never get out
of this 5x8 cell
lost and alone
within this hell
i could have prevented it
but i chose to not
now i am cold
my only companion
the smell of shit
darkness is my friend and
my only enemy
for i can no longer see
all i want is to get out
i can no longer stay
but i killed all of them
someone needs to kill me

Love

waiting...
waiting...
waiting for something
waiting for an answer

sitting...
sitting...
sitting here by myself
sitting all alone

seeing...
seeing...
seeing a shape
seeing nothing but the surrounding darkness

looking...
looking...
looking for a friend
looking for some strength to live

finding...
finding...
finding safety and security
finding your love

thank you

jeremy flick

Am I who you say I am
Have I grown up to be a man
Or am I just a kid in a grown up world

Did I do what is expected of me
Did I do what you wanted to see
Or am I just an underachiever

Did I earn your love
Or am I just another piece of dust to shove
Under the rug

Do you like me for who I am
Or do you want me to be the sacraficial lamb
To pacify your god

Is it to me you try to talk
Or am I just another crack you step over
As you walk

Am I a new invention
Created from intention
Or just another screw in the machine

Am I a fine piece of meat
Or am I just another chicken fried steak
You bring to your dogs

You don't know me
You never will
You don't understand

Don't try to make me
Into what you want to be

It is not going to work

Don't pretend to care
Putting a fake smile in front of a stare
I am not like you

Don't treat me like I am nothing
Cause I am more than you can ever be
I see things you could never see

As long as you keep hiding
Behind the mask
Which will act as your funeral pyre

I am a seed
Waiting to grow
In to a plant
You can reep but you did not sow

I tried to be like you
But it didn't work
It was hell

To be so closed minded
About anything real
And not part of your imagination

Why should you care about me
I will not be who you want me to be
I am an artist
A poet
Longing to find freedom

Don't bitch and moan
If I don't do what you want me to do
Remember the game
Follow the leader

Stop playing the game

You may ask me
Why do you go off alone
Are you afraid

Are you scared
Hell no

I know what I want
I know where to find it

Don't tell me not to talk on the phone
Don't tell me not to sit alone
And write these verses

Let me speak and dress the way I want to
Let me believe in me and my faith
Let me live

Will you ever learn
That you can't live your life trying to
Conform

Peel away what is there
And search deep inside
You might find
Something you never saw before

A true image of yourself.

standing all alone
in a world with no shame
not knowing where to go
not knowing who to blame

holding my heart
in the palm of my hand
like a rose without its pedels
another heart is

a black room surrounds me
a flashing light is all i see
groping just to find my way
to unlock the door
created by you, i, and society

images in the sky
like a person looking
down on me

a hand raised
over top of me
and blessing me with
the gift of sight

the inspiration has come
with the calm, cool breeze

like looking
into a mirror
and interacting with
the reflection

and as they slowly
drift away
passed the glowing light
an empty blackness remains

for it was taken from
my heart and
replaced with love

anymore
this is my home
writing poetry
drinking coffee
having an occasional smoke
what have i become...
a true dreamer

there he goes
another prisoner
of the war

does his family know
what happened
will they ever

there he goes in his wooden box
draped in the colors
of his country

what it pride that led him
to give up his life
or was it shear stupidity

but now he is dead
and the war rages on

he wont be the only one
just another name
to put on a marble wall

life so full of confusing shit
nothing goes with anything any more
like water and fire
light and dark
we stand alone in contrast to the rest of the world
our life slowly burns away
like the wrapping paper of a joint
and rattling on like drops of water
dripping from a leaky faucet
bound with chains
unlocked
but still keeping us back
locked behind everything
only allowing us to see the
rest of the world from the
space between our prison bars

'with in the shadows'

with in the shadows
of these hallowed halls
images can be seen
voices can be heard
surrounded but not
drawn into them
disturbing cries of pain
we check the door
and check ourselves
before we go to sleep
being watched
and not knowing the purpose
behind the images
that haunt
and live
within our dreams

naked in the cold
next to you
on this strange bed
soiled and dirty
infested with small sixlegged creatures
took the precautions
before committing the sin
branded with the mark of corruption
upon my bare breast
scared for life
for what i did wrong
now there is another soul
that will have to suffer
even after i am gone

Poems written by J. Flick

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