woe (is that me?)

I long for you in the night of my mind

I love you in French is ‘Je t’aime’

But right now, when I talk to you,

all I want is more again


To feel your kiss

In the errors of my fidelity

Am I lost in lust

Or lost in credibility


Sometimes I forget

About my love for you

And it hurts

To think of our distance in view


Woe is my passion

For them in my heart

Sad eyes and bad lies

For this obsessive part.


Falling away

Into the depths of reprise

Saying three words

That I despise.

©Dawson Lehmann 2018

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The lions den of my soul

is brought through

my hope


I feel gone but also not

in my voices

of delusion


Get out of my face

about your “space” because

its sickening


I love to be who I will be

even if that mind of mine is

always fine


I’ve changed my thoughts to

be like yours

and I see the smoke of Eden in

plain view



get out of  my face about

your “space”


For I am not lost

in my thoughts.


©️Dawson Lehmann

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the church from which I hide

Take my fear and throw


Into the depth of


I think of my

Dear christian—

Broken within his world of

torment and possibility

Crucified while

You and I fear the worst


But we bear the weight of love

over messages—

please hear me

Dear christian,

For your cross is


Break me, take me, but never tempt me.

For your body is what I long.


©️Dawson Lehmann

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my friend.

my only Friend

of similar Characteristics.

Acknowledges me so,

I can feel loved again

motivation in the Purest

form, away from Coordination.

He is my antithesis of observation,

But that’s okay.

i love when He

notices his Strengths,

And his weaknesses, too.

We have grown together,

I hope for the Better.

people come and Go

Like all the similes say.

I hope he stays around,

so we can always be in each other’s Mind.

to be Friends,

It brought me to my

Kindest state.

whether that be longing for Life

or for Family

Away from home—

those Around

don’t Understand.

And maybe neither does he.

But on his flipside

is his Coincidence.

He says “Hey”

I say: “you okay?”

Yes is always the answer.


-to my friend


©Dawson Lehmann


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03/20/17 //

If I changed my mind

for those around

would my body become

whole and

ready for this command?


I should not rhyme with

comedy and such

and my phone should be

silenced, for its sounds

haunt my thoughts.


Does loneliness kill or does

my mind wander in apathy?

Circling questions enrage my


but I fear for

the rocks I throw.

Paper is rough underneath

my pencil’s dreams.

-From, Daws.


©Dawson Lehmann




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