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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the youngest wish of my brother.

My brother once told me that if I whistled at the northern lights

they would take my soul away

I’ve contemplated,

I’m the evening of dark times.

To whistle so loudly that the world would stop to

Hear the sound of soullessness.

Green and blue are cyan to my eyes. No matter the stars

Surrounding the movement of shadows.

Your heart reaches for stars and the sun blocks out the


Even though, after time, it’s

a broken soul surrounded by blue. And the shades of red

affect you.

Dancing in the dark gets old,

For I am weak too.

The green tiles of sun abruptly

Shine. Effortless in pain and numb again.

To your wishes

Of soullessness. And

also mine.


©Dawson Lehmann


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pray FOR solitude AND blue

I’m not scared of vitriol
or the pleasure in my name.

You pray (for me) in coincidence

through your father’s religious concerns.

I am gone– so is (she)

insanity of chess pieces. Stolen ashes through

memories. Can you see my longing

for fear. My languages (pray) for

solitude and society. Writing in pen (so I)

can only make artistic mistakes.

Is that an experience? Or

irony in simplicity? I write (on) a slant

in blue


(I am blue)–

I’ve coloured my stone bruises, too.


©Dawson Lehmann


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this is not home.

I pray for a time when I’m

going to die. Unfeasible

I’m sure. One can try.

My polymer sweatshirt is

warm through the dye.

My time on the moon for broken lies

is cut at the strings so it

can fly high.

University dreams of students

in mind. Broken but here

for those in sight.

In a wasteland of deer

and colours of fields.

No end nigh, one can only hope

for the happiness that may never come.

Though, it will try. Identity is questioned

in this mind of minds. But

through this loneliness and

forward lives,

you may cry at the sight

of my darkening eyes.


©Dawson Lehmann


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