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Be patient with me
I’m still a work in progress

Somedays I seem put together
But that paint’s not dry just yet

One day I’ll get this right
I’m sorry
you
not the flower but
the bee kissing
rosebuds, making
living things
bloom

you
no sunrise on
mountains but
the sun
herself, every
flame burning fierce
sploding gainst
the sky

you
not an ocean but
a stream softly
babbling
and rescuing
us,
the lonely
the lost

you
not forever
but tragically
temporary
and every
moment
you are here
i will be
what i am -
the pollen,
the planets,
the wanderer,
the poet -
dedicated to
loving
you
in my dreams
i am drowing in a sea of emotion.
my head held just below the surface of the water
and all i have to breathe through is a straw
i have these intense nightmares. In my dreams my chest feels heavy and i scream and scream but nothing comes out. It's like the air is getting shoved back into my lungs and I can't breathe. It feels like i'm suffocating and i wake up in a panic.
A beautiful day in September,
The air is breathing yellow,
Painting the leaves golden
with each exhale.
Hues of autumn are unfolding
Warmth and tenderness intertwine,
With sunlight spreading on tree branches.
There's merry laughter in the hamlets,
Their laughter merges
with the sunshine laughing.
It is a reflection of
September's joy.
Somewhere the song of summer is ending,
But what a gift it is to be able to live
In September's warmth,
it protects me
From all sadness.
I wrote this as an ode to the beauty of autumn though my favorite season is summer😊
 Sep 7 Nathan Lippmann
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you might not
have been my first love
but you were the one
who hurt the most.
- i ache for you but i'm still bruised.
isolation has its familiarity,
as happiness is a drug
yet not as addicting as
misery.
god forbid this feeling of deserving this suffering.
the cage that I am in
is made of fear

you turn your head away
I am still here

and in the night
I bet you hear me scream

I bet you feel my terror
when you dream

I am your shadow
I am here to stay

I am you
I will never go away

LET ME OUT

let me fly
let me be free

I will not rest
until I find the key
You won't care
You never do
So even after your constant reassurance
And your caring pretences
The indifference in your eyes
Also disappointment in your sighs
Shines through
Piercing me cruel
You say you are here to support me
To listen and see
Yet I feel lonely with a uncertain hue
All this thanks to you
Ever opened up to someone and instantly regretted it? Because you realised that they were not the right person you seeked for comfort.
You feel a stab of hurt knowing you were judged. Or that they just used your sorrow as timepass.
This poem is for them
Changeling, sprite,
loose-limbed motion
as you fly in the night.
Rub your wings together;
create a cascade of sound
that drenches our ears
as you fall to the ground.
Gossamer beauty,
so delicate yet strong--
Fold your wings around me;
I belong in your song.
Just something I tossed off tonight
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