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 Jul 2021 A Poet
NAN
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 Jul 2021 A Poet
NAN
White, simply just white.
  Black; simply just black.

Each stroke,  pleasure and sorrow,
   wanting like a sea among rocks to convulse in your arms.
jasmine? daisy? roses? scents without syllable.
   used, tattered, licked wax; soft strokes, shivers to touch.

what is this feeling?
    Longing, unsatisfying,
       so short, I WANT MORE.
          Lost in your sea, lost to your waves, lost to your rage,
              I WANT MORE.
                  send more; oh god.
                      please, oh please.
                           I want more
A crazed penpal named NAN
 Jul 2021 A Poet
NAN
Count the leaves as they fall,
    brown, gone, dead.  
       I dream of LA,
          under hot warm rain.
𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰
             𝓹𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓼
𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓯𝓾𝓵
            𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮

you and me once more,
   🄳🅁🄴🄰🄼🄸🄽🄶
A dreamer named Nan
 Jul 2021 A Poet
NAN
𝓱𝓲𝓶
 Jul 2021 A Poet
NAN
I guess its funnier when he tells the joke. . .
   I must have missed the punch line. . .

I guess its better when he smiles. . .
   I must come off as desperate. . .

I guess its not boring when he talks. . .
   I must make you lose patience. . .


𝐼 𝒶𝓂
   n𝑜𝓉 j𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈
      𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓶
A desperate poet named Nan
 Jul 2021 A Poet
NAN
Lose myself in the tide of my own emotion,
    𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈, 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈, 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈
Lose myself to my own trepidation
          𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈, 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈, 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈
Lose myself to range and anger
                  𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈, 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈, 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈
Lose myself to words of hurt and regret
                         𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈, 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈, 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈
I lose myself to their 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈
   I am not deranged, nor crazed for dreaming of 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱
     for in 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 we reunite 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷
A mournful poet named Nan
 Mar 2021 A Poet
NAN
Salt breeze in the air, whimsical mornings.
   poor mans coffee, money clearly lacking.

Take my hand its alright, four feet in the sand.
young lovers, sunshine and waves. .

not a 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒
     in the 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹
       poor but in 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒
A youthful poet named Nan.
 Mar 2021 A Poet
NAN
We count down days until virtual reality,
       in the meantime we have poetry where I can . . .
                     𝓈𝑜𝒶𝓇
𝒷𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒
                 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁
𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂
                  & 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒

Because it is not part of the game. . .
     -🅅🅁 🄳🅁🄴🄰🄼🄸🄽🄶
A dreamer named Nan.
 Feb 2021 A Poet
NAN
My gift to you, our memories that bring pain.

For in him. . .
    You will see me. . .

For in him. . .
    You will see us. . .

For in him. . .
     You will smell morning cups of coffee. . .

For in him. . .
     You will see our passion filled nights. . .

For in him. . .
      You will smell the odor of my skin. . .

Even after years have passed, it will be subtle.
       For in him, you will always see me.
          no happy ending, no escape.
             - you will always see me
                   even subtly , part of you is mine. . .
An angry betrayed poet named Nan.
 Feb 2021 A Poet
NAN
I'm sorry, for pain.

I'm sorry, for the rage.

I'm sorry, for feeling innate.

I'm sorry, for the mistakes.

For in your divine perfume,
   I am a little man, but a little man,
       who caged you.
          In you, I saw me,
              Each mistake a rosy chorus of mockery,
                     Forgive me.
                          -𝐹𝓁𝓎. . . 𝐵𝑒 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝑒
A embarrassed poet named Nan.
 Feb 2021 A Poet
NAN
Sleep my beloved, upon the field of stars.
    Ardent and bright, in the nothingness that awaits.
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I hear your whispers upon my heart,
   I hear its beating in response,
     I laugh and I cry at the same time,
         in this pleasure grief but endures,
             but my happiness lasts unchanged
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Sleep my beloved, hear my lullaby.
in the nothingness of the cosmos, paint me a sign upon constellations
-Towards our future meeting,
     unaware, we are already there
        for in you my soul dies,
              and my heart sleeps.
A tired poet named Nan+
    A Dead Poet.
 Feb 2021 A Poet
TheConcretePoet
You are
a love poem
that I will
keep -
just
for me
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