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Dan Brown Poems
Lost in a world, that scares me to death, Lost in a crowd, I'm losing my breath. Lost as a boy, lost as a man, I need to grow up, don't think I can.
So I'm... Gay
My name is Dan, and because of you, I walk with my head down, ashamed to look people in the eye. My name is Dan, and because of you, I cannot be free to be who I am, and every time I have to lie.
A Note On Suicide
It isn’t brave, and it isn’t clever, to inflict pain on other people forever. Life isn’t all about you. Your life isn’t all about you.
Your mind thinks as it should, And your mouth says as it should. The words are right, your eyes are bright, And there’s a smile across your face.
A is for ache, the ache of my heart. A is for absurd, which we were from the start. A is for apologetic, I am I swear. A is for affection, that will always be there.
What do you see when you look at me? A disgusting, sinful boy? Or a suitably convenient decoy?
This is a message to say I still cry every day. I think of you, What we went through.
All I Know Is I Hate It
If this is a game of hide and seek, I’m over here. If this is a fairground ride, I want to get off.
My friends. Where are you? I want you.
Love plays games. Games so complex that it ends up contorted, twisted, torn and distorted,
We rise together, up into the sky, We join together, watch the world pass by. We are together, together as a cloud,
A Take On Love
A take on love is something unique - it depends on a person and what they seek. What they put in is what they'll get out, but does anyone know what love is about?
Carrier Bag In The Wind
I am trapped in the bramble bush, ripped open by savage thorns, exposing my dirty innards. I flap hauntingly in the evening breeze,
My shadows. Anonymous darkness stalking me, occasionally revealing themselves to be not so anonymous.
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Lost in a world, that scares me to death,
Lost in a crowd, I'm losing my breath.
Lost as a boy, lost as a man,
I need to grow up, don't think I can.
Lost as a person, can't find my way.
Lost in life, every day.
Lost in worry, who am I?
All my life, I've lived a lie.
Lost to kindness, lost to love,
Lost in a sky, like a new-born dove.
Lost in thought, which I shouldn't do,
It winds me up, I can’t get through.
Lost to comfort, all kind words,
Lost to advice, it isn't heard.
Lost to those who really care,
All these people, always ...