Dan Brown (20.02.1988 / Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, UK)
Biography of Dan Brown
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.
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.
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.
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,
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,
We rise together, up into the sky, We join together, watch the world pass by. We are together, together as a cloud,
My shadows. Anonymous darkness stalking me, occasionally revealing themselves to be not so anonymous.
A Dignified Burial
When I Die, I want to be buried in a margarine tub.
We destroy the world.
The world destroys us.
Thus, the circle continues.
What goes around,
And will drive our lives
right into the ground.
We aimlessly kill her young.
Her sons, daughters and