Dan Brown

Rookie - 62 Points (20.02.1988 / Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, UK)

Dan Brown Poems

1. G 3/31/2006
2. Unrequited Fire Burns Still For My First Love 4/15/2006
3. Nana Anne 4/16/2006
4. Travelling In The Backseat 4/21/2006
5. I’m Sorry I Don’t Fit In 4/23/2006
6. Hoovering Like A Man 4/23/2006
7. Catalyst 6/8/2006
8. Clubbing Blows 5/21/2006
9. Chat 2/28/2006
10. Images 3/2/2006
11. Firelight 1/4/2006
12. The Third Of December 1/4/2006
13. Unfaithomable 1/4/2006
14. Hand/Eye Co-Ordination 1/4/2006
15. I Challenge You 1/4/2006
16. Deep Blue 1/4/2006
17. Here With Us 3/12/2006
18. Regrets Of What Is Lost 3/13/2006
19. E 1/27/2006
20. F 1/27/2006
21. Ghost Father Of My Ruined Church 2/14/2006
22. D 1/27/2006
23. Not-So-Innocent Bystander 2/14/2006
24. Through The Pint Glass 2/14/2006
25. Just Be Friends 2/14/2006
26. Time Line 2/17/2006
27. Gargoyles On A Park Bench 2/17/2006
28. Rich 2/17/2006
29. Fearfully Absent Ties He Expected Readily 2/18/2006
30. Makes You Wonder 2/23/2006
31. Escalator 2/23/2006
32. Sublime Irony 2/23/2006
33. Ignorance Of An Unwitting Addict 2/25/2006
34. Voices 2/25/2006
35. Man 1/4/2006
36. What Do I Know 1/4/2006
37. Judge 1/4/2006
38. See, Saw 1/4/2006
39. Everybody Hurts 1/4/2006
40. Body 1/4/2006
Best Poem of Dan Brown

Lost

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 ...

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Big, Fat, Dirty Secret

I try to find a mirror.
I want to look at myself.
I need to feel disgusted and repulsed.
I need to remind myself what a fat, ugly, worthless
person I am, and that I don’t deserve happiness.
I can’t find one.
I threw them all out,
because I couldn’t bear to look at myself.
I couldn’t bear to keep feeling disgusted and repulsed.

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