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Waves beating on the sand
There we sit hand in hand
Waves crash down
And I wipe away my frown

The sun begins to set
It seems like we've just met
But we've known each other for a while 
Now just the thought of you makes me smile

We begin to walk
And we start to talk
Our steps are in sync
I can't even think

He stops and looks at me
I look up and he is all I see
He leans in
And it's like the perfect sense 

But I always wake up
And realize It was all just a dream

Copyright © Brayden Flyn | Year Posted 2018

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Nature" is what we see— 
The Hill—the Afternoon— 
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— 
Nay—Nature is Heaven— 
Nature is what we hear— 
The Bobolink—the Sea— 
Thunder—the Cricket— 
Nay—Nature is Harmony— 
Nature is what we know— 
Yet have no art to say— 
So impotent Our W

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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 there. 

Lost in me, I need a break, 
Lost in wonder, which road to take? 
Lost in a place I don't know well, 
Where are you now? There's no one to tell. 

Lost here, all alone, 
Lost apart from the mobile phone. 
Lost still, there are no calls. 
I'm struggling alone, to break these walls. 

Lost in mind, lost in soul, 
Lost memories, they're just a hole. 
Lost family, lost mate, 
Gone now, yet I'm full of hate. 

Lost in a straight world, and I am gay, 
Lost now, for what to say, 
Lost in boredom, think I'll leave. 
There's a lot in life I need to achieve.

Copyright © Brayden Flyn | Year Posted 2018

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The ocean

Had ocean been my confidant 
I'd have given it 
All of my truths for safekeeping 

Tales i would have written 
Of seashells picking girls on beaches 
Whose golden bodies were 
Like isles of dreamland 
But whose fates were 
Like lines drawn in sand. 

Had ocean been my confidant 
I'd have given it 
All my loneliness 
I'd have walked with the wind 
Clasping its finger in my fist 
On distant paths 
From whence no one comes back! 

Had ocean been my confidant 
I'd have given it all my depths 
Stepping into its limitless 
Blue bosom 
I'd have made earth into my bark 
Sky into my sails 
I'd have made the woeful moment 
Of separation 
A connecting link between you and me. 

Had ocean been my confidant!

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Growing old


My looks are nothing special,
My face reveals my age,
My body shows some wear and tear,
And my energy's not the same.

Too often my memory fails me,
And I lose things all the time.
One minute I know what I plan to do,
And the next it may just slip my mind.

I try hard to avoid my mirror.
There are things I would rather not see,
And even those times when I just catch a glimpse,
I no longer can recognize me.

The things I used to do with ease
Can now cause aches and pains,
And the quality of the things I do
Will never quite be the same.

I always compare my older self
To those younger versions of me,
And I know I'm wasting too much time
Missing who I used to be.

But the thing that really makes me sad
Is despite what people see,
Underneath my tattered, worn out shell,
I'm still the same old me.

My heart can still feel endless love,
And at times it still can ache.
My heart can fill with so much joy,
And then it can suddenly break.

My soul can still feel sympathy
And longs for forgiveness and peace,
And there are times its light shines boldly through,
And times when it longs for release.

It's true, maybe now that I'm older,
Feeling lonely may be status quo,
But it also has made me more willing
To forgive and let past conflicts go.

So maybe to some I look ugly and old,
A person who barely exists.
I'm still quite aware of the beauty inside,
And my value should not be dismissed.

So although not as strong and no beauty it's true,
I'm still here and want so much to live,
And I know that there's no one in this world quite like me,
And no one who has more to give.

Copyright © Brayden Flyn | Year Posted 2018

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Touch and caress

That dress will be fit for you, 
when you're undress. Butt -- in my eyes, 
you are already undressed.
in my mind, my hands 
wrapped around you, 
as I touch and caress.
hanging on your curves, 
loving your tenderness.
The weight of my body, 
smothering you into the mattress.
Goosebumps appearing on your neck,
kiss and tease with my teeth, 
finding your spot, is my target.
The taste of your hot breathe,
our tongues twist and turn, 
speaking a language that is our secret.
warm whispers,  licking your ears wet
soaking your wetness. 
I want your body, 
more than I want your sex.
I need to take your body, 
in ways you will never forget.
I want to please your body, 
so if you leave, you will regret.

Copyright © Brayden Flyn | Year Posted 2018