Author: Daniel Thompson
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The American Dream
The American dream Is no longer a loving family And smiling maid keeping things clean Behind the scenes But an addiction and affair convincingly hid From your children Closeted with the tapestry Of your stagnant dreams A maze of malnourished mice Promising no reward of feast Only the artificial scent of food Somewhere just out…
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Balance
Stillness in the leaves, Chaos of wild, willful wind, The balance of life. Help support me continuing my work if you enjoy it. If every person who visited this site so far had left even just $1, I could pay my bills for two months at this point. Never think throwing a single at me…
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Heroes
So, you want to be a “hero”. Alright, kid. Before I give you my opinion on that, let me just ask you a few questions. I don’t expect you to have answers right off hand, but they’re just some things that you need to consider. Do you want to be an honest person with integrity…
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I’m Here.
The love of my life probably died of an overdose during the ongoing opioid crisis. Or maybe she caught the coronavirus back in 2020 and expired in some hospital bed without me ever knowing. Maybe we’re stuck in a negative feedback loop with each other throughout time. I’m born 100 years too early here. She’s…
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Wish
I wish that I Were someone who Could simply enjoy the beauty In a single moment To hear the individual sounds That surround me in a room To notice when, for a second, The bumps on my arms appear As the breeze from The air conditioner hits them For the first time that day To…
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(Podcast): ‘The First Time I Met a Monster’
Today, I’d like to tell you a story that I’ve told many times before. However, no matter how many times I tell it, the conclusion still sends a chill through my very being. Listen to my story in the podcast episode below. Help support me continuing my work if you enjoy it. If every person…
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Christmas Morning, 2011
Waking up The sun hits my eyes, blinded Go to move my arm, stuck Another body next to mine Heat rising from the sheets Getting up Head throbbing, pained Blood rushing back to my fingers, numb Strands of hair hang around my nose The sweet smell locks me in place Looking up Eyes stare back…
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Songwriting: ‘All My Love’
Without going through the painstaking detail of the various circumstances of my life during the time my song “All My Love” (which you can listen to directly below) was written, let me instead just give you the proper context or explanation necessary to properly know or “feel” the intention of the song as I wrote…
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I still see you.
I see you everywhere. I see you in the last flickerof a dream I don’t want to leave. I see you in how my sheets crease over the empty side of my bed.I see you in the way the sun dances on my kitchen flooras my cat bats at each passing shadow.I see you in…
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You see it now, don’t you?
I often tell people that the world’s not getting worse. We just have the ability to see more of it than we used to. Even just looking through the lens of American history ⏤ especially considering the sheer number of Black lynchings in the south as documented by Florence and Monroe Work, the overall treatment…