Author: Daniel Thompson
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You. Me. Billie. And. The. Sea.
I often think Of. Myself. Sinking below waves crashing to the sound of Billie Holiday singing “I Loves You, Porgy”. And as I fall Into. The. Dark. “I loves you, Porgy/Don’t let him take me“ Suddenly I don’t feel cold, or warm or anything. “Don’t let him handle me/And drive me mad” But …
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“And buddy, it’s starting to rain.”
You’ve probably always thought I hated you. I want you to know that it’s a fair assessment of the situation. I can see how I’ve given you plenty of dots that you can connect to lay out that picture. But the thing is, I don’t. We throw around the word “hate” way too much these…
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Me
I am not A sale of Buy one Get one free I’m the bonus Product on the Item you really Wanted that you’ll Put in a cabinet Anyway somewhere In the house and Forget about me I am not Some easily redeemable Code or card Where all you Have to do to pay Is just…
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Am I Blue?
Am I blue? Of course I am, You took every other color with you. But I’ve gotten used to being blue. I’ve made a home out of the confines of its hue. Because blue, blue is the only thing that’s not you.
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Off the cutting-room floor: ‘5 Years Gone’
For every song of mine that people have heard, there are about 10 that no one but me knows ever existed. I imagine it’s about the same for every songwriter out there. You never want to tell everyone everything. You have to say just enough. Sometimes, it’s easy to make the choice to stop at…
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HURT people hurt PEOPLE
I want to tell you something sincere. I know we’ve cut all ties on your end, but I still have this one annoying string lingering around my neck that I need to clip before I’m able to freefall on mine. Whenever I looked at you, I saw what the fox saw in the Little Prince.…
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Self-Loathing after Midnight
I am the darkness that people with light inside themselves recoil from. I am the inoperable tumor counting down your days. I am chimera. I am leviathan. I am the Black Death. I am the popcorn kernel staring at the spot between your teeth waiting to make its move. I am the nightmare that wishes…
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‘I guess love’s the same for all of us’
There I was, drunk and on my way to a gay club. No, that wasn’t how I had originally planned my night, but the circumstances of the evening had necessitated such a trip. And I was along for the ride. The night started the same as any night I hung out with old college friends.…