Author: Daniel Thompson
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Sometimes
Sometimes I wonderIf I’m destined to dieA martyr to some causeOn a post-apocalyptic battlefield Or if I’m like the first DarrinOn Bewitched who apparentlySuffered back pain and that’s whyHe was eventually recast And I’ll never forgetHow he looked with that oxygen maskAround his face, a fragile old manYet staring at the camera with a smile…
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Eureka!
Let the author read it to you. I think I’ve got it this time. I finally know the answer: I’m in love with falling in love. But I don’t like BEING in love. Does that make sense? Eh, of course it doesn’t. Let me explain. Falling in love is like snorting pure Columbian cocaine off…
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Stars
The stars far off In the sky Never let you know When they die Their light reaches through time, Dead things that may still Shine on lives that someday will Stop on a dime Both leaving more beauty In their afterglow Than either impermanent object Will ever truly know
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‘Anything, but broken’
Listen to the author read it to you Do you ever think about us? The walking wounded The ones haunted by ghosts You cannot see The ones burning with passionate plea Every time they’ve spoken “Please, just let me be Anything, but broken” Seen through side-eyed glances And closing doors Shipwrecked creatures Sleeping along barren…
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‘It’s not like it’s going to kill me’
Listen to the author read it to you No, I get it. Don’t touch me, I’m fine. I’m in my 30s and I grew up in the sexually cannibalistic emo cliques of the 2000s that fucked with the emotional weight of borrowing CDs, so I’m used to this sort of coldness. But I never trusted…
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‘I’m sorry that all of that happened to you’
“Your cousin Ben killed himself.” The door was barely closed behind me as the words hit my ears as I walked into my parents’ home. My mother, who dropped the words on me as a normal person would ask how you are, just walked away back to the kitchen without another word. “Well, hello, to…
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The Cruel Carousel
“He’s going to kill me at the end of this.” The realization settles in the same way every time. He’s never thought of my heart, so I don’t have one that can suddenly speed up. However, he’s given me anxiety — or the concept of anxiety as he experiences it. In the past, he’s given…