Author: Daniel Thompson
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Naked and Neutral
The dying man Didn’t care about The outward terror Of his time This pervasive sense Of hopelessness like Chipping away at a million-dollar debt With paychecks of nickel and dime No, his mind, Most likely lost In some memory, Seeks a sign Or a hand On his shoulder Straightening him out So he can walk…
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You’ll never know how hard I try.
The countless hours I’ve spent exercising to burn off anxious energy to feel calm again. Medication I swallow each day in order to keep me from panic. Pills that if I don’t take them, the consequences are severe. The various stints I’ve spent in counseling. The time sitting in groups or AA meetings seeking help.…
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A Dream of Death and You
It’s me. Don’t hang up. Just give me like, maybe 5 minutes or so here. I swear that’s all I need. I need to tell you about this dream I had. … Yes, I know it’s stupid, but will you listen to it anyway? … Fine. Deal. All good? … Good. So, in the…
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Surrender, at last
I am not the indifferent center of the world. That’s simply something I can never truly be. Rather, the truth is I care about things — probably way too much. So, I worry about the people I care about. I even wonder if the strangers that I see on the street are being taken care…
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Scream
There are these Indescribable moments In life when All you want to do is just FUCKING SCREAM Scream until there’s no air in either lung Howl until you tense up like a hand holding a cocked gun Holler until you forget what you’re hollering about Shout until you turn yourself inside out But you can’t…
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The Not-So-Great Gatsby
No one knows How many shows I booked Hoping when I looked Out at the crowd I’d find you in the sound Waiting like you never left Your eyes still kept Glowing with the illumination of desire As their earthy tones try to inspire Me to fill my mind with dreams of home Instead of…
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Eight years sober, eight years in control
Being sober so long now, I don’t remember what it was or where I had my first drink. The taste of it doesn’t still linger in my memory, and the youthful excitement of deviant behavior doesn’t rise within my heart at the sight of its shadow in my mind. I can say the same for…
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I know how it feels to not know why.
This is about being a person who knows hopelessness, depression, etc., and yet, still clings to life because of the idea of better possibilities.
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A novelty reflects on its use
This is about the feeling that comes when another person treats your flesh-and-blood being as if a novelty you could buy at a corner store.
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There is something wrong with me.
There is something wrong with me. This thing you have to get close enough to see. Then, it’s illuminated like an antique marquee. And. You. Flee. Other posts