Two Summers

By Oliver Simpson

A series of poems written over two and a half years about everything from the highs of love and friendship to the lows of loss, rejection and everything in-between. A personal look at the trials of life growing up as a young man in Scotland, traveling the world and struggles of new societal expectations.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Nov 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781546283768

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Published by AuthorHouse 11/07/2017

ISBN: 978-1-5462-8375-1 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-8374-4 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-8376-8 (e)

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CONTENTS

Breathe

Alone in a crowd

Odd

Twist

Cancer

Chill out

Ode to the Gentleman

One more day

Same thing as anyone

Hold my attention

The letter

Shy

Before

Before the end

Okay let me lay this out

Joy

A special moment

Vacation

Crocodile tears

1200

My leash

Cut

Rainy day

Me and my jam jar

Love the show

Three paths

Sermon

You get one

Day 3

Missed

Don’t talk

So compadre

Little things

Outside

Flicker

You don’t know home

Don’t take it personally

Done

Shut up

Terror

Long roads

To her

Not blue

Breathe

One cough

Then you fucked it

Two coughs

Then your weak

Three coughs

Your dying

Four…

Is this your first time?

He exhales.

Slowly.

Throwing his head back allowing crystal mist to fill the room.

Passing to me but a stub.

I feel the pressure build.

The mist oppresses my shoulders.

His red eyes filled with delight.

They half focus on mine.

They sway, I sway.

I cough once.

Beautiful mist, decimated by my jerk.

His eyes pull back, widening like a small explosion.

I feel another burning up through me.

I cough again.

Twice.

The mist dulls as I splash through it, disappearing like crashing waves.

His smile gently droops down,

Watching.

Judging.

I feel it, another so deep.

Like a volcano.

I drew too deep.

I feel it in my head.

I am to deep.

His eyes cut through me.

I am in to deep.

He softly shakes his head.

Holding back. We stare.

I softly