Only-A-Word

Poetry. Yearn. I run free with the horses type shi

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Friend

Friend

We're not friends

I don't know what we are

We left the field of friendship filled with flowers

And moved onto somewhere else

I don't know where

This is better than friendship

This is better than life

It's the kind of familial bond you make with a sibling

You fight and argue, but love each other really

You'll mock and joke, but you love each other really

But it's not even siblings

Somehow twins, in a way

We look complete opposites

But we almost think just the same

I believe the universe fated us

To become friends that day

What other weirdos would have bonded over a cone?

Though I wouldn't have it any other way.

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tumblr: oh please spare us your shitty poetry only-a-word: well I'm not actually going to give him these poems, am I?

(I gave him a poem out of my book the other day and I forgot what I wrote but knew it was ab him am I cooked)

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Hill

The landscape is beautiful

The sea rests below us

A cliff-edge at our heels

The entirety of a seaside town

All the people

With their different lives

Every single soul

Rests below us up here

A view that tourists will travel continents to see

And still I'd rather

Look into your eyes

Because I don't need to move from where I'm laying

To see the world

It's set right our before me

My future

The world lays before me

In the grass upon the cliff

Speaking to me

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Drowned

It makes me choke

All air has left my body

An entire ocean has flooded my carcass

And drowned the words of love from my mouth

They lay deep in the sea

And will live there for eternity

I will live amoung galaxies

Swim beside Cassiopeia and Orion

Sirius and Regulus are my friends

We have tea and cake on Thursdays

And watch you play sport

From all the way up here

My body is deep in the ocean

And that's where it shall stay

My love for you is drowned

By the crashing of

The waves

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Yearn, White Boy, Yearn!

Yearn, White boy, yearn!

Run with the horses to Japan!

Listen to The Smiths while writing shitty poetry!

Paint a picture in your head of a life with her

Because (in reality) you don't have a chance

You aren't going to Japan

You're not Morrisey

You're not The Light That Never Goes Out

You're a White yearner boy

Welp, guess I've been caught out.

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Party

It's never happened before

But it seems so vivid in my head

I can almost see you across the room from me

While I lean against a wall

And you're stood in the doorway

Lights blaring out behind you

Your silhouette in the doorway

Waiting.

You stand there for a while

And everybody seems to stop

The music seems to stop

And 'Heroes' by David Bowie begins to play

It's the song I always play whenever I need to remember a moment

It's the song that I've attached to you

And it begins to play

Those beginning notes

Everyhting seems so floaty

We could almost be in space right now

Instead of in someone's garden outhouse

We can be floating through clouds of space dust

Through nebulas and comets

You'd have stardust tangled in your hair

And it would just be us two

And in that moment, I feel infinite.

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Party Face

Makeup your party face,

my party face,

does everyone always have a party face?

Large diamonds drawn onto their eyes

a comically large smile

stretching eyeliner

stretching laughter

a stretching smile that seems too elasticated to be fitting

it kind of droops in a way

like when you wear something elastic too many times

it kind of loses it's meaning and it's shape.

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I Think You've Bruised my Leg

I think you've bruised my leg

Throwing rocks down to the sea

I think you've bruised my leg

But again, that's fine by me

So many rocks

So many in my shoe

I pick one up

And I'm sorry that I threw it at you

In all honesty, I didn't know what else to do

Stuck on a beach with you

And as I reached for another rock and you're head was turned towards the sun, I stared at your face.

And then you threw a rock at my leg.

I think you've bruised my leg.

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History

It’s all history

Everything

It’s on my page in my book and it’s written on the board

It hangs between us, something you can cut with a knife

It’s all history

Everything

Even now I sit and wonder

How this is all history

Though it plays in my head as clear as day

The way the sun shines through the window in History

Down onto our table

Across your hands

Across your face

And your freckles seem to light up like tiny stars 

And your eyes shine

And everything about your face seems so perfect

But it’s all history

Every bit of it

It’s all history.

It’s all in History.

I can only stare in History.

Everything. 

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Pages

I try and write it into pages

I try and document every emotion I feel

Because if I see it in words, it makes sense

Somebody can read it and understand

Understand my pain

Understand my love

Understand the very depths of my soul

It will mean I’ll never forget the feeling

And that the feeling’s really there

I try and write it into pages

To make it breathe in life

To make my feelings see the world

See the sun

See the moon

Make my feelings and stories and songs and thoughts all live on this Earth

They may not be perfect

Or exactly my own

They may not be fully alive

But I try to write it into pages.

That’s the most that I can do. 

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Harry

There was a boy named Harry

(I won’t use his name for legal purposes)

And I don’t think he likes life very much.

He kind of stares off into space

And says how he doesn’t eat much

And how he gets drunk on the weekends 

I think he hates life

Not because life done anything to him

But because life hasn’t done anything to him

He’s been given the bare minimum

He’s never been loved

Or hated

Or lived

Or killed

Harry’s never seen the true light of day

He’s never seen the way the sun pours through the window in the morning

Nor a girl’s eyes after a kiss

He’s never seen pure passion in his heart

And I don’t think he likes life very much.

He kind of hates everyone in a way

He complains about everything

I don’t think life is very nice to Harry

I don’t think Harry’s very nice to life.

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Summer Son

Summer Son, where have you gone?

You have left my soul dead and empty

A carcass of a body floats free in space

It floats between Jupiter and Mars

The sun and the moon

It floats between the living and death

Oh please do return soon.

Summer Son, where have you fled?

You have left your bed warm and unmade

Your imprint still rests in the white bedsheets

The sun still shines through the window

The open, shining glass

It shines between the cracks in the blind

Oh please don’t let this last.

Summer Son, what, have you left?

I can see your reflection in the glittering waves

A silhouette far down onto the planes of the beach

Your feet patter the sand beneath you

The stretching ocean a gateway at your wish

Not a cloud in the Summer sky

Though the Summer Son is nowhere to be seen

And you can’t even tell if he’s even been.