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Five Fathoms Poetic Collection (Includes Whispers of Dreams)


Five Fathoms

Poetic Collection



Alexia Purdy

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this collection are fictitious and are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Five Fathoms Poetic Collection

Copyright © July 2012 Alexia Purdy

Whispers of Dreams (A Poetic Collection)

Copyright © February 2012 Alexia Purdy

Cover photograph

© Can Stock Photo Inc. / yuliang11

Cover Design by Alexia Purdy

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Wattpad Edition, License Notes

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These two poetic collections are dedicated to all the writers, readers and artists. May your light shine on for the entire world to bask in and become inspired, for always.

I get asked a lot why do I write poetry? I have to say, it’s soothing, it’s a morsel of calm in my chaotic mind. Words are all I have, and I tweak them, arrange them and move them how I see fit. They are my sanctuary, in this tumultuous life.

~Alexia Purdy


Shadows of Blue

All that I have are words,

I weave them around

And fumble with their essence,

Until they whisper longingly to me,

To tell you this,

The things that I never say out loud,

So that you can know,

And that you can hold within you.

The stories of all I can ever tell you....

And I want to tell you,

The world is a better place

With you in it,

No matter the distance

Or aches we endure,

You are there,

So I can close my eyes peacefully,

And sleep with the comfort

That you exist.

Without you,

A place I would not want.

Without you,

The grey is but the shadow of blue.


Cornered Heart

I met a man, with a heart of stone

It weighed him down, pallid and cold

This heart I saw, he kept locked away

Like buried treasure, a shame to hide

I tried to crack it, reveal its insides

The further I went, the deeper it got

Now confused, is my own heart

As I drown within, the rock he sank

Into my own chest, bitter and cold

The bite of winter,

Wraps me with frost

Frozen hard as ice, yet I emerged

Waiting to give the deadened weight

Of my own rock away

For someone else to melt


Do you think of me

When you’re crying

Would you want to be

My only crime

I think that I

Would be the kind

The only one that makes

You change your mind

One kiss stolen

In the night

One I long for

In this slight

What you’re offering

A bitter deal

I wet my lips

A deal to seal

But do you think of me

Now that I’m gone

Never to speak

Of all the wrong

For I still pay

Every hour

For your love

My fate devoured.


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