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
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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.
Shadows of Blue
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.
A place I would not want.
The grey is but the shadow of blue.
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
For your love
My fate devoured.