Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …


21 June 2013



Nothing but time, I could do anything,

but I’m a vine, tenaciously I cling

to idleness, lacking motivation,

I’m still mastering procrastination.

Some days are measured by the cost of rhyme:

nothing but time.


And it’s those days that pass without event

empty unfulfilled promised good intent,

dawn becomes dusk with nothing in between.

Does anyone understand what I mean?

Life is not so easy to redefine,

nothing but time.


21 June, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

No comments yet.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: