Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

stress-free poetry

20 February 2014

 

 

Is it I am, or I am,

Or I am, or I am?

It’s all so subjective if you ask me,

let someone else get their PhD.

worrying about iambs, dactyls,

(and his other brother Darryl)

I have enough stress in my life,

I just want to write poetry.

 

 

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ALT CTRL

20 February 2014

 

 

I’ve lost control in many ways,

and overcompensate these days.

For things I’ve lost, I try to fill

by being stubborn and strong-willed,

a subtle way of coping still.

 

 

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insincere

20 February 2014

 

 

I could say what you want to hear,

whisper sweet nothings in your ear,

spirit away your heart and soul,

whatever, just to reach the goal,

except I can’t be insincere.

 

 

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subcutaneous

20 February 2014

 

 

What others say and do, it’s true,

gets easily under our skin,

when frazzled nerves are wearing thin,

life’s just a pebble in our shoe,

that itch that we can’t reach again.

 

 

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out of the silent

20 February 2014

 

 

It’s 3:15, awake again,

my world’s too silent to disturb.

Such times as these are rare my friend,

and yet perfect for freeing words.

That’s often how it all begins.

 

 

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