Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

you know who

01 March 2014

 

 

He’s come to me at different times,

as if there’s something on his mind.

But, he just stares silently,

then leaves without a word.

I am not afraid

of his return,

but someday,

he will

speak.

 

 

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haggling

01 March 2014

 

 

My soul longs for something more.

What do you offer?

What’s the price?

 

 

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quinzain

01 March 2014

 

 

Silence speaks louder than words.

Are you listening?

Do you hear?

 

 

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a billion Legos

01 March 2014

 

Prolific? Perhaps,

but quantity has never

implied quality.

Words are valuable, if,

and only if they connect.

 

 

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leading me on

01 March 2014

 

 

“What the …” I muttered, not finishing the thought out loud.

 

It was night, but the fuzzy glow of a few streetlights revealed enough for me to tell I had no idea where I was. A sidewalk, on an unknown street, in a neighborhood I did not recognize.

 

I shivered slightly. It was snowing, softly, in big fluffy flakes that fell on my face and hands. I heard footsteps, behind me, casually walking away.

 

“Hey, excuse me,” I shouted, just loud enough for the stranger to hear.

 

He stopped and turned, but neither spoke, nor moved.

 

“I was just wondering sir, if you could possibly help me. I seem to be lost.”

 

I heard him shuffle back towards me, accompanied by an all too familiar sound. You see, even though I could not make any sense of where I was, or how I got here, I knew that back and forth tap tapping sound as intimately as he probably did. It was then I laughed, realizing he and I were both blind, the blind leading the blind.

 

(written for Kellie Elmore’s FWF prompt)

 

 

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neither here nor there

01 March 2014

 

 

I

get lost

in my thoughts

trying to find

my way to someplace I have never been.

 

Then,

it seems,

I have changed,

and where I was

is no longer available to me.

See,

it’s like

an ocean,

deep enough to

drown in, but  tides keep washing me ashore.

Like

someone

I once knew,

I walk between

 two worlds, never belonging in either.

 

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uncomplicated

01 March 2014

 

 

Yes,

it is that

simple, just hold me.

Sometimes, that’s all I really

need.

 

 

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one more unbeliever

01 March 2014

 

“I ain’t afraid of no ghost!”

 

 

I should become a ghost hunter

because I don’t believe.

I’d be objective, unafraid,

nothing’s gonna get me.

 

Whether poltergeist or spirit,

or demons on the loose,

ya’ll do your worst to frighten me,

I’ll still need solid proof.

 

Let’s say I’m a bit skeptical,

unless I feel or see,

cold spots, orbs, mysterious sounds,

EMF, EVP,

 

paranormal activity,

the mythology of ghouls.

Nothing is supernatural –

we prove ourselves the fools.

 

 

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hostage

01 March 2014

 

 

hostage,

without demands,

no blackmail, no ransom,

just being held captive by the

unknown.

 

 

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