Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …


01 April 2014



in my room, door closed,

music on just loud enough,

lost in my own words.


exploring my world,

riding my bike everywhere,

yet going nowhere.


strangely protected,

on any stage, performing,

behind my guitar.



who never achieved enough,

to ever feel safe.


in the natural,

especially near water,

alone in the woods.


once upon a time,

in her arms, nothing to say,

for the sake of words.


Words, yes, my own words,

used to be my safest place,

now I’m not so sure.




1 April, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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