Five Fathoms Poetic Collection Read online

  Like liquid sugar

  In my sleep

  I ache to find

  A way to you

  To synchronize

  Right into

  The same space

  You occupy

  Into your arms

  I ache to lie.

  Deny me,

  I am sure to die

  Siphoning

  Your entity

  Deeper still

  Inside of me

  A part of you,

  Which I now to keep

  Safe within

  My troubled sleep

  Candied Sin

  I can hold you in my arms

  Feeling your soul’s embrace

  I can make it hard to breath

  Standing face to face

  Lips of sweetest candied sin

  Wisps of thoughts ignite within

  Makes the hours infinite

  Observations intricate

  Touch of skin, heat and lace

  Skimmed upon a jaded face

  Into your depths, here I go

  Swept into my very soul.

  Immobile

  I was lost but found myself

  In the middle of a mass

  Observing all like mysteries

  Which dodge me as they pass.

  I sit by, anonymous

  Quite silent and unknown.

  Such relief in secrecy,

  For a moment of my own

  What could be said of me,

  If I were on display?

  For everyone to pick on through,

  With all their bias ways.

  Here sits my tiny spirit,

  Encased within my wall.

  An island of myself within,

  Invisible to all.

  Light

  I feel your light

  So deep inside

  I feel your pain

  December rain

  Just disappear

  Into the rear

  Left behind

  No one’s to find

  Inside

  Inside me lies the end.

  Inside, hidden in the dark

  Unlock this virulence,

  That threatens to embark.

  Pain runs in my veins,

  Envelopes my brain.

  Like vultures and prey,

  In the end of days.

  Nowhere can I stay,

  Standing too still.

  No place ever safe,

  No place to fill.

  I can feel it,

  The sadness of me.

  Dwindling within,

  Apparitions of empty.

  Where did I go?

  Never memorized.

  Disappeared in you,

  Never realized.

  Memory Blitz

  I heard a distant breeze,

  Whispering your name.

  I looked at him, he looked at me,

  Then on my way again.

  Entwined

  Dream of me, my love, tonight.

  So I may roam up in your mind.

  Scent of skin and flesh to find,

  A trace of fairy dust entwined.

  Trails of decadent delight,

  Followed in the darkest light.

  Forest, sand and stars ignite,

  Sweeping up the bitter night.

  Tangled up in the sheen,

  Places gone or never seen.

  Eyes so deep, shine and gleam,

  Lost inside what they’ve seen.

  Your embrace, a dire need,

  If only for just a dream.

  Waking with the memory,

  Longing for your face to see.

  Doubt

  In doubt

  I lost perspective

  Somehow

  I resurrected

  My cowardice

  In likeness

  To something undefended

  Questions

  What if green were really yellow,

  And red really white?

  Would the sky be blue today,

  And black still tonight?

  What if rain were not rain,

  And snow not really snow?

  Would the seasons still be there,

  And would the wind still blow?

  What if trees were called birds,

  And grass really sand?

  Would everything still be the same,

  All across the land?

  What if words did not exist,

  And books, also gone?

  Would anyone be writing now,

  Where letters don’t belong?

  What if you did not exist,

  And were no longer here?

  I would be sad indeed,

  And shed for you a tear.

  What if it is not that way,

  And will never be?

  Will earth stay the way it is,

  For all eternity?

  One day

  There was this one night,

  So long ago

  Nothing had begun,

  As life began to flow

  My heart was not broken,

  And my tears were not shed

  My words were unspoken,

  And yet to be misled.

  Your face still unknown,

  Skin untainted by me.

  Your burning fingers,

  I’d yet to see.

  Time was still my friend,

  Unraveling softly.

  Under my veins you breathe,

  As rage burns me.

  Impulse

  I want just to touch you

  Now that would be like living

  I wish I could feel you

  That would be like heaven

  Can I breathe you in?

  Just for one slight second?

  I crave just to hold you

  Now that would be fulfilling.

  As Gray As This

  If there live days,

  As gray as this,

  Then I wish not to wake.

  To sleep, to die,

  To weep, to sigh,

  If not be what we make.

  Thoughts are what,

  My mind’s eye sees,

  And these not to be known.

  All the fault,

  That life has bought,

  You have displaced and shown.

  Souls

  All souls by nature

  Dark as hell

  So rare to find

  A soul so bright

  What a wonder

  What a soul would tell

  If ever made

  To step into light.

  Secret

  If you told the world your secret,

  Then what good is it to keep it?

  If you knew all there was to,

  Then what good is it to tell you?

  If you traveled everywhere,

  Then what good is it to be there?

  If life ceased to be rough,

  Then why need we to be tough?

  If you knew one thing’s for certain,

  Then what good is to have earned it?

  If you told the sky to fall,

  Then what good is life at all?

  Glimpse

  A glimpse of you, resonates

  In my willful past

  I find that I can’t emulate

  The destiny of last

  I don’t believe your memory

  Ever thought of me

  As I think, I contemplate

  The reason that would be

  The lines I see of your glance

  I wish I still could find

  To run my hands along those beds

  Emblazoned in my mind.

  Wallflower

  I am just a wallflower,

  You like to talk to.

  Is that all that I am?

  I am just a crying shoulder,

  You use often.

  Is that all that I am?

  And I fade,

  As soon as you leave me,

 
; All used up again.

  And I hope,

  Every time you leave me.

  You’ll become more than a friend.

  But I am still just a wallflower,

  You still like to talk to.

  Guess that’s all that I am.

  Shred

  These sentimental faces,

  That shred me into tears.

  There’s nothing like the pages,

  Of a manual of fears.

  But my life is in the middle,

  This is all that I can see.

  And it’s hard to keep my chin up,

  When the world crashed into me.

  While my scars bleed on forever,

  Like a pain inside my head.

  Silence, my forgiveness,

  Before I’m ever dead.

  Peace can only come with death,

  From this chaos in our brains.

  Where precious things can drizzle

  A slight of soothing rain.

  Dimensions

  Everyone wants a piece of us,

  Even when there’s nothing left.

  But it is me who holds me down,

  And the dark secrets I have kept.

  Inside my empty soul,

  What will revitalize my vision?

  When there’s nothing left to build on,

  I welcome this mass confusion.

  As tiny as a thought,

  Lost in this expansion.

  A moment of disappointment

  Brings utmost revelation.

  There is nothing in this world,

  That can make me breathe again.

  More than the leaving of this place,

  To forget of this dimension.

  Weaknesses

  My unimaginable sin,

  It creeps so intensely.

  Inside my troubled spirit,

  Aching to be free

  My sorry, fine weakness,

  Disturbs without release.

  Robs me of a higher grace,

  Never lets in peace.

  My unclear conscience,

  Brings utmost grief.

  Not knowing any of my way,

  A solitude so brief.

  Eyes

  Under those eyes,

  So closed to my world,

  Is it dark or light inside you?

  In your distant stare,

  What is it you see?

  Charisma of life enchanted in youth?

  Or inevitable death,

  Darkness stalking our souls?

  Surrounded so tightly,

  Not a crack to look through.

  My tools to reach you,

  Crumble when I touch.

  There is nothing here, it seems.

  But there must be something here.

  You make me feel of nothing,

  As I wander in your mind.

  Tumult

  I know how to love,

  And I know how to take.

  Yet I know how to give,

  And I know how to break

  You…

  Slowly, slowly,

  Like a dying wind.

  Until nothing’s left,

  Inside to defend.

  I know when to leave,

  And I know when to stay.

  Yet does it make a difference,

  In the end, anyway?

  I can use you up,

  Everything living in you.

  Make you weak and empty,

  Very well this I do.

  I mangle and maim,

  All hearts that are true.

  I’ll rip yours right out,

  Bleed me into you.

  I am your disease,

  Embedded inside.

  Eroding away,

  Controlling with lies.

  I shall destroy you,

  If it’s the last thing I do

  For this is my nature,

  A tumultuous brew.

  Dampened Spirits

  This dampening of spirits,

  So typically real.

  The absolute in feeling,

  But how unsatisfied I feel.

  When hardships overwhelm you,

  Light forgets that it exists.

  This abyss that fluctuates,

  Ignores what it can fix.

  There is nothing like a lying sun,

  Who denies his warmth and light.

  To every icy spirit’s hope,

  Bestowing dark of night.

  Devil Inside

  You raped me of mortality,

  Infested me with lies,

  Seduced me with your pleasures,

  As sure as devils die.

  Sang me songs of sentiment,

  So vile, to me, appeal,

  Whispered word’s unspoken powers,

  You are the only real.

  Gave everything of me as yours,

  Took all of you instead,

  Nothing left of your life now,

  Like silence in your head.

  Releasing the Muse

  This sweet inhibition,

  Has frozen all my time,

  As intensely given,

  Taking all that’s mine.

  Silence, a dear, old friend,

  Shows all that I could be,

  Feeling a slight of fancy,

  Becoming suddenly.

  A touch of intensity,

  Ringing in my head,

  Spinning a tale or two,

  Like none I’ve ever read.

  Child

  What power

  Does youth possess?

  I think it,

  Be mine indeed,

  Had I not,

  Grown to be,

  Wretched child,

  Of adversity.

  Time

  Time, don’t you know

  What you do to me?

  Scratching in all your entity,

  Elongating my memory,

  Stealing my life, eventually?

  Time, you heal all types of wounds,

  Let my life again resume,

  Once each night passes the moon,

  You remind me of my doom.

  Time, you endlessly remain,

  Never leaving bits to gain,

  Our sacred hearts on which you aim,

  We beg to let us breathe again.

  Time, have you forgotten me?

  To wither souls so easily,

  Don’t you care who they’re to be?

  We search ourselves so recklessly.

  Time, is there a point to this?

  Do roads of life all end in bliss?

  And what of the things I’ve missed?

  Disturbing Time, unravel this!

  Voices

  The voices inside my head,

  Give me no rest at all.

  Can you hear them out there,

  Screaming their calls?

  So maybe I’m lost,

  From all these years,

  Things I can forgive,

  Intentional fears.

  All in my mind,

  I see their faces,

  Rebutting my words,

  With their phrases.

  Silence, I beg, please!

  Let solace flow,

  Let them leave now,

  And they let me go.

  Scarlett

  Ever a weary soul I hold,

  Heavier, heavier grows my load.

  Smiles impossible to uphold,

  With all eyes possessed by cold.

  Never again shall I lay me down,

  Never again will you take my crown,

  Never again can they make me frown,

  Never, I swear, will my spirit drown.

  Silently watching, shall I be,

  Looking and waiting just to see.

  Knowing so well you’ll fail me,

  Yet, I’ll just sit here, patiently.

  While my heart can wait right here,

  Holding in the weight of tears,

  Nothing shall I have to fear,

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  Infatuation

  Live still, simple soul.

  Dare I crave you more?

  Like infection spreading,

  Makes me crumble to the floor

  Be brave, weary soul,

  Dare I push too far?

  Like a weathered shelter,

  Smashes what you are.

  Breathe in, coveted soul,

  Dare I let you go?

  Like losing one’s thought,

  It’s no good anymore.

  Seasons

  You, you’re like the rain in winter,

  Cold and stinging on my face,

  Crystalizing all this place.

  You, so like the desert heat,

  Melting me in your hands,

  Burning quickly, heat of sand.

  You are the four seasons to me,

  Swirling and raining down.

  Your hurricane, until I drown.

  Place your indecisive frost,

  Here until I’m frozen, lost.

  Or why don’t you fake a spring,

  Serenity of rarest things.

  You, so like all the four winds,

  Pulling, pushing every way,

  Thrashing me most every day.

  You, so like the dying fall,

  Love, a space you endlessly defile.

  Another leaf to join the pile.

  Patience

  Patience

  The blood in my veins burns,

  What am I anxious for?

  My fingers ache to touch,

  There is nothing to feel.

  My soul fills with need,

  I know not for what.

  I am here,

  But I’d rather not.

  Twitching with anxiety,

  What awaits me now?

  Uninterrupted

  I know I can love you,

  If uninterrupted.

  I know I can mean something,

  something sweet and sacred.

  I know I can enlighten you,

  show you a different light.

  Fill you like an empty page,

  sweet literature I write.

  I know I can open you,

  without a stinging pain.

  Spiral around your fingers;

  erase your spirit’s stains.

  I’ll give and give right to you,

  like a missionary’s faith call.

  Answer to your unconsciousness,

  confidently raw.

  I know I’d pay any price,

  to be the one right there,

  Nothing I would keep from you,

  to show you that I care.

  About the Author

  Alexia Purdy resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. She spends every free moment writing or playing with her four rambunctious kids. She devours books daily, especially paranormal urban fantasies and finds genre books to be irresistible. Alexia has been writing since she can remember and loves creating paranormal urban fantasy and poetry. She also enjoys watching movies, dancing, singing loudly in the car and Italian food. She is the author of Ever Shade (A Dark Faerie Tale#1), Ever Fire (A Dark Faerie Tale #2), and Reign of Blood.