write about Silence,
and the things people don't ever say,

F l o w e r s   a r e   t h e   m o s t   B e a u t i f u l
I n  f o r m s,  c o l o u r s  and   E s s e n c e s
Galaxies Even rarer
         In
Fleur of cosmic Space
Threads of our  dreamy  dust
    Embraced in  no time  we drift
      E         n           d           l          e           s           s            l                y
                  Intimate       ­     Polarities             Sacred             Pollienation
          
                                        W o m e n    are   Rare  Flowers
                                  ­                M e n   Create~d:   for *Us

I know when I'm sad ill be happy again,  I know when I'm timid ill be free again,  I know when i get discouraged courage will come back again and again and again and again and again

I'm strong!
I may not believe it or feel it,
But i got that courage deep inside to lit.
Been through so much, cried repeatedly and broke down emotionally.
It hurt so much and tortured me,
But I realized I choose my destiny.
Distancing myself from people and felt like dying.
Ripping myself to threads in the corner crying.
Yelled for help as I bruised my mind and heart,
until i became so shattered, I was lost.
Trying to search for someone that never existed, making everything all twisted.
I blamed it all on me,
I knew i'm strong enough but it was a defeat
Reflected myself watching me hurt.
Trapping myself in the dirt.
Fantasizing of being happy,
when all I had to be was me and remove the toxic people out my life.
I came this far, i can finally open up that door.
I am strong!
I'm starting to see it, to believe it.
Don't give up when times are rough.

-dpk

"I'm fine," she says with a halfhearted grin.
"I'm fine," she says again, waving away a helpful hand.
"I'm fine," she says to herself, several minutes later.
"I'm fine," she whispers, wiping her face.
She's not fine.

"I'm fine," she says moments after the cry leaves her lips.
"I'm fine," she says to herself, sinking to the floor.
"I'm fine," she tells herself, shaking in a ball.
"I'm fine," she repeats, picking up the razorblade.
She's not fine.

"I'm fine," she says to her concerned family.
"I'm fine," she insists as those who love her worry.
"I'm fine," she says to anyone who listens.
"I'm fine," she lies as she slices her wrists.
She's not fine.

"I'm fine," she cries, sobbing on the bathroom floor.
"I'm fine," she wails, but only in a whisper.
"I'm fine," she mutters, watching the blood leave her wrist.
"I'm fine," she practices, stepping from the room.
She's not fine.

"I'm fine," she assures the world outside.

Thou doth not meet by accident
Nor chance!!!

Thou shalt meet one by predetermined
And predestined fate!!!

Little whispers
reverberate like thunder
leaving devastation
in their wake

She moves with
The grace of a panther
And is just as deadly

i.


the stars do not shine
loneliness presses the air
into a tangle of last years withered
leaves,
loneliness in summer leaves
that whisper to a grey moon
a song of regret.


ii.


dreams of midnight,
cool rain,
songs more alive
than this low-roofed night.


iii.


teardrops like the ghostly moon, lost
against the heart that
flutters like a dark sky
breathing stars.
  

iv.


the mottled horizon
pools into greys,
tender eyed with
soft sadness,

in these dim hours when silence
cloaks the woods and
human laughter disappears

we sink against the softer sky
and the slow fade of moon and
long for dream, for everything
to reawaken and unwind.


v.


we are swimmers heading as far
out as we can get. surreal silver
stars, opening like flowers,
refusing to drown.