Pens plundering psychedelic patched pockets of prose passionately

Reverie of revised raindrops of rippled reflected rhythms resonating

Omega of open oceans outpouring onyx opportunities of obsession

Sashaying through scattered sighs and splashes of seductive silence spiraling

Embryonic echoes of ecstasy etching and embracing essence of existence.

Pivotal, poetic order, must needs be 14 lines exactly

Regulated pattern, impossible to break

Only Prose laughs, breaks free of common bonds

Says what it wants to say, is as long as it wants to be

Enough! It says. Have mercy, and make this the end

Puddles of festering powerful fiends,

Reveling in the art of indulgence.

Organizers disguised as saints who are

Setting the bar for the maggots.

Eating away at our sanity, so we will praise those who divulge.

Poetry rippled through her soul.

Running constantly in her blood and veins.

On blank leaves creating inspiring vortices.

Showing others contrasting hues of the world.

Emotions seemed splendacious on her monochrome verses.

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perfecting the art of weaving words into worlds, as the night

rolls in without noticing the dark; instead continuing to watch words blossom

on the screen as the night wears on and the

sweetened coffee cools. it is only when light not from the screen

enters the room do we look up, from the world of our creation, into reality.

Pick a pen, with a little jotter

Read and learn, the worlds disorder

Off, to think, create, maneuver

Spread your ink, debate, whatever!

Edit and publish, relate, discover.

Pulse is a name I will never forget.

Ricocheting bullets that could have ripped through my transgender flesh.

Of course, you blame it on the Muslims.

Sorry, it wasn't them. It was one asshole, product of his time, who wanted us dead.

Even though it's been forty-seven years since Stonewall.

Pulse is a name I will never forget.

Really, I thought I was safe because it's been forty-seven years.

Obviously I was wrong. No one is safe.

Such quiet lovely passion in my heart, and the natural complexity of humanity:

Enough to warrant a death sentence.

Pulse is a name I will never forget. It will

Riot in my heart, reach past my tender years to the core of me.

Oscillate between fear and terror.

Siblings, queer brothers and sisters and nonbinary loved ones,

Each of your names sings in my blood.

Pulse is a name I will never forget.

Remember it, scrawl it into your soul like Stonewall.

Obey the call of bravery and pride that echoes under your skin.

Such hatred will not change the fact of who I am.

Everyday I will exist. No one can stop us now.

Please listen. He cannot

Rob me of who I am. I am genderqueer.

Omit nothing - I am pansexual.

Scribble this down, I will not be denied.

Eliminate your ignorance, excise your

Prejudice, because that is what made him.

Really, all we want is to be accepted. This

Odyssey

Should be over by now.

Each of us are human. Stop killing us. Accept us as your equals.

Pulse is a name I will never forget.

hope. or that first-kiss feeling.

maybe the wishes children make on christmas eve.

each dot of ancient light could be

a universe, suspended

and maybe there's people there too

looking out at us

wondering what we are.

Tired of “pat” answers 

And familiar cliches 

Tell me something new

That’ll settle my sway 

Tell me a truth

To guide my way

Something unfamiliar 

To fix my dismay

Don’t even begin

To tell me you’ll pray

We both know you won’t

Your faith you betray

Call me a cynic

Or led astray

I just want some answers 

Instead of cliches