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All those stares everywhere I go,
Beating and burning the back of my head.
Can you even imagine being me -
“Different”, a minority?
Everything is changing as I am
Finding out what I am made of -
Giving me unending pride and
Hope for the future world -
Inspired by equality for all.
Just look inside my soul and
Know that I am not so bad.
Look at me and understand that
My name has changed and it is
Not the same as when I was born.
Operations will transform me into the
Person I am in my heart and in my mind.
Questions from you are welcomed,
Rudeness, however, can be left at the door.
Send your bitterness and hate away to learn
That not all people are the same.
Understand that I will always love myself and
Violence will never ever be the answer
When all I want is to be accepted.
X marks the spot on our hearts when
You have decided to wholly learn to
Zero out the hate in which our society takes a toll.
Zero out the cold-heartedness and
You will feel better about yourself.
X’s and O’s go to the people
Who love me for simply being me.
Victory unending goes to those who  
Understand and love each other
Through the most difficult times -
Sorrow, hate, crimes, and pain.
Realize that we do not need help,
Quit telling us that we are mentally sick,
Pretty pretty please, with a cherry on top.
Oh, I hope and dream that the day is
Nearing when we are equal in each eye,
Minorities will cease to exist anymore with
Love that is pure and acceptance for all.
Knowing that each of us is not the same
Just simply goes to show that
I will never let you bring me down.
***** is not my name, never ever will it be.
Gender identity is not a choice -
Forgiveness, though, is a choice.
Educate yourself to gain knowledge.
Do not call me “dude” or ”man”,
Call me Unique, not my birth name.
By all means, you don’t have to love me -
All I ask is that you accept me for being me.
Two years ago
I didn't know your name, I couldn't see.
My world was dark, so very dark,
And then you came to me

One year ago
I didn't know the friend you would come to be
My world was light, so very bright,
Your love had set me free

An hour ago I didn't know the power of your touch
I think heaven made a mistake today
I'm smiling way too much
" You seem busy having dinner", he said.

" on knees, beneath the table. I know you're hungry too", she said while giving a glimpse.

she didn't say a word, sipping wine on table and suppressing the moans.
" I'm drunk ", he said & she kicked.
" in your juices"**, he moaned
we're all art.
we're all magic.
why to become a show for this worldly fake ticket.
when you believe in nature's existence.
when you embrace the universe in you, across that sky.
things change, you know..
cracking lips.*
winter screams, they've been hiding in my limb.


licking tongue.
drying lips, while soaking in my river so thin.


shining eyes.
morning ding, rhyming and echoing till the brim.


what they've been hiding, is all *frost
.
what they've been shining, is all mist.


It feels.  It feels.

**Winter is knocking.
collectively posted in my head with an assumption and whisper of winters arriving as I lick my lips getting dry.
 Nov 2015 Nico Allentine
Viseract
When stress and tension are so high,
That you believe your stomach holds the weight of the sky,
Beat up a black, swinging punching bag
And leave your tensions behind to mangle, dangle and drag

Unleash the power bestowed within,
You may find doing so also unleashes a grin
Wild, almost psychotic, off-the-hook
The kind that makes passers-by turn and look

Hook, uppercut, jab and straight,
Doesn't matter which, leave that to fate
And put the sky back where it belongs
Out of your chest, because it fits wrong
Did this today. Beat up a punching bag. Thanks, Georgia, for providing said punching bag. My knuckles aren't quite as raw as they were :)
Is a rather large
Group of mothers, criminals and
the forgotten victims
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Dear tenderfoot, Don’t hurt yourself here
I am the jagged edges you will no doubtedly cut yourself on
Soft hands grabbing me in the night
Take me for a ride, and just drive
Simple sweet sin in the depths of your shallow soul
Fingers tied into yours
Pull me apart at the seems in the thick waves of your chestnut hair
Dear tenderfoot, you haven't earned your name yet so I will not say it
Late night texts turn the wheels in my mind till turning pages with stanza written acrostically for you
You see you are a lot like the paper in the journal I write in
You tear easy
My dear, I am the pen, I can tear through you with my inked words alone
You see, lovely tenderfoot
You are soft and gentle like a chaser
And I have a ***** personality
You are a teddy bear in the talons of a hawk I call my poetry
But you will stay intaced
For now
The hawk will do you no harm
My inked words will not permeate your skin
And frankly I’d like a chaser like you to dilute the punch of my personality
so my lovely tenderfoot
Are you ready to become words on a page
With a star crossed lovers theme?
Or are you ready to give up all these dreams
And drive away with all my metaphors
Whoops I added two lines, I'm reading this for a slam on Wednesday
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