This is most certainly
The strangest case of Not Reality
I have seen in the longest time.
The doctor's words rang in my ears,
His deadly expression curious.

Your family has seen it before,
And obviously passed it unto you.
The doctor shook his head,
His deadly expression curious.

I am rather afraid,
That you have reached stage three
Of the Not Reality.
The doctor smiled sadly,
His deadly expression curious.

I'm worried that I may have
To section you, my dear,
To the ward that cares for Not Reality patients.*
The doctor placed the jacket on me,
His deadly expression curious.

This world is split.
There are people who believe in equality,
But they seem to be the minority.
There are people who believe their way is right,
Their traditional views are causing fights,
There are some people who don't care,
Others are unaware,
Despite the millions desperate for,
If nothing else, acknowledgement or,
Maybe one day something more.

But first, an end to the fear,
The irrational belief that when things appear,
Tough, it's the fault of those you don't agree with,
The ones who, maybe, just want to be with,
The person they love without taking,
The blame for everything making,
This ******* Earth weep,
When floods or disasters sweep,
Guess whose fault it is?
The he who fell in love with his smile,
Or the she who wants to carry her child.

Perhaps one day no one will protest,
Because he decided to wear a dress,
Or she chose to confess,
That despite her body she is a woman,
In a world where gender is defined by day one,
It seems unthinkable that his body is wrong,
But why does it matter to anyone else?
Just let her be a girl and keep your judgement to yourself.
Better still stop judging at all,
Because we're all human, it's not your call.

Attitudes are changing,
And talking to the next generation is uplifting,
Because there's a co-operative feeling,
Of acceptance.

It's just a matter of convincing everyone else.

Listen to these differences
Between you and me
Because they'll be handy, honey,
When you're wondering what you did wrong.

You claw for attention
Of your music taste
Because it's mainstream,
All that modern pop making your brain
Wonder what it's like to prefer rock.

I Like It Heavy like the Halestorm song
Because I see the good in the bad and the ugly
Not like The Chainsmokers
Deciding which filter to use

You watch White Chicks
Because you feel like you can relate to the blonde twins
Locked up in the room
Waiting for those cuts to heal

My friends and I watch it
Because we have a laugh at the guys
Dressing up as teenage girls
Farting in the restaurant being hit on by another guy

I could list a whole lot more
But I'd rather not, so
Do you see the difference?

Ink Stains



Ink is bleeding through

soft drops of poison all black and blue,

little truths and promises scrawled across the surface

my heart drawn freely onto a blank canvas.

I gave you the pen but it bled through,

staining the perfect white with crimson hue

a savior in need,

for my heart indeed

I guess this is what you came to do.

One cannot erase a permanent mark,

but simply shade over to make it dark

Like a scar or wound that can not be replaced,

by a simple touch or look on your face,

but I need you to heal me,

I need to feel the warmth you extend so freely,

I need the sweetness of your breath to fan across my face,

a kiss of your lips not a moment to waste.

Because your love is the key to make us last

regardless of our horrid and troubled past.

so put down the pen you hold so dearly

and just come closer, please come near me,

because I promise I'll be forever yours for the rest of eternity.