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  Feb 2015 Dr Strange
daisies
It's been a while since I've written anything, and I'm starting to wonder if it was your presence that was my only source of inspiration.

This is not good. This is NOT good.

Months passed and I have met so many people that I thought the loss of a person, no matter what it was we had and no matter what it is he meant to me, should not haunt me constantly as it is doing right now.

This is not good. This is not good.

It has become scary because my only getaway from this gruesome, cruel world is sitting down with my cat in my lap contemplating former thoughts of you.

My goodbye was unexplained, and despite the numerous amounts of poetry I've read and the numerous amounts of poetry I've written, I cannot, up to this day, fathom my own goodbye.

This is not good. This is not good.

I sometimes wonder what would happen if I showed up at your doorstep and then I remember I would never really have the guts to do that.

I am petrified of you. I'm still in love with you.

This is not good. This was never good.
Dr Strange Feb 2015
I can only imagine what my dream girl would be like
I mean will she have short hair or long hair
Will her eyes be brown or blue
Will she have a smile of an angel
What will her personality even be like
Does she want to have kids or not
The possibilities were endless and I could only imagine
That was before I met you
For a second I thought I died because I thought you were a fallen angel  
Word escaped my shaking soul
My heart was tugging me so hard telling me to run as fast as I could
But my feet they wouldn't move
I never felt anything so exhilarating
Constantly I asked why does it feel so good but hurt so bad
Then you said those first words and I simple died inside
So nervous I became but words were just flowing out of me
Now I can only think of you
Beautiful girl from the mystic blue
Dr Strange Feb 2015
The other day someone pointed something out to me.  He asked me a question that made me laugh on the inside.  The question was,"why are you so weird". He said that I am always alone away from the crowd just starring at everything that comes by. All I could really do was smile, because that was the first time anyone ever pointed that out, so I gladly answered. I said,"I am always alone because I care too much, even the people I despise I try my best to protect".  He looked at me and said that's stupid and walked away.  It maybe stupid but it who I am. A caring person who just wishes to help everyone around him.
This is my first attempt ever at a story poem so please be nice and give me so feedback. Thank you and god bless
Dr Strange Feb 2015
Three walls and some bars
For twelve years all I saw was three walls and some bars
Oh, and a small window on the forth wall
All because of a crime I didn't even know one could commit
Seventy six counts of ****
What kind of person can even do something so despicable
So downright wrong on so many levels
Then they accuse me of it
A being who couldn't even hurt a fly if it bit him on the right *** cheek
So instead of living free outside prison gates
I am being held captive inside three walls and some bars
With only a view of the small window on the forth wall
Dr Strange Jan 2015
For what reason should I give a ****
Should I tell you what has been on my mind
For what reason should I listen to you
When you ignore everything I say

You play this game that manipulates my life
Then want to get mad at me when my life finally crumbles
When I finally become depressed because my mind can't handle the torture
For what reason do you pretend to give two ***** about me

You make me sick and tired of being alive
Because every thought in my head is that of you telling me I can't
And I know can't but I still try to thrive
Only to dive six feet deeper into the solid ground

I've gone so far down now that I can feel the firey pitts of hell burn my *** to ashes
And it hurts but I cannot cry because I still fear what you think of me
So I pretend not to give a **** when a **** is all I have to give
Because the ***** been burned long before I got to this point

So I laugh knowing that the blood of ******* would spued out my mouth
But just like everything else you ignore that as well
And it enrages me until the point the light in my life ceased to exist
So I end up sitting alone in another lonely night

Can't you open your eyes for not five second
Just see my true sorrow that I don't even hide
Hear my cries of me begging please notice please notice
Please notice me I beg thee

I've become so weak I crawl instead of walking
I'm too tired to eat,Too hungry to sleep
I just don't know what to do anymore
Yet there you are turning your back to as you always have

So why should I give a **** anymore
Though everything is on my mind
Why should I listen these days
When these days are the ones that have finally broken me

I don't care anymore
I can't care anymore
I'm done for
Goodbye world
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