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Dr Strange Dec 2014
I'm a nice guy
A jolly one in fact
But it seems only my emotions of hatred make it to the outside world
Caging my smile in a dark barrier of misconception
Giving off this false impression that I am a demoned eyed beast
But I am here, somewhere beneath this hollowed mask
I am here laughing,singing,playing, waiting for the day I shall be released from this barless cage
And believe me the day is rapidly approaching
I can feel it coursing through my veins
The pure joy pumping in my blood
But until the day it finally makes it way through the pores of my skin
I shall sit here silently looking into the outside world,
Awaiting my turn to bath in its glorious rays
A message from inside
Dr Strange Nov 2015
I hate this place
Our colors may be purple, green, and gray but all I see is orange with a number on our backs
059 please step this way
056 please wait in line
0 what the **** is wrong with this ****
We come to school to learn and to better our futures
Not to discover what it is like to be in shackles and orange jump suits
Looking like professional garbage men with guns pointed at our heads 
The air is so stale here that I feel like I'm about to pass out with every breathe I take
Over here got me hyperventilating as I try to squeeze my small self through the small cracks in the hallway
Half the time I feel like a dart on a dart board the way they have me pinned against these lockers
Then I'm the rude one when I finally say *****,get the **** out the way
Cause if we are late it is another penalty going towards us
And I ain't got the time to be sitting in the hole over something I couldn't even control
Like what kind of game do they think this is
Treating us like kindergartners when we are **** near adults
Hell I'm 18 I beat the statistics
A black male and still not in jail
And before you say where are we now
This place isn't jail, this place is hell
Life may be harder outside these walls
But this place I swear is just ridiculous
They swear they are preparing us for college
But in actuality the only thing they are preparing us for is failure
Dr Strange Nov 2014
Leaves of orange red and green
Crystal blue skies as far as the eye can see
Fresh air flowing through the lungs
Birds chirping hidden in the trees
Long walks through the majestic woods
Eyes sealed shut letting nature lead the way
The sun's gleaming lights seeping through the holes above
Adding a certain sparkle to the already amazing world
Calming waves crashing against the ocean shores
Fish splashing down the rivers and streams
The children playing in the fallen leaves
You smiling at me as I hold your hand
The perfect autumn day if you ask me
But then again,
Any day can be perfect with you in hand
Dr Strange Mar 2016
Good Afternoon,


The following should not be televised but is sadly the truth


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Bang Bang
Well look at what we have here
Another black boy laying on the ground dead
Bang Bang
Two more white boys on the ground gasping for air
Screaming in pain and agony as the blood gushes from their open wounds
**** it!
When will it end
When will the endless of cycle of violence come to an end
Just last week a four year old was shot in the face in a shootout between the white man and a ******
Call the police someone screamed
No, please don't
They don't understand how to handle situations like this 
They'll only make it worse I promise you that
Run, run like the wind or this really will be the end
No that's my son the ******'s momma screams
Her son is on the ground praying for his life
I don't wanna die,i don't wanna die,he cries at the top of his lungs
I'm sorry Joseph, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, I'm sorry I couldn't avenge you
You see Joseph was his little brother who was shot and killed by a white cop two weeks before
He was a straight A student who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time
Now we are here big bro seeking revenge for his little brother's death
How noble but now death seeks to reap another life lost in the shadows
**** it the 5.0 is here, disperse
Dang it big bro is dead, and momma just froze appalled by what she just witnessed
The sky really is a painted mural made of blood
Sad tale both ended by the hands of a cop

Now the white man's story was a bit different
Long ago he was a proud member of society
He helped a lot of people rise up when they fell to their knees
Then one day he and his family was sitting at the dinning room table eating the dinner his wife just prepared
It all happened so suddenly he proclaimed
Seven black males burst through the front door and gunned them down in matter of seconds
He was the only survivor, in a single night he lost his entire livihood
Now he is just this hollowed out corps floating in a black ocean
He began to hear voices in his head telling him to **** them all
Thus Joseph life was stolen and left in a dark ally behind the middle of nowhere
Bang Bang
Now this story begins once again
Will the violence ever come to an end
Dr Strange Sep 2017
It's amazing how I call myself a poet
A master of words
Able to bend and warp them in ways you cannot even begin to fathom
But when I look at you, my mind reverts back to that of a toddler
Unable to comprehend what is happening right before his very eyes
It is as if your beauty transcends reality
Trapping me in this dream state with only one goal in mind
Making you mine until the end of time
So even when I open my eyes,
I could relive the moment your smile lit up the night skies
Dr Strange Nov 2015
I woke up from a dream tryna understand who I'm meant to be
You know my destiny
My identity
But all I see is a black sea
Correction red sea
Because it has been tainted by blood you see
And it sad they call this a revolution
Because all I see is a mass extinction
My brother and sisters falling left and right
And I'm just standing here being me
Confused really
Because I don't see the point in fighting this war
When after we won there is no point in going on
Dr Strange Jul 2016
I want to blame the cops for the crimes they committed against my kind
But at the same time...
I can't ignore the crimes my kind has committed against it's own kind
We go around popping caps in our brother's and sister's head
Just to get the dollar they got stuffed in their pockets
So can you really blame the cops for being afraid of us
If we do that to our own kin...
God only knows what we'll do to them if we get the chance
So truth be told if we want change
We have to change as a people
And stop blaming them for the things we caused
Black lives matter
But thing is...
We have to believe that ourselvesl
Dr Strange Mar 2016
chic chic* bang

chic chic bang
* ring ring* ring ring*
Hello.
No, no that can't be so

All my life I had to fight
Never knew what was wrong or right
Nobody had faith in me
They all abandoned me
But not that man
The man who gave me a chance

Now he is dead
And I'm all alone once again

All my life I had to fight
Never knew what was wrong or right
Nobody had faith in me
They all abandoned me
But not that man
The man who gave me a chance

Now he is dead
And I'm alone once again

But before he went out with a bang
He taught me one valuable thing
The only reason I'm alone is because I chose to be
Dr Strange Dec 2014
Remember
You must remember
Remember who you are
Why you came to this place

Remember
Why can't you remember
You're worthless
A disgrace to humanity

No,That's not true
It can't be true
You have accomplished so much
Gained so much on your own

Stop lying to yourself
What have you really gained
you're still alone in a hell like world
Burning your soul over an open fire

Why...
Why do you torture yourself
Feeding yourself this false hope
Just give in already

No one cares about you
You're nothing
If you were to disappear no would notice
GIVE IN ALREADY,leave your soul

My soul...
I can't leave something that has already gone
But even it wasn't I would never give in to you
Never will I give up as if my life means nothing

You have no soul
WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY LOSE
Come with me my child
It will be alright

*To be continued
A conversation with myself
Dr Strange Dec 2015
Set me free
Set me free
I beg of thee
I'm tired of these ******* shooting at me
Cause It's the same **** everyday
Me running away
Hoping I don't get caught by the likes of thee
And by thee I mean them
The ****** who once bullied me
Punching me
Stomping me
Humiliating me
Making me forget I'm a human being
So I finally got fed and became all big and bad
That's where my story got sad
And I became another victim
Another **** on the street
But I didn't choose the **** life
The **** life chose me
Dr Strange Sep 2015
I do not have any epic metaphorical lines
For this poem is not me preaching from my soul
To me these are just lines on a thin sheet of paper
One that floats in the wind like a bird with broken wings drenched in sorrow's blood,
As it just attempts to become something better than itself
Not knowing that it is doomed to be marooned on the ground of this forsaken planet
Constantly being stepped on and kicked around by the wind's rough touch
Constantly catching the tears of others, but stay hiding it's own behind a cloaked mask
What a sad story for a weightless sheet of paper that just wanted to soar
Forced to live a lie everyday
Until finally it begins to decay
can anyone help me title this poem?
Dr Strange Oct 2015
What kind of sorcery is this?
This is madness I swear
Every time you walk by you take my soul along with you
Every time you speak my mind goes boom, causing my entire vocabulary to burn to ashes, leaving me with nothing
My heart just stops
As my eyes gaze upon the sunset over the horizon
Well, that is what they see, but in actuality it is just you
A bright new star over the midnight sea
And just like the legend of the Phoenix
Where we end it is where we begin it
Leaving the old chapter of our lives behind and starting anew
You know a life where it is not just you then there is I
But me and you
This was just a dream I had, ya know
But instead of just resting on this dream, I really want to make it reality
So this is me asking you no, begging you to be mine tonight
And every night to come
Dr Strange Oct 2015
There are a thousand things I can possibly say
A thousand things that roam freely through my head
With all this pain, the endless nightmares that haunt me in my dreams
As I play this stupid *** game life forces upon me
It’s hard, life just isn’t fair
It possesses me, corrupting the way I think
Destroying my sense of awareness as I burn attempting to hang onto my sanity
I feel weak crawling upon the floor made entirely of dead corpses
The thought of death dances in my head as my mortal self fades from existence
Who am I, why do I exist
Why does it feel as if a dagger is piercing my inner soul
I feel like a bird with clipped wings
Standing here watching a part of me fly off into the distant winds
I can’t be alone, there is no way that this is where I was meant to perish
There has to be a way out out of this dark hole
There has to be, there has to be, there has to be, there has to be
There has to be, right?
Why wouldn’t there be
I’m going to die here aren’t I?
No, I’m going to survive
But if I don’t allow me to at least go out with a smile
Dr Strange Feb 2016
Do I love her?
I can't say that I do
I mean I love her
But I don't love...her
She is really nice and all
Always got my back and what not
But alas I am too young to love
Too young to be loved
I'm not mature enough
Not strong enough
Not fast enough
So do I love her
Maybe...
But as of now...
Love is the last thing I'd call this
Dr Strange Jun 2016
I write this sad poem because I don't know what else to do
It feels like my mind and body has been separated into two
I find myself staring mindlessly at the sunset and the moon
But In actuality I'm just glaring deeply at you
It has been a long time and I think you should know the honest truth
I love you but that feeling is slowly going  mute
It's funny you think I'm talking about the love of my life
But I'm talking about the guy who lost his sight
The one who wrote this tragic poem on this very night
Who said goodbye as he held his trigger extremely tight
Dr Strange Sep 2017
Dear Society,

When did we become soldiers instead of human beings
Game pieces instead of flesh and bone
When did we become so consumed  by hate
Seeking vengeance against those who just want to live their lives
When did our purpose become so blurred
Our faith sealed in a blood oath to die in pain and agony
When did we close our eyes to the truth
Allowing lies and deceit to corrupt our way of living
Oh society,
When did we become this
A pile of empty husk desperately clinging onto polluted air
Lost in a barbaric way of thinking as what makes us human slowly disappear
Dr Strange Mar 2016
So this is Autumn
Don't make me laugh
I remember a time when autumn was peaceful and calming and not this depressing piece of...
Let me not finish that sentence
I remember a time as a kid when I actually did cannonballs in. a giant pile of leaves decimating someone's hard work
That was kind of evil now that I think about it
I remember a time when i laid in the grass as the wind blew across my chubby cheeks
Yes I do realize I just roasted myself
But my point is this bull crap is not Autumn
Since when has Autumn been so dull and crying nonstop as if it is sad
In fact, I can recollect a single time during Autumn I stayed indoors staring out the window wondering why the sky is leaking this clear mystery fluid
And this is supposed to be Autumn
I can't remember a time I could looked into backyard a saw an entire tree of green leaves in November
And this is supposed to be Autumn
This isn't Autumn
This is a disgrace
Dr Strange Jul 2016
They put guns to our heads and tell us to surrender
Return to our cages and do as they bid
And if we disobey they unalive us
Putting bullets through our heads chanting you won't survive this
As they hang us from ropes and call us suicidal
Saying we had a hard life and just couldn't do it anymore
Writing our suicide notes and pinning them on the door
As we just cry from our ghostly bodies saying we didn't deserve this
But these days no one cares to hear the truth
For they're too busy laughing at how low we stooped
The truth is they don't respect us
But what does one expect when we don't respect ourselves
Check out the rest of my black lives matter poems at

#blacksaga
Dr Strange Sep 2017
Time,
We never seem to have enough
So we gaze upon the forbidden skies, lost, confused
Unaware we are desperately clinging onto silence
Waiting, for when time meets its tragic demise
So I don't have a title for this poem yet and open to suggestions
Dr Strange Feb 2017
MOMMA

Momma, I'm sorry
I'm sorry that your little boy isn't so little anymore
That he turned into this beast not even you can recognize

I'm sorry that instead of coming to you for help like you asked him to
He turned to the street and is now trapped behind three walls and some bars

I'm sorry that you had such high hopes for him
Only for him to turn around and let you down beyond your wildest dreams

I'm sorry that he hurt you so badly
I swear it wasn't his intention to do such a thing

So momma, I'm sorry

FATHER**

Father, I blame you
I want to believe that you tried to be there for him
But please answer this where were you

Where were you when momma was crying in pain and agony
On her knees bleeding from her heart as her soul disintegrated

Where were you when momma lost her job
Forcing us to beg and cheat just so that we could have something to eat that night

Where were you when momma finally lost her mind to the darkness that tortured her
Causing her little boy to be motherless and symbolically hang himself

Where were you when the blood gushed from our shattered beings
When we could no longer take the continuous lashes life granted us

Where were you when we needed you
No where to be found and that's the truth

So father, I blame you
Dr Strange Jul 2016
It's funny how the past comes back just to haunt you
Wrapping its arms around you as if the two of you are best of pals
Just before sinking its sharp teeth into your flesh and bones
Causing you to scream ****** mary begging for it to all go away
But it never does it just goes deeper and deeper and deeper
Until you're on your hands and knees
Crying blood tears from your blackened eyes
As you look down into the reflecting pool wondering why me
Why me...
Struggling to reach out to the other where the grass seems greener
Not realizing it's just an allusion
But it doesn't matter now
Because you have already fallen victim to the demon seed
Dr Strange Jun 2017
That night I never made it home
I just ran as fast as I could in attempt to escape the darkness that was swallowing my heart
I could feel it breathing down my neck as it whispered "give in" into my ears
Warping my thoughts fusing them with the anger that existed in my soul
I ran until I couldn't run anymore
Wheezing and gasping for air until finally I collapsed
I closed my eyes to accept my fate and as I seeped deeper into the abyss a phrase slipped out forever resonated with me
I'm sorry, it had to be done
I let out an ungodly roar as my eyes changed to that of a killer
Dripping crimson tears from the cravouses that once leaked everything good
I had become a nobody
An empty shell of my former self
And most of all...
The monster I feared
They tuned for the continuation of the story
Dr Strange Jun 2017
But every monster has an origin story
How they came to exist in this cruel world
I became fed up with the pain that continuously stabbed me in my chest
I got tired of see my mother cry every night because my father beat her within inches of her life
Then school was no better
Everyday I would run and hide hoping they wouldn't find me
Screaming me in my head wondering why this had to be me
I didn't deserve this life
All I ever wanted to do was put a smile upon people's faces
But that dream seemed so far away
Because without fail they would find me just to beat with both words and fist
Robbing me of my pride and joy...of my dreams
Then would leave me for dead
 And I would just lay there and cry begging for someone to rescue me
But they would all just watch and laugh as if it was funny
All but him anyways but even he wasn't enough to save me in the end
They tuned for the continuation of the story
Dr Strange May 2017
They called me monster for what I did
Saying that I deserve to rot in hell and burn to a crisp
My own mother turned her back on me without shedding a single tear
And I just stared at her hoping she would understand
But...she just shook her head and walked away in shame
Never looking back, never viewing me the same
For in her eyes her little boy had died
Took a bullet right through his brain
And truth be told she isn't wrong
Her little boy was forever changed
Stay tuned for the continuation of the story.
Dr Strange May 2017
They called me monster for what I did
Saying that I deserve to rot in hell and burn to crisp
My own mother turned her back on me without shedding a single tear
And I just stared at her hoping she would understand
But...she just shook her head and walked away in shame
Never looking back, never viewing me the same
For in her eyes her little boy had died
Took a bullet right through his brain
And truth be told she isn't wrong
Her little boy was forever changed
Stay tuned for the continuation of the story.
Dr Strange May 2017
It wasn't always like this
Once upon a time the sun shined where this bearing wasteland resides
Everything was peaceful, majestic I dare say
I wasn't this blood thirsty criminal who committed mass genocide
I was a sweet and innocent child who dreamed to be doctor
One who swore he would be the one to cure cancer one day
Causing tears of joy to rain down upon this desert we call home
But life had other plans for me
Hellbent on creating a monster who painted white canvases as red as a black beauty rose
So here I am...bathing in a pool of my victim's blood
Becoming the monster life wanted me to be
Stay tuned for the continuation of the story
Dr Strange May 2017
I remember calling for her
Hoping she would hear my screams over the cries of the angry mob
And for a second she stopped
As if she heard me and wanted to turn around but couldn't bring herself to do it
So instead she just glanced at the heavens as if she was praying
Reaching out in attempt to relinquish the pain that corrupted her soul
Before walking away never to be seen by my eyes again
I later heard rumors that she had died
That the pain was too much for her fragile heart
And on that night she shot herself as she laid in my old bed
Stay tuned for the continIuation of the story
Dr Strange Jul 2016
Shots fired
Another black kid lays dead upon the ground
Tragic, so tragic indeed
Move along nothing to see here
It is just another black boy soaking in his own blood
Nothing major
Wait what...!

Sigh

we really are nothing aren't we
A waste of air and space apparently
Oh lawdy now the black community is mad
Let's start riots and destroy our own stuff
Yeah that'll surely get the white man's attention

Sigh

**** we really are stupid aren't we
No wonder they are killing us off
What sense does that make
One of our own gets shot by the opposite race,
Which somehow causes us to gain this desire to open the gates of hell
The logic is too real
This what white man get for letting us out of our cages
Yeah that was said
Sometimes I believe we should just go back to our slave days
At least back then we were somewhat domesticated
Because now we're just acting like frightened animals
Oh, that boy was shot and killed by that white man
Let's burn everything to the ground
*****...
The black revolution has begun once again
Only this time it is just stupid
If you're going to do something that could possibly change the world
The least you can do is do it right
Stop the violence
Both black and white
Check out the rest of my black lives matter poems at

#blacksaga
Dr Strange May 2016
Into the void I go
Nothing but darkness from head to toe
I'm cold...
I hear a whisper in the distance
It tells me to just let it go
So I do...
I see a light
So I smile thinking it's my way out
But I was wrong...
It was just another void colder than the one before
So into the void I go
With no hope
With no soul**
I tried to find myself
in places that didn't exist...
My soul and heart are filled with void
I tried to find the missing piece
But I only ended up losing more
I just wanna find happiness
Within myself...
Always wandering
If there's a way out of this
....Getting high
Trying to fill this void
Realizing there's no way out
...living in hell on earth
Bold is me
Not bold is Falen
Dr Strange Oct 2014
I am a man no, I am a black man
I walk these streets with a cursed mark upon my hands
The white man trys told me in these restraints
But I laugh, look him in the eyes and say

You don't control me
This ain't slavery no more
God granted me free will
So who are you to question the gifts god give

It's funny really
When you look at my kind all you see sin
As if we're monsters created by satan
But please keep thinking that way, it's only making us stronger

The thing is this is a new world
A world were the swords between our races no longer need to be drawn
But still you haven't given up
Even after seeing what our kind can do

I admire that though
It shows that you're strong
But you see you're fighting the wrong war
It's no longer this or that

Instead, it's can we survive
Yesterday we fought each other to the death
But today we need to fight side by side
So that we can even see a tomorrow

Can't you understand that
Yeah sure I'm black
And so what you're white
But this is not about that

Dr.Martin Luther King Jr. once said he had a dream
And his dream was to see our kinds live in peace and harmony
That one day the world won't see it as being black or white  
But instead see it as equal living beings

Have you ever thought he was right
You're trying to wage war against us
And we're simply trying to end it
But I guess that is asking too much

So many have died trying to keep us separated
But enough is enough
What if it was your grandma, brother or sister
Would you finally end it then

Why wait when it's too late
Why **** anymore who don't deserve to die
On both sides we have lost so much
So let's compromise

We don't ask to be on top
We just simply wanted to be treated as equals
Because we were all born in this world survivors
But what's the point of surviving just to walk into another fight

We're simply exhausted
So please let's end it here
Let's be friends
And survive to see tomorrow
Dr Strange Jun 2016
In peace...
Sons bury their fathers
In war...
Fathers bury their sons
So are we at war
Are we...at war
Because today all there is death
Fathers burying sons as mothers and daughters cry in vain
Not understanding the pain that course through their veins 
Screeching why at the top of their lungs
Unable to breathe in the depths of hell
As they fall to their knees praying to their gods
Are we at war
Or is this some type of twisted peace
Because sons are burying their fathers
Who they never knew because their fathers were always away
Looking into the reflecting pool only to see themselves in blooded tears
Forcing their sons to become men at early ages
Causing them to become so conflicted they commit sins to compensate
Attempting to fill the dark void in their already shattered hearts  
Opening the gates of hell becoming demons that feed off the souls of others
Thus the cycle begins again
So are we at war
Are we...at war
Or is this just the true face of peace
Dr Strange Dec 2014
They told us to wait,so we did
We waited nearly two hundred years,but where are we still
The black man is still not free
We are still a slaves to society
The society we built, and would not had been here if we didn't come
In the southern peach state of jawja
A confederate flag hangs high and proud
The very flag that implanted darkness in every little black boy's and every little black girl's heart
Are you series?
Is this what you call
"freedom"
A land wherever we go we are being descriminated against as if we're criminals
We never really asked to come here
You kidnapped our ancestors from their homes
NOW YOU WANT TO TREAT US AS IF WE DON'T BELONG
Newsflash
WE DON'T!
We were never supposed to be here
But you thought it was okay when were "slaves"
Truth be told we still are
It's just now that our shackles are invisible to the naked eye
Is it wrong all we want is to be treated as if we are humans
Feel like we belong somewhere
It's too late for us to go back home
This is our home now
So please just let us just be **free
Please fill free to read the rest of my #blacksaga poems I would truly appreciate it. Enjoy.
Dr Strange Oct 2014
We all make sacrifices to survive in this world
Many in which we regret to the very end,
But we lie to ourselves saying it's for the greater good
Even when we know there is no greater good in what we're doing
For there will never be a greater good when making costly sacrifices,
But I guess that's where the philosophy "you win some, you lose some", comes from
If that's the case why are we fighting
No matter what do so many people will get hurt
Does it make it any better since we're trying to survive
In this chaos is there really a good guy,
Or are we all just the villain in disguise
Which begs one to wonder what if everything we believed in was a lie
And we're all just part of some elaborate scheme to eliminate ourselves
What if our true purpose was to die
Would you take a life to save your own,
Only postpone your own demise
So the only real question left to ask is
What if...?
Dr Strange Nov 2014
I wash my hands of you,
At least I try to
My heart still write songs about your unmeasurable beauty
About how talented you are
About how amazing you looked that night
So I told myself maybe I'll get to hear your sweet voice just one more time
Maybe I'd get to see your beautiful smile just one more time
Maybe I'd get the chance to hold your soft hands just one more time
Maybe I won't see you ever again
Forcing me to become a victim of the deadly phrase,"what if"
What if I'd just told you about how felt when talking to you
How you literally made my day even when it was past the point of no return
How pathetic I looked as I waited for you to return my text
What if I just told you these these truths instead of hiding behind this invisible wall
What if I told you I think I'm falling in love with you
Would you say it back
Or would I just look like a fool
what if you were part of my life
Would you be happy
Or would I be the worst guy you ever met
What if...
I could be your guy
Dr Strange Sep 2014
The ability to write poetry is the ability to understand life
To know it's not always about being the best
That it's not always about who can do what
Poetry is emotion
It is the silent words that lurk in our minds
It is our unsaid weaknesses exploited to their full potential
Which then makes it our strengths
It is the bridge that connects us to the mortal world
It is the proof that we are human
That we can cry
That we can laugh
That we can have remorse...
To us poet it is so much then just words on a piece of paper
It is our heart and our pride
As poets we all have our reasons why we write
Because we all come from our different backgrounds
Some of us have lost sight of the light
Other bath in it
There are even some who sit upon the border because they can't make up their mind
But as poets we all have one thing in common
We write because we are not immortal
We write because poetry is our life
We write because  poetry is our hope
And if we didn't have it we'd all be in a different place
Most likely a place beyond darkness
Even if the reason we write is joy
What's the point of being happy if everyone else is not
So we write to share
That's what it means to be a poet
Dr Strange Nov 2014
What's the point anymore
The depression is too strong and I am too weak
I can feel it clawing at my soul
Breaking my bones turning me into jelly
I can hear its whispers in my ears
Telling the rest of my body to just ******* give
What's the point anymore
My blood has already blackened
And eyes have already dried from the nonstop crying
My head aches and my heart is non-existent
I just need a respite from the ******* called life
Only I wish it would be permanent
No more tightropes, afraid I may fall 30 stories to my death
Not that it would be a bad thing to begin with
Funny I say I hate life so much but I'm terrified of death
Maybe a part of me wants to live
Forcing me to second guess every move I make
Only making it that much worse
What's the point anymore
Maybe there is one and I just can't see it
Maybe it's not just my left eye that is blind
Maybe it is me as a whole
And death isn't the answer I seek
Maybe just maybe I'll see
Dr Strange Dec 2014
In my entire existence on this earth
I have learned that I don't do too well with people
Yet, I wish to protect the people
Provide the people a a sanctuary to call home
Where they can laugh as a team and family
As brother and sister
Mother and daughter
Even father and son
And when I die
Cause I will die
I wish to die a honorable death
Knowing I spoke out for the people
For those under every bridge
Within every tree
And inside every home
Then I shall smile
Leaving this world knowing I made a difference
For the good and soon the better
Dr Strange May 2016
Am I suppose to cry
Feel sad because you're not by my side
Make a big scene letting the world know I miss thee
Drowning myself in the vast pitt of despair as I wonder...
Wonder will I ever see you again
Syncing with the rain that pours down upon my head
As I look down into the reflecting pool only to see the past that once was
Viewing it as if it was only a dream
Still reaching out to grab your hand only to have disappear before feeling your warmth surge through me
So you tell me,
Am I suppose to cry
Because I can't feel anything outside of the pain that sings on the inside
Graduating high school but my gf and I are going to different schools
Dr Strange Oct 2014
They call me childish but I laugh with these eyes
The crimson tears that once flooded the skies
Always being looked down upon as if I'm Satan's child
The struggle is real and I don't know why
I'm just an innocent child who just wanted to survive
Fighting the tough battle that'll lead to his demise
Being weakened for reasons only god knows why
Stumbling on ever twig that he passes by  

But why...

I just wanted to live my life
I didn't ask to be stuck beneath these skies
But what does one expect from an orphan in disguise
Blooded tears leaking from his broken eyes
If only they knew the truth
The pain I try so hard to deny
Calling home a box in the street
Curling up in a ball trying to maintain the heat

This life...

I would reach out calling out for mom
But mom is gone probably getting high again
There goes my lunch money dad was kind enough to give
Too bad papa don't want me refusing to take me in
He knows mom is an addict but he just looks at me saying I'll survive
Ha I'll survive after I starve to death
Because I have too much pride to be on the streets begging for money
Only for it to be used for my mother's "food"
It ain't my fault my parent's abandoned me
sigh why this life gotta be so hard


I didn't...

I'm so weak I can't complain no more
My legs feel like rubber and my stomach continues to growl
I can feel my life span shortening searching for a sad relief
It's the end for me, god please set me free
I crawl in desperation settling for the crumbs I find on the ground
Look at me pathetic
It's sad how life did me so wrong

ask for...?

Who would dare ask for this
I just wanted to be a normal if you know what I mean
I want to yell at my parent's saying I hate them
Knowing they still love no matter what
But that's not the case for I
The child about to die leaving his cursed why's
But why this life I didn't ask for?
Dr Strange Dec 2014
Words
What can a man really say to the one he loves
It's not like confessing this emotion is the easiest thing in the world
Then they say,"oh,what's the worst that can happen,she says no"
YES,"NO" HURTS YA KNOW!
It's like taking a dagger to the heart
It can be quick and settle,but the pain is still everlasting
That could destroy a man
Such prideful creatures we are
Some of us get lucky and recover from the damage
Rising from our own ashes and all
But the others we collapse from the inside out
Becoming one with mother nature because our lives seem to be no more
But we don't ever cry
We have so much "pride" we'd let the skies do it for us
But it's whatever
Besides, in most cases the cycle doesn't even get that far
Because we fear this whole process to the point the confession never happens
It's just scary
Too scary for it to be worth our time
Yet we smile when she is around. follow her to the ends of the earth.
Moving anything that may get in our way but still we would never tell her the truth
Dr Strange Sep 2016
It's not over <br>
Somehow...it's seriously not over <br>
It's amazing how defiant we truly are <br>
How we somehow manage to channel our inner stubbornness no matter the circumstance<br>
No matter how ****** up of a situation we slowly drowns ourselves in<br>
And we are the key to the future <br>
The truth is we're nothing but a joke <br>
We are supposed to be great all mighty being that achieve greatness in its purest form <br>
Ones who are supposed to bring forth a new era of prosperity and tranquility <br>
Yet...we can't even get pass killing one another for the hell of it <br>
What greatness we turned out to be <br>
Then we turn our backs chanting our hypocritical speeches <br>
Saying we demand peace and equality <br>
Completely ignoring the obvious solution <br>
The world can't won't change unless we change ourselves<br>
So let me end with this a question<br>
Are you willing to change...<br>
Or are you just that contempt with the failing reality?
Dr Strange May 2015
I wrote this for you

I'd be lying if I said you're most beautiful I've ever seen
I'd be lying if I told said you're the smartest girl I know
I'd be lying if I said I didn't have any other choice but you
But you see the way love is set up...

It was something about the way you talked
The way you walked
The way you thank
The way you believed
How you were so optimistic about every little thing

It was your smile that sparked this raging fire that burns in my soul
Your eyes that nurtured the flame that could of easily went out of control
Your personality that kept dragging me back to beg for more
It was just you, something I could bare forevermore

I have watched from the moon scanning the earth a thousand times
Attempting to find the perfect girl to call my own
But every girl I thought to be the one just stomped on me
As if I was nothing more than duck tape to cover their wounds

But not you...
You made me realize a new truth
Uncovered a hidden path that was right in front of me
Made me believe that I actually had a future

When with you it felt as if my eyes were open for the first time
As if I were flying in the wind with snow white wings
I actually felt free from the chains society placed upon me
No cage could ever hold me again

So I ask now with great pride and dignity
Would you spend the rest of your life with me
As husband and wife
As one being
Dr Strange Mar 2016
I wish things would go back to the way they use to be...
You know just us three
I wish my sweet dreams wouldn't turn into horrific nightmares...
That haunt me
I wish I could just watch the sunrise and fly like a birdy...
Or maybe chill under a tree
I wish I actually understood this world...
It always manages to get to thee
The thing there are many things I wish in this life
But most of the time my wishes never come true
But in a turn of events one wish did
After all...
I got you
A little something I wrote for her
Dr Strange Dec 2014
"The price of freedom is death",Malcom X
Death.
What's with term death
What does death have to do with freedom
Are you saying you rather die then allow us to be free
How niiave...
It's sad that it must resort to this
It's sad you refuse to accept us as human beings
As if we aren't made of flesh and blood just as you
As if we don't have emotions
Like we are mindless animals
Wait no, animals are above us in your eyes
Apparently your kind is superior to us
Ha kind.
You judge us by the color of our skin
And because our skin is not pale as yours
We are abnormal and deserving to be caged
What?
The only thing different about us is the color of our skin
We eat,sleep,breathe,even sneeze as you do
Yet we are inferior
inferior to the superior
What nonsense
Open your eyes for five second and see for yourself
Stop the unnecessary violence
Stop wasting your time trying to keep us in check
Together we can build an even greater than we already have
As brothers and sisters in arm
You
Dr Strange May 2017
You
You walk around with mask upon your face saying this is who you are
Claiming that the mask unveiled your true identity that was once invisible to the naked eye
But at night you cry not knowing why your hearts drop every time you tell yourself this lie
Causing you to tremble at the knees as you look in the mirror unable to recognize the person staring back at you
That's when you notice it,
The crack in the mask revealing the scar tissue beneath
The blood that drizzled down your forsaken soul as it cries in pain and agony
The lies that unravel as the mask continues to crumble
And when the mask finally disintegrates, you faint
Traumatized you lay there in a pool of your own tears as you hold the imaginary gun to your head confused
Forcing you to take one last breathe before pulling the trigger
Killing a version of you that was never truly you
#hellopoetry107

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