Best Get Over Poems
'Just get over it'
No we still haven't received reparations
And they are long overdue
Why would we get over it
When you prance around wearing bags made of our skin
Sitting your privileged self's on chairs oh so familiar
The fabric - our skin
But you'll never know
You'll never care
Because of your ignorance
Because what you don't know won't hurt you
But a little secret, I promise you it hurt us
Can't you hear the echoes of our ancestors
Or is your inability to basic human emotions
Cause you to go deaf in both of your ears
'Just get over it'
No how about you don't deny our history's existence
How about you stop going on the defence
Everytime you hear about the black experience
Why would we get over it
When it slaps us in the face
Every single day
Through the blood stained pavements
From segregation to alienation
Through the changing of weapons
Long gone are the harsh echoes of the whips
Is now the sharp bang of a gunshot
Going from personal torture
To cowardly killings
'Just get over it'
How can we
When everyday we carry the scars of our ancestors
And you carry the evil spirit of your ancestors
How are we supposed to walk the streets
Where public lynchings was free entertainment
Because no matter how hard you try to erase
The echoes of violence still linger
And the weight of generational trauma clings to a world we built
'Just get over it'
You may have drowned our cities
And set fire to our towns
But one thing remains known
Is how you'll never silence our screams
How can we get over it
When the rope Hangs from the trees
When segregation is over yet the ice in your eyes make known we are unwelcome
How sundown towns still exist with the same outcome
Where every ship is haunted by the fear
Our people faced
Drowning in the eerie thoughts of what's to come
When black history month
Reminds that nothing has really changed
The only difference is the rules of game they made
And the changing of the games name
You claim we are stuck in the past
But we are still living in it
How can we forget
When there's constant reminders
Hiding in every corner
Where every shadow leads to another piece of trauma
That reminds black is not just a colour
i dont care who you are
or what you think of me
build me up and break me down
then take your "stuff"* and flee
i hate you
you know it too
so bring it to my plate
take a point and hold my ground
to not spew all my hate
you were so nice in the beginning
well, what the "heck"* are you now?
gone, love, thats what you are
a filthy ugly cow
i am still the nice guy
lord, you have said so much worse
and still im here, i still get by
a blessing, not a curse.
i didnt snap hard enough to say what i meant
No matter how hard I try.
It never seems logical to others
That he could blow my mind.
His secrets are safe with me,
Heaven forbid other women
Will seek him out to play
Based on something I’ve explained
Like at that first instant stroke
of my virgin violin
he played me without pain.
Pure pleasure
each and every time
after,
One memory
drives me
insane
I knew from his first exhibition of genius.
He’d always be the best I ever had.
And it is his great knowledge of me
That helps me hold on
Until I see him again…
So while they say I’m condemned if I don’t
I know
I’m condemned if I do.
For I’m absolutely sure the next one’s
Million dollar effort
Will not compare to the pennies
at the bottom of his old shoe,
Because when he teached
And took the lead
and told me exactly where to go…
And then
when I thought joy was over
he once again brought me
home.
I was so
Happily
Continuously
Joyfully hurt.
Won’t even lie and say
I’m sad
he wanted to do all the work.
And he was not lazy!
in the least
when he did what he did
And he did it with such zeal
That he is the only man I want to feel.
And that is the one part of adultery
that is scaring me.
Along with the wrath of God.
Because I can guarantee
The next man will make me
Disappointed and sad
For my first was
Is
And will always be
the best I ever had.
I’m normal, get over it!
I don’t wear women’s clothes
Pout my lips or paint my toes
I don’t eat twenty cakes a week
Or do a selfie and show my cheek
I haven’t tatts all over my body
And crying all day’s not my hobby
I don’t have a fashionable label
I don’t believe all I watch on cable
I wasn’t bullied at secondary school
I don’t wear sandals and a cagoule
I never show my feminine side
My hard drive has nothing to hide
I haven’t got a flag as far as I know
I don’t like people who call me bro
I’ve never kissed a man or petted a pet
I’ve done nothing I really regret
I haven’t a beard, I like a shave
I’m perfectly normal, my name's Dave
David Cox 01/09/22
When all things go wrong,
You just have to sit your sad, self down
And write a lovely, happy song.
But your heart is so crushed!
Why were you a confused clown?
Your words now, so totally hushed
Yet….the eyes of the stars how they twinkle,
You turn to your lover’s welcoming arms.
“This one day in time”, he says,”was but a wrinkle!”
9-3-2022
I’LL NEVER GET OVER A BLUNDER
I thought that it would stay that way
But fools like me are usually wrong
Then came that most horrendous day
A day that was twenty-four hours too long
Why, wonder I, did the sun have to rise,
with a dawn too bright for me?
Why did I open my wearied eyes,
only to face a nigh frightfully?
I had slept fitfully the previous night
Although I didn’t know why
I’d rue the day before and its delight
When rather than good morning I heard “goodbye”
I was trying to remain calm and stay cool
But instead the word “single” invaded my brain
Once again I would regret the mistakes of a fool
When beauty brought me to the brink of being insane
I believed it would always stay that way
With picnics and pink frilly under things
And so I would be left bereft only to say
That I regret the sorrow such a blunder brings
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Sometimes I catch myself defending you in my head, thinking “We were only kids…”
And then I sobered up and kick started myself into a foreseen realization.
You were 12.
I was 6.
You had no right.
Sex?
I wasn’t sure exactly what it was.
And although I may be a virgin I know damn well that THAT was not what was supposed to happen.
No, not when your six years old.
No, not when we’re alone in a tent together.
It’s cold, and nobody is home, and your hands only move one direction-
South.
Please. Stop. I don’t like this game.
The words blend together like a new definition of pain.
Eyes welling.
I may not know what’s right but I know what’s wrong.
….
To this day I second guess myself, and justify what you did to me and more importantly what you forced me to do. It churns my stomach to know that your going to be a father. We used to be so close, and I cherished that. But now I know it was just a lie. A lie that you forced me to keep. Concealed behind virgin lips, knowing that you were someone I had no choice but to please. You are my stepbrother.
I understand the term now.
Because it’s going to take multiple steps to get over the abuse, manipulation, and pain that you put me through.
On the outside the scars may have healed and faded but on the inside I have your song on replay.
Every jab. Every motion. Every secret. Every whisper.
It saddens me to think that our little “situation,” was the only thing I had to compare to a “real,” relationship.
Take a breath.
Numb the pain.
Ease your mind.
Start again.
Steps to get over my “brother.”
There was always that promise,
But never that guarentee
That I was yours to hold
And you'd spend your life with me.
Something inside of me
Screamed to lay my trust on you,
I don't know what made me do that,
But love is what I learned to do.
My tears are rising to the surface
And billowing down my cheeks.
Did you really gaze into my eyes?
I never let the pain leak.
Fear was my shelter;
I hid under cover.
I never openned up that way,
You made me a lover.
If I didn't look into your eyes,
If I didn't touch your lips
I wouldn't know heartbreak,
I wouldn't feel tricked.
When I found myself in you,
That piece I didn't know I was missing,
I knew you were different.
Inside of you was something.
Maybe the way you caressed me in your arms,
The way you made me laugh,
The way it killed to say goodbye,
That it was me you looked at.
We'll never be the same,
Never again will I be with you.
I learned my lesson, but most importantly,
I learned how to say "I love you too."
Sight begins to blur
Tears roll down my face
My infatuation with you was just a waste
My heart broken in two
I didnt know what to do
But then I knew
I knew what I had to do
I had to get over you
But i dont know how to
How to get over you
your still in my soul
tho we'ver getting old
your love is gold
no matter what i do
you have my mind too
I CAN'T
GET OVER YOU
You can’t loose what you never had
So why do I feel so bad
“We” were never in love, just me
Getting over you won’t be easy
You were honest from the start
You didn’t want to break my heart
It isn’t your fault that you didn’t fall
I was the one who risked it all
Being friends was all you had in mind
How could I have been so blind
The truth was always in plain view
So now I have to get over you
No regrets on my part
I freely gave you my heart
Now it is over and I am blue
Because I still love you
For those with heartbreak
This advice you should take
It will heal your mind
Thus happiness you'll find
After losing 'the love of your life'
Firstly confidence is key
To find one who loves thee
If loving yourself is not learnt
Then a partner shan't be earned
And opportunities shall be missed
Another is to accept
The memories are to forget
Or you'll never move on
And recovery will be long
Crying over and over again...
My cries are adolescent,
Life is unfair.
Well, sweetheart, kill yourself
Or get over it.
But I want it to be different,
I don't want to be so perverse,
So destructive.
I try to wash it from my body,
Try to rid myself of everything that has ruined me.
The cum
The makeup
The pills
The vodka
The blood.
This soap does nothing,
My tears are stagnant.
The blood of the lamb is a slap in the face,
Because I can never be pure again.
I can't pretend.
I can't get over it.
dread weight portends a churning belly-ache
the day sinking ......
relentless countdown to the frowning hours
before the night of fitful sleep awakes disturbed
that day is now here ...... too soon the unwelcome light
numb propulsion, impending imminent
door opening ......
pounding heart, cold palms sweat and muscles tense
room full of others with turning eyes, closing ranks
see inside myself ...... projected back, enquiring looks
I am they, all watching and they are right
feedback feeding ......
clenched fist focus on self-fulfilling fool
someone speaks to me! to me! I feel the blood surge
as flushed cheeks inflame ...... and amplify my distress
slight surprise, recoil, rebuffed dismissal
stranded squirming ......
cornered, hurried walk to any doorway
blunder into the venue hall, seats at the back
anonymity ...... breathe once more, escape route planned
steal away, out of sight, try to regroup
reprocessing ......
unravelled depressing disappointment
sucker punched, floored again, selfish whimper
referee above...... whispers " get over yourself "