Best Over And Done With Poems
Why did we do it?
Why did we go?
Should we have come back.
Cause now i fell alone.
Missing you every day.
Wishing everything would change
but knowing nothing is ever going to be the same.
I should be sorry for what I did but I'm happy I did it.
You are the only one I would've done it with.
Cause you are the best friend I've ever had.
What we did was a test of our friendship
and now that it's over and done with we can start over with
an even better friendship.
I am just like you,
I can take the things I do.
And learn from them the best I can,
Make a difference with who I am.
You might be slow and I might be fast,
We don’t need to concentrate who is first or last.
You might be smart and I may be not,
So who cares about that we still have a lot.
Sometimes when we talk I don’t look in your eyes,
I might just forget so don’t be surprised.
If I don’t speak at all please try to wait,
I find it hard especially on a date.
It’s hard to sit still when your brain is telling you not to,
I start moving around it's just what I do.
There’s a lot to say about touch,
Sometimes even my clothes feel too much.
If I think the light is shining too bright,
Or even if the noise isn’t right.
If it smells awful and tastes real bad,
And anything touching makes my head mad.
It’s a terrible time for you and me,
But it passes so quickly and soon we will see.
That it’s over and done with and better at last,
It was just a quick moment now gone in the past.
Someday I hope I find the key,
To find the missing piece hidden deep within me.
July 2nd 2019
Time:14:02
Afternoon again in the Rose City.
Ouellette Avenue, the main drag.
Cars insisting on a regular pattern
of interruption.
The hum of the library,
oddly like a burst of energy
in a catacomb.
Standing modern and sombre
in the downtown bustle.
Winter chill seeps
through the plate glass walls.
A hint of death for those
who exist in the alley behind
the building.
Shelf upon shelf of
other people's words
stocked like dusty wood
in an attic.
Some of these words
belong to me.
I seek my name
in the catalogue.
I find I have been
placed in "Local History".
Not yet 50 years old
and
already labelled
as over and done with.
A mongrel dog
ventures into the
colliding traffic.
Diverts my attention
from self reflection.
The dog manages to
safely dash across
the street through
the mangle of
downtown traffic.
Survives to do the same
another day.
Everything will be alright now.
Tap, Tap, Tap!
Carla’s pen keeps hitting the table,
As she writes her final thoughts.
She attempts to explain to her mother,
How it wasn’t her fault.
She tried so hard,
To raise her right.
It wasn’t her fault,
That her daughters life crumbled,
Right before her eyes.
It wasn’t her fault,
That she didn’t know.
How could she?
Her daughter hid it so well.
She finishes the note,
And signs with her best wishes.
Wishes that her mother would be ok,
Wishes that she could see,
It had nothing to do with her,
Wishes that everyone could just forget.
Forget about her!
“I Love You”,
Carla adds at the end.
Three simple words,
That would be carved in her mothers mind.
Not for a week,
Not even for a month,
But until the day she dies.
Carla gets up.
Walks over to her dresser,
Leaving the note behind.
Reaches into the top drawer,
And pulls out a gun.
Her hands are trembling,
Lips quivering,
Knees beginning to give way.
Slowly making her way to the bed,
She crawls under the covers.
Places the barrel of the gun,
Against her temple.
Her pointer finger,
Lingering over the trigger.
She pulls it in,
And nothing.
No pain,
No bang,
No death,
Nothing!
She must have left a bullet out,
While she quickly loaded the gun.
Now realizing,
What she is doing.
Tears come flowing out of her eyes,
Like a salt-water waterfall.
She’s sobbing now,
Good thing no ones home.
Placing her finger back on the trigger,
She pulls one last time.
It hit her,
Like a rock thrown through a window.
Her skull shattered,
Her tears stopped
It was over,
Over and done with!
She was gone!
No worries left to think about,
No life left to care about!
Yet she was still sad.
Killing herself,
Had not given her the satisfaction,
She so dearly desired.
It felt like another bullet hit her,
As she discovered this would haunt her.
Haunt her for all eternity,
In the after-life.
The moment she pulled the trigger,
The sorrow she felt,
Would never leave.
It would play over and over,
In her mind.
Her soul could never rest,
After what she did.
Dieing was not at all what she hoped was her Last Wish!
Give Yourself a Break
Come on, it’s time. Give it a rest
and stop beating yourself up
about things that are over and done with
when you know you did the best you could.
He’s gone now and you miss him,
and you think you were this, that or the other,
not patient enough, you were selfish,
you didn’t go on his walks with him
and you let him go by himself sometimes
when he had to struggle so to do it.
You went out to a poetry group at night
and left him when you should have
stayed at home with him for company.
You spent too much time with household
chores and sometimes by yourself writing.
He was the one with the health problems,
trouble walking, falling sometimes
when you weren’t there, and he never complained.
Now you look back and blame yourself
when you know, yes, you know,
if you just allow yourself, that you
did the best you could.
It was years that you took care of him,
encouraged him, helped him dressa
and walk, put up the metal ramp
when he went outside and wheeled
him to the car, put the chair in the car,
took him to appointments, got him
into the wheelchair and reversed the way home.
You washed him and changed the bed and
cooked what he liked and watched television
with him and really did give up things
you loved to do and tried to get him to
go out to events you thought he’d like.
Yes, you could be short, maybe impatient
sometimes, and said some things
you wish you hadn’t said.
Give yourself a break. You’re human
and not perfect. Remember how many times
he thanked you for all you did for him.
Remember the good times -
how many times you were gentle with him,
tried to encourage him, hugged him
and told him how much you loved him;
the nights you came down in the night
because he needed help, and you
always told him you didn’t mind,
that you’d go right back to sleep;
hours and days sitting in the hospital
waiting for him to get better enough
to come back home again.
So stop purposely wallowing
in a misery of your own making
and take back your good sense.
Remember the love.
i saw you standing next to a wall
keen i've seen you
collected dark shy
wiry tall
so i picked you up
took you home
you just wanted someone to hold
that's what you told me
so i was onto you from the start
knew right away
you'd pull and pick me apart
i've got a cast iron around my heart
from days before i knew so well
guys like you
they made life hell
and tears of sorrow
in my eyes swell
and oh i know it's just as well
you'll get yours someday
this is getting old
outsold again and again old
just temporary
ordinary me
i can't make you hang around
i'll throw myself away
just look at me
my misery
a non-stop flow
since infancy
temporary
ordinary me
one night
ruined everything that's al right
i did not request a ring
anyway
not much left to say
it's all over and done with
should've been
could've been
would've been
more prepared
this time a little harder to read
your wants and my needs
you were a catch but i don't care
you only wanted someone to have fun with
then run away
flashing your dashing
doting, taunting, grin
i quit playing this impossible game
no stakes to claim
they're just too high
and i never win
just temporary
ordinary me
i can't make you hang around
i'll throw myself away
just look at me this tragedy
it started with your flattery
just temporary
ordinary me
i found it's better i'm alone
i got a grip
handle it
no waiting for the phone
to say your name
i keep on i write words
that speak my regret and my shame
there is nothing good
guys like you bring
girls like me
just deprive me
drive me kicking and screaming back to square one in a self-medicating
therapy it's over me
and under me i'm done with writing poetry
to get on forget
get over it and let
it roll on and just be gone
because you don't suffer
like i do
half my fault for trusting in
you
just temporary
ordinary me
i can't make you hang around
or stop you when you stray
just look at me
miss fancy free
you smooth talked it
right from under me
and held me close
and kissed me right
with eyes glued shut
i closed mine tight
but now i quit
put my foot down
i swear to it
i'm passionate
i'm not temporary
far from ordinary
you're deaf and dumb
and lost if you can't see
this new a little wiser version
of me.
I stand here the noose around my scruffy neck
can’t stand it anymore time has arrested and
the hangman had to answer just another call
Have done no wrong stood firm in the face
of interrogation did not mumble a single word
have merely voiced my point of view dissented
The fading sun is blood red on the horizon
like the revolution waiting for a song of change
no blindfold please and get it over and done with
But the executioner is so busy at the gallows
the bottom does not drop for one final shout
to squeeze from my throat in firm conviction
I stamp on the floor but the fall lies in waiting
the last supper now merely a distant memory
but should I not look forward when passing on
Finally there is movement as the scaffold trembles
snapped crumbled crunched to pieces the sky recedes
yet there is no silence but can I dream when dead
Shaking with tremor the ground opens up in justice
it was not my fault but the earthquake came in time
and the rope guides me from underneath the rubble
An endangered species, living on a ledge,
100 seconds to Midnight, then over the edge,
Nearest to Doomsday, humans have ever been,
Vaporised! inside mushrooms of boiling hot steam.
Casually go about our business, without a care,
While the Sword of Damocles, hangs in the air,
So be it, nevertheless, makes no difference to me,
Probably guessed, this poem’s done sardonically.
It’s true! I mean come on, never going to happen,
Like the day, every Dinosaur got flattened,
Poor creatures walking around, totally oblivious,
Could we stop the impact, much less obvious.
Melancholia movie, thought their doomsday, was a flyby,
Built a symbolic shelter of sticks, when aware gonna die,
In that scenario, was definitely better not to know,
A storyline with an inevitability, of no planet tomorrow.
Well back to reality, why should we be exempt,
After redesigning nature, showing utter contempt,
Earths an unexploded time bomb, ready and primed,
Detonated by paranoia, or maniacs out of their mind.
To be honest, rather get finished off, really quick,
Over and done with, not dying radioactively sick,
I’ve done a lot of talking, and when all this is said,
If the missile comes, hope it slams into my head.
I’m sceptical though, about that Doomsday clock,
It’s a postulation, put forward to make us take stock,
Nuclear weapons will continue, for better or worse,
Another asteroid comes, Rejoice if the Bastard’s work!
By
David Kavanagh.
(in Memory of W. Houston)
After all that I've been
through
The trials and tribulations,
tried and true
PEACE, I ask of you, for
My curfew
Because I've done ALL,
that I can do
This I would grant, "if on
the other foot was the shoe"
Although, My Baby, "Bobbi-
Kris", it'll make her blue
Yet, it's over and done with,
"that Bird has flew"
Now, LORD, do "I LOOK TO
YOU"
I didn't know
Wasn't watching, it happened so fast
Outside the world
I felt so shaky , scared and hurt
The fear no one could heal
The hurt no one understood
I never thought that this could be
I never thought that for one second this could happen to me
I thought I would always be safe in this world
I started shivering, trembling and crying
I only told a couple of people
Who some didn't believe me
But it was true
It happened twice
One day and one night
In different years and times
I didn't want it to happen
I didn't know it was happening
I couldn't stop it
My breath was taken away
My air had stopped
I was in a haze
But never , ever did I give in
Its over and done with, I can't change it.........
Your eyes can be so cruel. You don’t have to try to be. You do it so naturally. Unable to move, nowhere to run. Your eyes pierce through me sharper than a knife, faster than a gun. Why did I go along with your games for so long? Why should I be made the villain for your evil crimes?
In years from now, these demons will be just as near. Never fully gone, no matter how much I wish they’d disappear. Your face will haunt my nightmares, not only in my sleep. Preying on my deepest fears. My inner child will be playing hide and seek. Fragile and so used to hiding finally seeking a way out...
Your threats have kept me at bay. You’ve gotten what you wanted and will continue to do so until the judgement day. You’re unkind remarks leave a bruise on my already crippled heart. Breathing doesn’t come easy when it comes to your iron hand. Sometimes it would be easier to not breathe at all. Less painless with pins and needles to break the fall.
Trying to catch myself before falling deeper into your lies. You say there are rules to abide. That there’s nowhere to run or hide. No one to hear my deafening cries. Singing to myself a quiet lullaby. That’s the best I can do to sweeten the blows. Just get it over and done with no one’s ever going to know. You’ll sweep it under the carpet so my scars never show.
Do you ever think about her ?
Do you ever want to change your,
Mind, your heart or that fate that,
Was destined for greatness.
You go thru each day waking up,
Every morning wishing, pleading,
And wanting.
All you want is that one day back,
Wishing to go back in time and,
Change the future.
Yet you know that it is not possible,
You made a huge mistake one,
That she will never forgive you for.
You have broken her heart and no,
One can mend it not even you.
One mistake can ruin a love so,
Pure and the friendship they had.
It's over and done with now.
I must try to forget you and now,
You are one of my greatest,
Memories that I will never forget.
Don't you feel strange?
Why we've turned into like this?
Like a stranger,
Who reminisce.
Wonder if you possibly,
Think about us.
Or its just me dragging,
What happened once?
You never meant those words,
You wrote on the window.
I would ask, if it could,
The memories with you to undo.
Lemme guess, Is, at least,
The "hello" so hard for you to say?
Where to make me your valentine,
You were on your way.
How can I forget the hickey,
You gave by your pinch?
And now, do we even take,
A step towards us a inch?
I'm writing and writing,
And the thought popped up,
Are you worthy enough,
For a poem, by me, to write up?
It simply took two years,
For you to neglect us.
And today, for my brain,
You are just a disturbance.
At the moment, it's so hard,
About you to write,
'Cause now you're being,
A darkness to my light.
Reminders of you,
Are dead and buried.
I know, there's no more us.
And of it, I'm over and done with.
Surrounded by people who don’t mean a thing to me
Their voices in the background seem so far from me
I feel the coming of winter
And think of things I shouldn’t remember
Things that are over and done with
A story I should now consider a myth
That’s right, it’s you I’m thinking of…
Why can’t the memory fly away, like the dove
On an autumn’s day
I don’t hear what the people say
I’m absorbed in the sequence of my thoughts
When before my eyes I see spots
My eyes begin to heave with water
Tears roll down, my cheeks get redder
I take a deep breath, remembering the past year
And wipe away another tear
Knowing that’s it’s too late
I can’t argue with fate
We’ve gone our separate ways
And can’t turn back to yesterdays
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on November 1, 2017 for contest LOVE STORY sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
Just everything about you is right and I wondered why I never knew you before now; we
are friends, still are till day but I can't understand where I could've went wrong to
cause you to never want to speak to me again. If I only knew I'd go back to the day and
take back the mistake I can't take back now that it's over and done with. Give me one
more chance or at least give me the chance to say I'm sorry for everything I did and I
apologize in advance for the things that have not yet happened but will, forgive and
belive me when I say I'm sorry I don't want this friendship to end because of my ignorant
mistakes.