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.
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.
raindrops fierce and rough;
confidant over and done with;
so grazed sheathe air space;
4/14/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Thoughts over and done with we see,touch think and feel that which always is may spring forth as stark silhouettes against the sky,unveiled our words then evaporate upon the wind unremembered ,forgotten, lasting retrospectives awaiting,waiting another tomorrow
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
The Men are scared Sir
But a word from you would allay
there fears
They wonder if she can make the trip ?
Will she bring us all home safely ?
Can she withstand this perilous
mission into whence we journey ?
We believe and place our faith in you we stand 100% behind you to a Man
So unto Gods great sky and hands this
tarmac runway and Aeroplane thrust
Fate is causing butterfly turbulence
in hollow stomachs humming to the
backfire of Rolls Royce engines
Twitching , Scratching , Jumping
Blood and Heart Thumping
Right Lads
Any last thoughts
Final Checks complete
Let's get this over and done with
And make it home as quick as possible and in 1 piece
Otherwise see you on the other side
It's been 1 hell if a ride
It's been a privilege and honor Boys
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
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
Your touch is marvelous on my skin
You're different and I love it so much
You're a battle that I will eventually...hopefully...win
I still crave your affectionate touch and such
Your touch is so passionate
Your loving hand is a perfect fit
To wrap around my own
It tells me that I'm not alone
Take a bow and let the show begin
Still wondering where you been
Patiently waiting for your applause
You make my young heart pause
You're so precious when you cry
You made me wholeheartedly sigh
It's over and done with...so leave now
You ruined my self-esteem somehow
You touched me in ways I can't describe
You're a desirable condition that I can't prescribe
I have faith in brighter days nowadays
Now, it's time to part our seperate ways
2016 was, is over, and done with.
2017 we gonna make a new bucket list.
Chasin these fears off this burnin paper.
Savin sanity as heroes, call us the un-caped crusaders.
Saffrawnn, Rockfree, and lil ole me.
Changin up this year, makin magical history.
Makin a mad new collection,
startin over, retrospectin.
Demandin deserved respect,
livin with a new perception.
Checkin out a new type of dialect.
Become a type of person,
the mirror likes to reflect.
So yal go ahead and choose.
A style in the past.
While we movin on.
Stars shootin by you so fast.
We shootin in at number one this year.
Like we already told you, no time for fear.
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.
Giving up and moving on, must be a lie;
Amazing love like that; never suppose to die.
But the pain and tears, just don't feel right;
It's over and done with, no reason to fight.
Looking at a love that is nothing but dead;
Knowing the truth, the thoughts in her head.
Loving him deeply and losing him now;
He slept around; she can't fathom how.
Their love for each other was strong and bold;
A love story written, that can now unfold.
But not a single tear she will shed, it doesn't matter anymore;
"I'm leaving you forever!" -- and she slams the door.
(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 have lied in bed this past week
wondering about you.
I have felt so lonely without you.
Without you to hold.
Without you to cuddle with.
Without your company.
But I know you will never be here again
and there is no use dreaming about it.
Because we will always be through.
Over and done with.
Never to be thought of.
dreamed of.
or spoken of again.
I shall forget thee
Because there really is no point to remember.
You definitely weren't good enough to be.
with someone as good as me.
So I am truly going to live my life without you.
You willl never be thought of.
dreamed of.
or spoken of again.
From this day on.
Forever and ever.
.
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.........
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