#goodtimes
life is full of good times,
bad times and everything
that blurs the lines.
my good times vary,
overseas trips, and
my heart doing flips.
but the bad times,
they run the same script;
you aint good enough, never will be, what a trip!
now, the in-between,
seems so dull not to mean
anything, but it's mine.
my life is full
of good times,
bad times and
everything in between.
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 2:26 AM UTC
I wrote a loveletter to my ghost
I hope this finds you fine
Don't brush me off yet
I hope you kept that smile
The scars that grazed past my skin
They were my momentos
Hover over my loved ones
Be a guardian Angel
And when they ask about me
Or their hearts shatter
Because of our memories
Remind them to hang on
The good times
Make the lights flicker
Or shake the granny clock
On our chipped wall in the living room
That's the language of the ghosts
Ain't it?
©Cathy Devan
Ig rogue lover
Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 3:49 AM UTC
She danced to the rumbles of the waves,
Her waist meandered to the roars of the waters,
She whistled to the sounds of sea gulls,
And nodded to the rasps of baby *****
She set her body loose,
On fire she rode her highs,
Came to a mind shattering rush,
Toe curling end,
As her spirit left her body,
And all reason left her mind.
©CathyDevan
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 11:59 AM UTC
And if tomorrow comes,
Remember to light the candles,
Release lanterns to the sky,
Read the poems I wrote,
Display my paintings,
Celebrate the good times,
Because tomorrow I will hide my face,
And fight in the shadows,
©CathyDivarn
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 11:34 AM UTC
Tell me, was it real?
Each passing day, every fleeting moment
Did time pass us by?
Or were we just blind
To all the good times
Tell me why you left
When I know that your love never did
Growing ever more powerful
Connecting, inspiring, blossoming
Into the purest of forms
Whether happy or sad,
High or low, shining or dim,
For me it was real
You live in me, and my heart dies in you
Like the seeds of a beautiful flower
Your every move is sown deep in my being
Living, breathing, circling in my every thought
Yet I am left to wonder
What will come of us
Were we real?
Or were we a dream
It’s time to sleep,
It’s time to fall deep
Relive the dream
Lose myself in your arms
Ignore the pain
And await the sun to bring about a new day
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 9:14 AM UTC
This is our last day together.
All of you I want to remember.
Parting ways, everlasting gaze,
will there be better days for us?
Or will you be the best I ever had?
This is our last day together.
All of you I want to remember.
We've had some good times together.
Remember our righteous heartache.
All light soon will start to fade away.
This is our last day together.
All of you I want to remember.
You made me sparkle in my heart.
Free now, how do I even start?
It was hard together, harder to part.
This is our last day together.
All of you I want to remember.
It wasn't about me or you.
It was about us always true.
Can I even say what will come to pass?
This is our last day together.
All of you I want to remember.
I'll be alone without you though.
Eternal tears, but feelings fade.
But I'll keep you tucked away from the storms.
This is our last day together.
All of you I want to remember.
This is our last day together.
All of you I want to remember.
This is our last day together.
All of you I want to re-mem-ber.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 1:59 AM UTC
We started out as strangers
Then we found out we have so much in common
Soon enough we grew closer and became friends
Now we have spoke of the basic stuff a friend should know
Then one day you was sad
So I became a shoulder for you to cry on and a person with open arms
Just in case you needed a hug
From there we became friends with benefits
We became so close we talked about other personal life
We told each other that we will always be together
I think of her as the Best bestie I could have
We talked and laughed and joked around with each other
Until one thing made us unbreakable
When I finally was able to help you
And called u my sis
Now we can’t break apart no matter who gets in our way
I know she has my back and she knows I have hers
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 2:20 AM UTC
Moonlight dancing off my cheeks
A reflection of my heart
-tonight I will remember
how you tore me apart
Somehow
The sun shined different in your eyes
-a good front
for all your nasty lies
Every day
I marvel in the warmth that you made
-I thought you
could take my pain away
It was you
That gave me the world after all
-too bad shiny pearls
couldn’t break my fall
So close
For all my growing years
-as it turns out
nothing was that crystal clear
Your front fell
The moment I reached out my arms
-I was too late
to hear the alarms
If it wasn’t me
You’d be called out for your crimes
-never again
will you see what’s on my mind
But this new dawn is a bright one
Not even you can bring shade
-so in the end
I hope you’re still doing okay
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 4:08 AM UTC
The winds of change are coming soon.
You can already see them starting to affect the moon.
The winds of change make the days shorter and nights colder.
Not that that's a bad thing.
It can make people want to be closer than shoulder to shoulder.
To the trees, the winds of change are like school bus drivers.
the breeze carries their leaves away, drops them safely on the ground, then returns them bright and new when spring rolls back around.
Change can be scary. But not all change is bad.
Just think of the pumpkins and cider and good times to be had.
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
We were young,
walking around
5th avenue
Two strung out
kids from the burbs
Sun glistening
off our glazed eyes
Driving around
in a piece of ****
with one door
smashed in
I remember your t-shirt
It said "Send me forget-me-nots"
I always gave
you **** for it
Sorry
1-27-20
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC
Dead roses with greying complexion
three stems bent their thorns to flimsy
to ***** a drop of blood posed on dry-rot table top
Sheets of memories in piles of petals turning to dust scattered like Custer's last stand, across sixteen hundred square feet of unlivable space
Lonely walls gawked by empty rooms behind door's locked and hinges rusted shut, echo no slamming laughter
Condemned hallways coloured by black mold spreading out like veiny fingers of black lung bordered corner to corner with ***** spider lace
Shattered windows lay in shards framed by broken smiles darkened by boarded up dreams splintered in night terrors
A wet paint sign flaking to the ground next to a heavy weaved mat with weak tea letters in red saying welcome
Heart stained felt torn to shunder tattered and frayed into clogged
hollow thick chambers
had homemade love
once upon a time.
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 5:47 AM UTC
Put my red lipstick and boots on, I was ready to party until dawn.
Had a good time on a Saturday night.
Had my best lady there and flowers in my hair.
Had a good time on a Saturday night.
Danced like a fool 'cuz tequila is fuel.
Had a good time on a Saturday night.
The caged bird was freed, like a well watered seed.
Had a good time on a Saturday night.
Drank, sang, danced, and played.
Had a good time on a Saturday night.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC
The breathtaking moments r the ones that count
The ones where time stops and your heart just wants to shout
Cherish the magic, and savour the beauty
For as suddenly as they happen
As unexpectedly can the world destroy them
Capture the laughter, and remember the love
That precious moment where your heart skips a beat
And u feel endless joy from your head to your feet
Hold on to that feeling
And never believe your heart is beyond healing
Your world may shatter
Your soul may darken
Fight these times, they're not what matter
The moments that count are the ones where time stops and your heart just wants to shout
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 4:47 AM UTC
Let’s put the pieces together
form the remnants of our broken hearts,
let’s tear down these walls,
without tearing each other apart,
pulled in several different directions,
by several different girls,
each one of them in a way a reflection,
of every emotion that’s ever occurred,
so each one of them is special,
which is why the Single Life is preferred,
On a rooftop in Brisbane,
livin’ the business but the thrill is gone,
still I B.B. King,
still I Stay Calm & Carry On,
no crown though,
but best believe beef still gets ground slow,
all I know is Life’s a trip,
so what kinda trip are you on?
∆ LaLux ∆
Brisbane 2019
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC
I remember days spent rocking to and fro on a boat with no particular place to go, just waiting for the next race, sandwich in hand which is somehow filled with sand, though none is in sight. The massive grin as I almost fall in, and a look of disappointment as he realises I’m not completely soaked to my skin.
I remember nights spent under electric lights, rolling bowls down an artificial green, and seeing him clap and cheer if I got anywhere near.
I remember piles and piles of meat being grilled, Ivor looking perfectly chilled as the barbecue flamed around his ears, always calm and happy to be cooking, ribs and burgers and sausages and steak, always burnt a few by ‘mistake’ which just happened to find their way to the dog.
I remember him smiling.
I remember singing with him in the car, on our way to do something somewhere, voices raised high, without a care for the tune, or pitch, and even the lyrics were mostly substituted with anything we came up with at the time. Belting Les Mis together for the 42nd time that trip because we had forgotten to take any other CD’s.
I remember how proud he looked when he showed me the first Potato he took home from the new allotment, trying to justify the days of work digging and toiling, plowing and boiling in a summer heat that couldn’t seem to keep him inside, for the sake of more courgettes than you could shake a stick at.
I remember crying, and him telling me it was okay to feel this way, that it just means we cared, and not to be ashamed to let the tears fall.
I remember watching him sit in the garden, Toby at his feet, content to just watch the world go by, only the occasional fly to bother him. He just sat, a small smirk on his face, happy with the pace of the world as it was, the afternoon sun just starting to sink. I wish I could remember what he said as I joined him.
I remember him as he was, as he will always be in my mind and my heart.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC
A quote from a lovely movie, Lean on Pete:
"The nightmares are going to get better. They might not go away completely, but they're going to get better the more good times you have. And we're going to have good times, Charlie. I promise."
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
Cry no tears for me
The famous singer walks alone,
Through half-remembered good times,
Through a library of songs
And all she can see at the end of the road,
Is a life without regrets
And a story told.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC