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#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.
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Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 2:26 AM UTC
good times, bad times and everything between
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
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Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 3:49 AM UTC
Ghost language.Love letter
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
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Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 11:59 AM UTC
Uncensored
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
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Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 11:34 AM UTC
Wish note
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
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Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 9:14 AM UTC
Once upon a dream
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.
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 1:59 AM UTC
Our last day together
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
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Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 2:20 AM UTC
Strangers to sisters
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
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 4:08 AM UTC
I Hate My Love
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.
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Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
Winds of change
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
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Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC
Winter of 08'
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.
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Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 5:47 AM UTC
Homemade Love
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.
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Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC
Saturday Night
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
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Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 4:47 AM UTC
The momemts
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
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Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC
Ovolo
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.
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC
I remember.
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.
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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."
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
Aunt Margy quote
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.
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Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
Cry no tears for me