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Array ( [sid] => 108768 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Good Times [time] => 2005-10-30 20:16:58 [hometext] => I wrote this while i was writeing my "life story" tell me what u think [bodytext] => I can’t seem to remember a time when I was happy
I can’t seem to think of a day when all my troubles floated away
All the days seem to blend together
One bad day into another
When I think back in time to younger days
All I can think of is times of pain
I try to write a good memory
and all I can seem to find
even when I rack my mind
are one bad memory after another
even when a time starts great
it ends with something bad or another
the best of times that I can think
are when I had to much to drink
my first kiss was during truth or dare
and the other first which is suppose to be the most
the most special of times the most precious of times
was done during a drunken, stoned frenzy
all of my life is based off of hate
during the times when my friends think back
I sit and the corner and begin to relax
for I have nothing to add at these times,
but depressing stories that would kill every ones time
all of my life I try to think back
to when life was good and I got to relax
but a memories escape my mind
cause I have nothing good to repeat back
it just seems that one bad day blends into another
for as long as I can seem to remember [comments] => 4 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 32 [informant] => lessa [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
Good Times

Contributed by lessa on Sunday, 30th October 2005 @ 08:16:58 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



I can’t seem to remember a time when I was happy
I can’t seem to think of a day when all my troubles floated away
All the days seem to blend together
One bad day into another
When I think back in time to younger days
All I can think of is times of pain
I try to write a good memory
and all I can seem to find
even when I rack my mind
are one bad memory after another
even when a time starts great
it ends with something bad or another
the best of times that I can think
are when I had to much to drink
my first kiss was during truth or dare
and the other first which is suppose to be the most
the most special of times the most precious of times
was done during a drunken, stoned frenzy
all of my life is based off of hate
during the times when my friends think back
I sit and the corner and begin to relax
for I have nothing to add at these times,
but depressing stories that would kill every ones time
all of my life I try to think back
to when life was good and I got to relax
but a memories escape my mind
cause I have nothing good to repeat back
it just seems that one bad day blends into another
for as long as I can seem to remember




Copyright © lessa ... [ 2005-10-30 20:16:58]
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Re: Good Times (User Rating: 1 )
by coolbreeze17 on Sunday, 30th October 2005 @ 11:01:11 PM AEST
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well then stop looking into the past and start looking into the future!!and thats where you'll find the good times


Re: Good Times (User Rating: 1 )
by xXxmegsxXx on Monday, 31st October 2005 @ 08:51:34 AM AEST
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a great poem, well written


Re: Good Times (User Rating: 1 )
by suprasurfer on Monday, 31st October 2005 @ 03:28:09 PM AEST
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Thanks for sharing. I believe I felt exactly what you wanted me too. And that makes a great poem.


Re: Good Times (User Rating: 1 )
by Eternal_Dreamer on Thursday, 3rd November 2005 @ 03:56:16 PM AEST
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Leave the past where it belongs in the past. Look towards your future. Time heals all wounds. Chin up and may your heart never ever see another day of sorrow.
*heartfelt hugs for you*
sue




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