Read + Write + Report
Home | Start a blog | About Orble | FAQ | Blogs | Writers | Paid | My Orble | Login

Old Party Girl

March 28th 2010 10:22
smh.com.au


She’s an old party girl
Who misses the scene.
She’s longing for short thrills
At hot spots she’s been.

She squeezes into a short dress,
and covers herself in fake tan
She stares at herself in the mirror
wondering why she still hasn't found a real man.

She rocks up at the club

And walks straight up the line
But she's made to go to the back
She's not hot enough this time.

She searches for familiar faces
But she’s an alien in a place she once ‘owned’
Strangers surround her
She’s now an unknown.

She was big in her day
Photos flashing here and there
Now a new generation has moved in
No one who looks at her cares.

She’s a party animal,
Trying to hold onto her youth
Now she just looks pathetic
She’s denying the truth.

Frozen in the past,
Dressing too young for her age
Her soul is empty and hurting
That no one remembers her name.

She used to get free shots from the bar
Laughing with friends
Now she’s reaching for her wallet
Longing for the attention that’s now come to an end.

She hangs around the bar
Pouting at men who just look the other way
They move towards the new crowd
The new girls they can play.

The party girl only has memories
of a pointless nights fun,
She’s trying to re-live the good times
The times that are done.

Over the years she’s filled up her loneliness,

With friendships all fake
Craving for attention
Putting her health at stake

She’s now invisible
And it hurts deep inside
Taken over with self infatuation and insecurity
That’s taking away her pride.

Downing drink after drink
And trying to have good time
She went out looking classy,
Now she isn’t worth a dime.

She’s stumbles out of that old place
Feeling betrayed
All the years that she went there
All the hours she stayed.

She’s tripping over her own feet now,
And scraping her knees….
She’s a crying mess in the gutter
People walk by and tease.

Mascara is running down her wrinkled face
as she slurs abuse at the guards
She thought she still owned the place
Now "the drunk" is barred.

What happened to the socialite,
the star of the night?
She needs to let go now
And turn off that light.

image: smh.com.au
150
Vote


   
subscribe to this blog 


   

   


Comments
3 Comments. [ Add A Comment ]

Comment by Kleonaptra

March 29th 2010 00:33
Fantastic poem. Really loved it.

Comment by Blondini

March 30th 2010 04:06

Comment by Poetic

April 14th 2010 04:28
very well said, definitely took me back to the good old days!!

Add A Comment

To create a fully formatted comment please click here.


CLICK HERE TO LOGIN | CLICK HERE TO REGISTER

Name or Orble Tag
Home Page (optional)
Comments
Bold Italic Underline Strikethrough Separator Left Center Right Separator Quote Insert Link Insert Email
Notify me of replies
Your Email Address
(optional)
(required for reply notification)
Submit
More Posts
2 Posts
1 Posts
1 Posts
45 Posts dating from October 2006
Email Subscription
Receive e-mail notifications of new posts on this blog:
0
Moderated by Blondini
Copyright © 2012 On Topic Media PTY LTD. All Rights Reserved. Design by Vimu.com.
On Topic Media ZPages: Sydney |  Melbourne |  Brisbane |  London |  Birmingham |  Leeds     [ Advertise ] [ Contact Us ] [ Privacy Policy ]