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Array ( [sid] => 125561 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => With Nothing left for Me [time] => 2006-09-10 07:25:23 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Just got paid
half blown
another hangover
a phone screaming
- another nag
things to ignore
up before I went to bed
wondering if this is it
the child I was
would shake his head
an empty house
mid-twenties
still living like I was eighteen
living pay by pay
drink by drink
friend by friend
phone call after phone call
knowing that one day
it’ll all end
with nothing left for me
when everyone moves on
after my shout
- just another drink
to forget the time
when I’m alone
wanting what I lack now
but one day can’t ignore.

1/2/06
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With Nothing left for Me

Contributed by one-curly-fry on Sunday, 10th September 2006 @ 07:25:23 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Just got paid
half blown
another hangover
a phone screaming
- another nag
things to ignore
up before I went to bed
wondering if this is it
the child I was
would shake his head
an empty house
mid-twenties
still living like I was eighteen
living pay by pay
drink by drink
friend by friend
phone call after phone call
knowing that one day
it’ll all end
with nothing left for me
when everyone moves on
after my shout
- just another drink
to forget the time
when I’m alone
wanting what I lack now
but one day can’t ignore.

1/2/06

Copyright Â© one-curly-fry ... [ 2006-09-10 07:25:23]
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Re: With Nothing left for Me (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Sunday, 10th September 2006 @ 10:21:15 AM AEST
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Deep stuff here. Sounds like me in my mid-twenties. Keep up the writing and venting. It is good for the soul. Thanks for sharing.
Peace, Laura

Re: With Nothing left for Me (User Rating: 1 )
by Manda2 on Sunday, 10th September 2006 @ 10:35:29 AM AEST
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I think it's funny that when we're in our mid twenties we think times passing us by! Remember, you are still young and doing what you should be doing. Enjoy, there's plenty of time for anything else you might want to do but remember, everyone seeks out pleasures in life, we work harder and longer hours so we can have more fun and pleasure, enjoy it whilst you can and at a time when you don't have to do anything you don't want to! Boy, life without responsibilities and yet you don't know how lucky you are! The grass is always greener etc, well from where I'm standing yours looks pretty green to me!

Re: With Nothing left for Me (User Rating: 1 )
by one-curly-fry on Sunday, 10th September 2006 @ 10:36:35 PM AEST
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Life without responsibilities... I have a 6yo boy, am a full time uni student and work about 30hrs a week around this to get by. I am a very responsible person, believe me. The point of this poem was more so about the pointlessness of the moment. mid-twenties / still living like I was eighteen. For me, I grew up, feeling that by 26 my life would’ve taken some shape. I guess that’s why I was eager to settle down and start a family. Now however, I’m constantly learning that your cannot plan on a great deal and life will throw you around – all you can do is stay true to what you care about and try not to slip into a world of booze and wasted money.

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