He lived life always three seconds too late
perpetually running after that disappearing bus
that powered obliviously on to his hoped for destination.
He didn’t look for love once and it didn’t look for him
when he was young he read fiction books
and in them found comfort, now he has been discarded
he will step out occasionally, be mentioned in passing
by people trying to speculate his reasons.
Disintegrating into old age
his life before him an expressionless
landscape of flat fields, no steep rises
or sharp drops
he no longer reads his fiction books
Author notes
not everyone goes trhough life and finds there one true love some people just dont have one
Written November 27th, 2005
A contest entry
- Suffering Outcasts by .
300 points, ended December 12, 2005, 12 entries
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very honest story, grips the readers attention, great way to post a well formed piece, keep writing and enjoy as it seems you do in this one, thank you for sharing..Linda
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This is a very enjoyable peice. I think I am going to bookmark it.
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Oh, that's sad. And kind of reminds me about how I used to be. This year I finally got out of my shell, so to speak. Maybe a kiss or two would cheer this guy up, huh? ^.^
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How sad. It gives one cause to pause and appreciate the people and loved ones in our lives. Wonderful work.
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hey thankyou for your comments nah this isnt me dont worry
JT -
ohhhh how sad, poor old little man. if this reflects you, i'm very sorry. it's a very nice poem.
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great poem. i really love the first line. it says a lot without saying much at all.
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excellent
yes great use of words and somehing to relate to while reading it. -
I liked the sentiment expressed in this poem...and GREAT title choice. just proves how the title is so all-important and plays such a key role in the poem overall. only suggestion would be I think it might do with a tweaking for unnecessary words, however, which in some instances seem to take away from the rhythm/meter of the overall piece--(although not as important as rhymed poetry, even freeform poetry does maintain some sense of meter). read this aloud to yourself and see where the lines feel to fall out of breath and where the extra words don't feel to be necessary--(such as the "always" in the very first line).
overall a really good poem and I enjoyed the read very much!
Jo -
Having just come from reading the entries of the Stephen King Contest... this could be a sequel to the Secret window or something. Or as a Buddhist might say .. Being Nobody going Nowhere isn't all that bad....breathe... and go catch that bus.
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Wow very touching and insightful.
Great description and imagery.
I really enjoyed reading this,
Keara
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