{"id":4475,"date":"2023-11-26T20:26:46","date_gmt":"2023-11-26T20:26:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/?page_id=4475"},"modified":"2023-11-28T22:50:50","modified_gmt":"2023-11-28T22:50:50","slug":"outside","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/o-poems\/outside\/","title":{"rendered":"Outside"},"content":{"rendered":"<p> Outside<br \/>\nby cricketjeff on March 8, 2010.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved<br \/>\nThe weary of the world walk by, forgotten by their dreams. Too scared to face<br \/>\nthemselves, they are buried in their lives. Buzzing voices, seething thoughts,<br \/>\ntoo busy and too broken to understand. Without solitude and peace, the<br \/>\nloneliness of friendship struggles past.<\/p>\n<p>I lived there once, loved too. Thought my life mattered, thought I fitted in,<br \/>\nthought that I could be a part, not apart. You were there, I knew I needed you,<br \/>\nknew I wanted you. We walked together for a while. Walked miles, saw so many<br \/>\nfaces, heard so many songs, felt the breeze, and lived. And then you walked<br \/>\naway. Now I know truth. Know the pain, know the heartache, know it can never<br \/>\nbe. Outside this window is a prison and I alone am free.<\/p>\n<p>Children! Laughing, chasing, playing, hoping. What disappointments they face,<br \/>\ntheir fools of teachers filling their heads with lies of life. They can only<br \/>\nlose, everyone loses. I lost once, lived and lost. I escaped and locked the<br \/>\ndoor, leaving them all trapped in their asylum, trapped with their madnesses,<br \/>\ntheir hates and hopes. Only I stay free. Free in my room, free to be me, free<br \/>\nto forget.<\/p>\n<p>I envy the inmates.<\/p>\n<p> Author notes<br \/>\n7. A recluse looking out a window<\/p>\n<p>I have no idea if this constitutes a prose poem, but it is what it is.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Outside by cricketjeff on March 8, 2010.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved The weary of the world walk by, forgotten by their dreams. Too scared to face themselves, they are buried in their lives. Buzzing voices, seething thoughts, too busy and too broken to understand. Without solitude and peace, the loneliness of friendship struggles [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":9732,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-4475","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4475","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4475"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4475\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7033,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4475\/revisions\/7033"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/9732"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4475"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}