{"id":1736,"date":"2014-08-23T13:00:32","date_gmt":"2014-08-23T17:00:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=1736"},"modified":"2014-08-23T13:00:56","modified_gmt":"2014-08-23T17:00:56","slug":"abnormal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/abnormal\/","title":{"rendered":"Abnormal"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\">This is where I come<br \/>\nto feel <em>normal<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">I stand here accusingly looking<br \/>\nat angels in the back of a cave.<br \/>\nI\u2019m just a normal girl,<br \/>\nwish I was just<br \/>\na bit more feminine.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">I kick at creeping shadows<br \/>\ncasting spells over the angels.<br \/>\nScreaming in my head<br \/>\nand watch the echoes<br \/>\ntake roller-coaster rides<br \/>\non the empty spaces that<br \/>\nbounce off the inner walls<br \/>\nthat is my empty soul.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">I need something for protection,<br \/>\nI\u2019m sinking into the solid ground<br \/>\nand don\u2019t know how to swim away.<br \/>\nThere are no waves to make me drown<br \/>\nPlease, please, let the rain come down!<br \/>\nFalling into this dry sea&#8230;<br \/>\nNo, no emotions to wash away with me!<br \/>\nI am drowning on dry ground!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">100 Angels grab my hart<br \/>\nas I wage wars on myself.<br \/>\nI\u2019d cut them loose,<br \/>\nbut then I\u2019m left to wipe<br \/>\nthe blood from their eyes,<br \/>\nbegging them not to bother<br \/>\nwith things that won\u2019t<br \/>\ngive in to change.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">I say bye after a while<br \/>\nand hope to draw at least one smile.<br \/>\nI leave the angels there in that cave<br \/>\nand run so fast, so far away,<br \/>\nI hope to never cross their minds again.<br \/>\nAlthough I want to make them<br \/>\nfeel how much it hurts to miss me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">I\u2019ve got to \u2026<br \/>\nHang up the phone\u2026<br \/>\nClose the website\u2026<br \/>\nIgnore the e-mail\u2026<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Because,<br \/>\nthis is where I come<br \/>\nto feel <em>normal<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This is where I come to feel normal. I stand here accusingly looking at angels in the back of a cave. I\u2019m just a normal girl, wish I was just a bit more feminine. I kick at creeping shadows casting spells over the angels. Screaming&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":23,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1736","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1736","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/23"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1736"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1736\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1902,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1736\/revisions\/1902"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1736"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1736"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1736"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}