{"id":19740,"date":"2016-08-13T12:20:42","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T16:20:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=19740"},"modified":"2016-08-13T12:20:42","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T16:20:42","slug":"dreams-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/dreams-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Dreams"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The world is more difficult each day;<br \/>\nit&#8217;s becoming more like a nightmare.<br \/>\nHumanity seems to be going backwards;<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll leave the crabs out of this one.<br \/>\nThere aren&#8217;t good, new news anymore;<br \/>\nwe recycle everything but recyclables.<br \/>\nThe world is more like a bad dream now;<br \/>\none we don&#8217;t want to wake up from.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s no dream; it&#8217;s reality for most.<br \/>\nThe only ones living in the dream<br \/>\nare the ones causing the nightmares.<br \/>\nSome people make nightmares out of dreams;<br \/>\nmaybe they should make dreams out of nightmares.<br \/>\nOne day they&#8217;ll wake up<br \/>\nto the mess they&#8217;ve created,<br \/>\nbut it&#8217;ll be too late;<br \/>\nthey&#8217;ll wish they&#8217;d been dreaming.<br \/>\nDreams open our eyes to better<br \/>\nthings for our troubled world.<\/p>\n<p>Copyright@2016MartinaGallegos<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-19757\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-57-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"image\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-57-300x225.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-57.jpeg 320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The world is more difficult each day; it&#8217;s becoming more like a nightmare. Humanity seems to be going backwards; I&#8217;ll leave the crabs out of this one. There aren&#8217;t good, new news anymore; we recycle everything but recyclables. The world is more like a bad&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":695,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19740","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19740","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\/695"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19740"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19740\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19760,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19740\/revisions\/19760"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19740"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19740"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19740"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}