{"id":26906,"date":"2016-08-14T02:38:31","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T06:38:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=26906"},"modified":"2016-08-14T02:38:31","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T06:38:31","slug":"go-up-go-down-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/go-up-go-down-7\/","title":{"rendered":"Go up, go down #7"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>A primal scream<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0a desperate need<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>raw urgency resounds.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>The air so thick and heavy,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>one can falter and drown.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Skin<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>craving cuddles,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>heart<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>yearning for love,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>bones,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>desiring a pause.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>To stop.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Round and round,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>go up, go down.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Stretched too thin.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Too far.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Elastic bands<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>will eventually snap.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>The Hooke\u2019s law I learned<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>taught me so.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>This is not<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>a \u201cclich\u00e9 misunderstanding\u201d.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>But<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>reality- a world I live in.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>One you live in.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>However,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Your voice is always heard.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Loud. Clear. Boisterous.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Mine will never be.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Even with a microphone<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>since,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>no one stops<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>to listen.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>This is not some<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u201cclich\u00e9 misunderstanding!\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A primal scream \u00a0a desperate need raw urgency resounds. The air so thick and heavy, one can falter and drown. &nbsp; Skin craving cuddles, heart yearning for love, bones, desiring a pause. To stop. &nbsp; Round and round, go up, go down. Stretched too thin&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":729,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-26906","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26906","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\/729"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=26906"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26906\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":26911,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26906\/revisions\/26911"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=26906"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=26906"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=26906"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}