{"id":35449,"date":"2017-08-05T15:25:21","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T19:25:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=35449"},"modified":"2017-08-05T15:25:46","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T19:25:46","slug":"with-the-inside-where-the-outside-should-be","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/with-the-inside-where-the-outside-should-be\/","title":{"rendered":"With the Inside Where the Outside Should Be (Hour 7)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Dissolve your heart&#8217;s intentions with the cruel ramblings of brave love.<br \/>\nNo one else will know its glory, but everyone will fall in its wake.<\/p>\n<p>Standing bold enough to erase the face of a watching god,<br \/>\nI declare a black out upon the Sun!<br \/>\nFor I am the fleeing nightmare of the fields on fire,<br \/>\nAnd I&#8217;ve come to bring a message from the dead.<\/p>\n<p>Grave destinations immersed in emotions,<br \/>\nbleed the life from your aching soul,<br \/>\nhide beneath the penance of hunger,<br \/>\na name for this torment, is yet to be spoke.<\/p>\n<p>Behold a hollow monument of all my failing inventions.<br \/>\nI am a cemetery of ill-fated dreams.<br \/>\nWhere love had dared to know my sin.<\/p>\n<p>I rest my weary thoughts upon her cold breast,<br \/>\nand the life I seek has been drained of all its energy<br \/>\nThe greatest confusion of all is staring right back into me,<br \/>\nstill trying to hold onto a moment that has already passed me.<\/p>\n<p>Upon the moment of recognition,<br \/>\nwhen I was realizing the value of my own worth,<br \/>\nI began to buckle under the weight of who I had been.\t<\/p>\n<p>Break down the door to misery inviting,<br \/>\nfurther into the fall of mankind&#8217;s dormant city life,<br \/>\nI have come to know these empty ruins well,<br \/>\nI have found a way back into the light.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dissolve your heart&#8217;s intentions with the cruel ramblings of brave love. No one else will know its glory, but everyone will fall in its wake. Standing bold enough to erase the face of a watching god, I declare a black out upon the Sun! For&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":965,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-35449","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35449","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\/965"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35449"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35449\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35473,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35449\/revisions\/35473"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35449"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35449"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35449"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}