{"id":3633,"date":"2014-08-23T23:29:05","date_gmt":"2014-08-24T03:29:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=3633"},"modified":"2014-08-23T23:29:05","modified_gmt":"2014-08-24T03:29:05","slug":"graduation-blues","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/graduation-blues\/","title":{"rendered":"graduation blues"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>the day after<br \/>\nhigh school graduation<br \/>\nis supposed to feel like<br \/>\na new beginning<br \/>\nit felt like a detour<br \/>\ni wanted to make a u-turn<br \/>\nbut i can&#8217;t even drive<br \/>\ni guess the first<br \/>\nsixteen years of life<br \/>\nare building<br \/>\nthe next two are<br \/>\ntrial<br \/>\nand one day you walk out of a place<br \/>\nthat holds all your memories<br \/>\nfor the last time<br \/>\nand nobody is holding your hands<br \/>\nor laughing as you slam a locker<br \/>\nthey tell you it gets better<br \/>\nparents are practiced liars:<br \/>\n1) it does not<br \/>\nget better<br \/>\n2) we do not find out who are real friends are<br \/>\nwe make worse ones<br \/>\n3) we do not pick up where we left off<br \/>\nwith every old friend,<br \/>\n4) we do not<br \/>\nfind ourselves<br \/>\nin college<br \/>\nwe get lost<br \/>\nin the streets<br \/>\nin the sheets,<br \/>\nwe get lost<br \/>\nbecause we are lead are whole lives<br \/>\nwithout asking.<br \/>\nour majors<br \/>\nare pieces of paper<br \/>\nwe are taught<br \/>\nthey define us<br \/>\nwe lose our names to occupations and salaries<br \/>\nwe never lose<br \/>\nweight or debt<\/p>\n<p>growing up<br \/>\njust means adding<br \/>\nand you don&#8217;t<br \/>\nget any stronger<br \/>\nto carry it<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>__ar.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>the day after high school graduation is supposed to feel like a new beginning it felt like a detour i wanted to make a u-turn but i can&#8217;t even drive i guess the first sixteen years of life are building the next two are trial&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":73,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3633","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3633","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\/73"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3633"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3633\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3637,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3633\/revisions\/3637"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3633"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3633"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3633"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}