{"id":36969,"date":"2017-08-05T18:02:34","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T22:02:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=36969"},"modified":"2017-08-05T18:02:34","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T22:02:34","slug":"something-new-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/something-new-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Something New"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Something New<br \/>\nVCS<\/p>\n<p>Darkened hallways<br \/>\nTurn darker still<br \/>\nThe last lights of what was<br \/>\nAre dimmed and gone<br \/>\nThe wind has stopped<br \/>\nRustling the leaves<br \/>\nOnly evil beasts still caper<br \/>\nThrough the bowers of the trees<br \/>\nWhat is<br \/>\nWhat was<br \/>\nIt is no more<br \/>\nI can&#8217;t recall ever working so hard<br \/>\nTo get rid of something<br \/>\nThat I loved so much<br \/>\nThe bitter pain<br \/>\nGnaws at me of losing the potential<br \/>\nOf the life that was never had<br \/>\nBut holding on hurts exponentially in score<br \/>\nAnd now there is time for something more<br \/>\nSomething better<br \/>\nWe deserve to have something good<br \/>\nNot poisoned by the ghosts that lived here<br \/>\nBefore we were ever born<br \/>\nand the angry spirits that came after<br \/>\nYet here we linger<br \/>\nOn the edge<br \/>\nOf a new adventure<br \/>\nWhere it goes<br \/>\nThe path that shimmers<br \/>\nInto reality before me<br \/>\nIs all still shrouded in mystery<br \/>\nBut what I know<br \/>\nIs that those old halls<br \/>\nare darker and smaller<br \/>\nthan ever before<br \/>\nLife has fled these paths<br \/>\nAnd it is time for something<br \/>\nEntirely new<br \/>\nJust me and you<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Something New VCS Darkened hallways Turn darker still The last lights of what was Are dimmed and gone The wind has stopped Rustling the leaves Only evil beasts still caper Through the bowers of the trees What is What was It is no more I&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":34,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[52],"class_list":["post-36969","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-virginia-carraway-stark"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36969","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\/34"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=36969"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36969\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":37046,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36969\/revisions\/37046"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=36969"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=36969"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=36969"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}